Tween Novel: Me and Marvin Gardens
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Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers! Is it wrong to want to share the same book twice for TT? Here is my teaser:
"The stairs were notoriously loud, so I pleated up my white cotton nightgown and slid down the banister as I'd done my whole life. It was fast and quiet transportation, but I'd misjudged in the dark and braked late and hit the square newel post hard enough to earn myself a nice blue bruise on my behind, a two-weeker at least." p. 81 The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate by Jacqueline Kelly
"Um. Do you..." I had made a hope-to-die promise I wouldn't tell. And while I myself did not know of anyone who had died after breaking one, it wasn't worth the risk."
p. 138 The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate by Jacqueline Kelly
"Through the open door, the late afternoon sun deepens the blue of the sky. At this moment of the day, the green of the field and pine trees beyond glow. The blue and green next to each other look magical. The green crops grow from the gifts of the sky and earth. And we, the people of the corn, grew from those crops. Maybe that is why I often weave blue and green next to each other." p. 23I also greatly appreciated the father's story-telling abilities and that they had these rituals every night when together. If you enjoy reading about other cultures or refuge experiences this book is well-worth it. It is a hope-filled and satisfying journey.
"He brushed his lips gently along my cheek. I didn't move. The shock of it froze me. Why had he done that? He'd never looked at me that way. He'd never really looked at me any kind of way.
His lips were dry and warm. No other part of us touched. Blood moved faster through my veins and capillaries. Without willing them to, my lips parted slightly. An "oh" escaped from me." p 52
"Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkin pie! I must have one before I die. It must be round and brown as toast, or I'll haunt this house a hungry ghost. It must be perfect, or a ghost I'll stay, and haunt this house and never, ever go awaaaaaaay!" said by the creepy and dead Mr. Wilkerson.
"We walk amongst the trees as we continue along the outskirts of this village. The burnt smell is not fresh, but days old. Some of the buildings have no roofs." p. 95, of Marge Pellegrino's Journey of Dreams