The humiliation that Jane had felt turned to something else--grief perhaps, or regret. Regret that she had not known how to act with a boy, regret that she had not been wiser.
Oh well, thought Jane, that's how men are. He's probably taking it for granted. She found it very pleasant to be taken for granted by Stan
She means well, but she always manages to do the wrong thing. She has a real talent for it.
If they had been riding in a car, she would have waited for him to go around and open the door for her, but riding in a truck is different
Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him."I'm glad we're going steady," he whispered."So am I."In spite of the reassuring weight...
Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him.I'm glad we're going steady, he whispered.So am I.
I know this is probably sort of sudden. The boy hesitated. But I was wodnering if you would care to go to the movies with me tomorrow night.
She was surprised to feel his hand on her arm and still more surprised-almost unbelieving-to see his fingers unclasp his identification bracelet and remove it from his arm. Silently he fumbled with th...
He would be atleast sixteen-old enough to have a driver's licence- and he would have crinkles around his eyes that showed he had a sense of humor and he would be tall, the kind of boy all the other gi...
I write in longhand on yellow legal pads.
Tiddlywinks, tiddlywinks, I want to play tiddlywinks, chanted Ramona, shaking her head back and forth.
That girl has been bad again, Ramona heard the four-year-old next door say to her little sister.
Never mind the danger, never mind what his mother thought. This was living. This was what he wanted to do. On and on and on.
One day after school Henry Huggins, who lived
Don’t eat so noisily. My grandmother used to say, ‘A smack at the table is worth a smack on the bottom.
I don't necessarily start with the beginning of the book. I just start with the part of the story that's most vivid in my imagination and work forward and backward from there.
And the muscles of his scrawny arms Are strong as rubber bands.
Emily was lucky in many ways. She was lucky in the house she lived in, a house with three balconies, a cupola, banisters just right for sliding down, and the second bathtub in Yamhill County.
The front, brushed her teeth, and went to bed
I had a very wise mother. She always kept books that were my grade level in our house.