She knew how frightened they all must be of the future. But their shoulders were as straight as they had been in the past: in the classroom, on the stage, at the Sabbath table. So there are other sources,too,of pride, and they had not left everything behind.
Lois Lowry is known for her versatility and invention as a writer and is the author of more than thirty books for young adults. She received Newbery Medals for two of her novels, Number the Stars and The Giver, and has received countless other honors, among them the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, the Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award, the California Young Reader's Medal, and the Mark Twain Award. He...
After a while even courage becomes routine to the reader. when he was only twenty-one years old. I read his story as I had read many others, turning the pages, skimming here and there: this sabotage, that tactic, this capture, that escape. After a while even courage becomes routine to the reader.Then, quite unprepared, I turned the page and faced a photograph of Kim Malthe-Bruun. He wore a turt...
That's all that brave means—not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do. So did I. The air was fresh and cool in Sweden; the wind was blowing.
She put them into the basket and ran around the bend toward the harbor, where the morning sky was now bright with early sun and some of the boat engines were starting their strident din.
Though the October day, later, would be warmed by sunlight, now it was gray, chilly, and damp. Annemarie smiled, feeling her way through the dark, remembering how Kirsti always interrupted stories to ask questions. Often she just wanted to make the story last longer. Here the path turned. She knew the turning well, though it seemed different in the dark. If she turned to the left, it would take...
She opened the dark curtains and the windows; she curled once more in the rocker, trying to relax; she traced their route in her mind. She knew the old path, too—not as well as her mother, who had followed it almost every day of her childhood with her dog scampering behind. But Annemarie had often walked to town and back that way, and she remembered the turns, the twisted trees whose gnarled r...
It was as if he had moved beyond his own youth and had taken his place in the world of adults. Annemarie realized, though she had not really been told, that Uncle Henrik was going to take them, in his boat, across the sea to Sweden. She knew how frightened Mrs. Rosen was of the sea: its width, its depth, its cold. She knew how frightened Ellen was of the soldiers, with their guns and boots, who...
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