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Nashville’s mother had a voice like footsteps in new winter snow. Some say the birds in Goosepimple sang differently after they heard her. Some say they were never the same.
Beyond the Laughing Sky by Michelle Cuevas
Nightmares and secrets. Ewan wished he know what had happened to these girls before he found them.
Byways Book 5: Inside the Tree by C. J. Milbrandt
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Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look Ready for Anything.
–Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne
Question of the Day: which classic book have you recently revisited?
“While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, painted face of the Scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at her. She thought she must have been mistaken, at first, for none of the scarecrows in Kansas ever wink; but presently the figure nodded its head to her in a friendly way.”
–The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
When children at school talked about the Vivienne Small books, Tuesday never said “My mom wrote them,” even though she sometimes felt she would burst with the effort of keeping it a secret.
–Finding Serendipity by Angelica Banks
You took what you had and you took what you knew and what you felt and what you guessed and you mixed them all together, and remembered to look out the window and listen to the birds sing while you were doing it. Plus, it didn’t hurt to count your blessings while you were beating the batter. Louise thought this might be the recipe for the whole world.
–Wishes, Kisses, and Pigs by Betsy Hearne