She was beginning to see how difficult it was to determine who was good and who was bad, who she could trust and who she had to watch out for. Every person was a hero in his own mind, fighting for what he thought was right, or just fighting to survive another day, but no one thought they were evil.
Hidden beneath the high-society Vanderbilt family and their rich guests, Serafina and her pa secretly live in the basement of the Biltmore Estate. Staying out of sight is easy for Serafina, whose uncanny ability to slink through the shadows aids her job as self-appointed rat catcher. Tensions run high at the Biltmore Estate when children begin to disappear, but only Serafina has witnessed the cloaked criminal who lurks after dark.
More and more she wondered what it would be like to have some sort of secret friend who her pa didn’t know about, someone she could talk to about things, but she didn’t tend to meet too many children her age skulking through the basement in the dead of night.
The God’s-honest truth was that she didn’t even know what a friend was, other than what she’d read in books. If you meet someone face-to-face and they don’t hiss at you and bite you, does that mean you’re friends?
-Serafina and the Black Cloak by Robert Beatty
June is over, and I managed to squeak in a BINGO! With a total of nine categories filled out on the board, I’m feeling pretty good about the dent in my summer reading pile.
Up to six books read this month, but no Bingo… it seems that a little strategy might be called for in the second half of the month.
Categories added this week: