By Sarah Weeks, Reviewed by Isabel Bartholomew
Published February 4, 2016
So B. It by Sarah Weeks, HarperTrophy: New York, 2005; $6.99 So B. It is possibly one of the most moving, wonderful, descriptive books I have ever read. In this story, the main character, Heidi,...
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Erik Dinardo
Published February 3, 2016
The wind whistled against his head as the leaves blew in a cyclone and rain threatened with a distant rumble of thunder. The man turned, his black overcoat flapping. Walking slowly away, he hoped his...
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Kevin Wang
Published February 3, 2016
It was a warm, brisk Saturday afternoon, and Jack and I couldn't wait to get to the river. Crisp, dry auburn leaves were settling to the ground like fairies relishing their last ballet before...
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Caroline Thomas
Published February 3, 2016
It was a bright and clear Monday morning on the Flying T ranch in Texas. Almost everyone at the ranch was still asleep, except a little Blue Heeler named Patches. She was a small dog...
By Carolyn Meyer, Reviewed by Kelsey May
Published February 3, 2016
Loving Will Shakespeare by Carolyn Meyer; Harcourt Children's Books: New York, 2006; $17 History is a great topic. When you combine that with William Shakespeare, the greatest poet in Europe, you have a story so...
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Anna Hirtes
Published February 3, 2016
STORIES OF THE UNICORNS BOOK ONE When God created the earth, he asked Adam in the Garden of Eden to name the animals. When Adam picked the unicorn to name first, God reached down and...
By Gabriel Wainio-Theberge
Published February 3, 2016
We see autumn As a blaze Of red leaves, falling leaf-shaped embers From the branch-lined sky, A blaze Of squirrels rushing, Geese hurrying, of motion, A blaze Of jack-o-lanterns. But around the jack-o-lanterns falls the...
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Caitlin Miller
Published February 3, 2016
The first time I ever met Erica Stevens was in Miss Moore's first-grade class at Thomas Grant Elementary. Erica had had a big first-grade crush on Tyler Applebaum, who sat across from Erica at their...
By Cora W. Bucher
Published February 3, 2016
Does anything exist at this hour, when my footsteps crash, and my breathing screams? When every slight movement I make, Feels like a leap? When I'm all alone, my house is quiet. Outside the streetlights...
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William Gwaltney
Published February 3, 2016
A fresh, warm, yeasty smell drifts through the screen door of the panadería and out onto the sidewalk. As if under some magic spell, we find that we must follow the command of the sweet...