I stared at the words. My face crinkled, my eyes squinted—I started to cry. My whole soul seemed to cry out: “It’s not your fault! I’m so sorry!” I recovered soon enough, but I fixed the page number in my mind: 216. When I have gone back to that page and read the excerpt, the…
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Lately, I have had considerable trouble concentrating in math class. I think and think and think, but most often I think about books and the characters in them. During the days I was reading The Hawk and the Dove, this problem became exceptionally sharp: in my mind, I always saw scenes from the book, such…
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When someone says “Middle Ages,” what do you think of? Dashing princes on white stallions and blonde princesses in long blue gowns? Or maybe peasants that cheer as their lady and lord ride through the streets? In any case, most people aren’t likely to think of a freezing stone mansion, a young troublemaking lady, and…
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