Quote of the Day – Withering-by-Sea

There was a picture of such a serpent in the margin. Stella studied it wistfully. It looked large enough to swallow an elephant, and had a hungry expression. A serpent of that size could easily swallow a person, an Aunt for example, as easily as kiss your hand. Several Aunts, probably. It looked sufficiently hungry.

–Withering-by-Sea, Judith Rossell

Book Review – The Detective’s Assistant

Hannigan, Kate - The Detective's AssistantCornelia Warne is taken to live with her unwilling Aunt Kitty in Chicago after disaster takes the last of her closest kin. Ingratiating herself to her aunt is the only way to keep from being dropped off at the closest orphanage, but Aunt Kitty’s only focus seems to be for her unusual occupation.

I say gossip is just like a newspaper, only written in whispers instead of ink. Sure you can’t always believe everything you hear, but isn’t that the same with the newspaper?

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Book Review – The Care and Feeding of a Pet Black Hole

Cuevas, Michelle - Care and Feeding of a Pet Black HoleWhen a black hole follows Stella home one night, it’s up to her to care for the tiny, hungry phenomenon. Having a pet black hole can be convenient for getting rid of things that trouble her: Brussels sprouts, her brother’s annoying music, and things that remind her of her dad. But the more that goes into the void, the bigger her problems seem to grow.

 

I had a hunch that if Mom found out I was entertaining a space phenomenon in my room, she wouldn’t approve.

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Book Review – Feathers

Woodson, Jacqueline - FeathersThe winter of 1971 is a season of changes and growing pains for Frannie Wright-Barnes. Everything becomes complicated when a white boy transfers to her class, bringing in his wake a series of questions about hope, belonging, what she really believes in.

And then, just before the lunch bell rang, he walked into the classroom. Stepped through that door white and softly as the snow.

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Favorite Fiction – The Three

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Tossing aside his pick, Ben winced when it clunked dully against some guy’s head. Not that the dead man could feel it. Judging by the snarl on the corpse’s rigid face, the last two things he’d felt were rage and a Philistine javelin through the chest.

-Forsaken Sons Trilogy, Book 1: The Three by Christa Kinde