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Slightly True Story of Cedar B. Hartley, Who Planned to Live an Unusual Life
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Title: Slightly True Story of Cedar B. Hartley, Who Planned to Live an Unusual Life
Author: Martine Murray
ISBN: 9780439486224
Publisher: Arthur A. Levine Books
Published: 2003
Binding: Hardcover
Language: English
Condition: Used: Good
Moderate edge wear. Binding good. May have marking in text. We sometimes source from libraries. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
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Publisher Description:
Cedar B. Hartley is exasperating and potentially infamous. She steps on cracks. She plans to live an unusual life. She is the winner of her school's Bat Pole Championship (which she made up). She misses her brother Barnaby, who ran away, and who sends her postcards from all over the country. Her mom says she's like a bull at a gate, and she's definitely a hopeless winker -- both eyes go at once, like a blink. But Cedar B. Hartley has potential. She knows the difference between touching and touching on a couch. She knows the long distance between an idea and a real thing. And she has a green thumb for people: people like Ricci, the Yugoslavian lady next door, whose dog needs an operation. Like Caramella, her best friend, who never guesses when you ask, "Guess what?" And like Kite, a boy she meets with a voice like a river. This is the story of girl unraveling her own mysteries, learning to be an acrobat, and changing the world for everyone around her. Sometimes life hits you at such a startling lightning kind of angle, that you get pushed off your normal viewing spot. You stop knowing how things are. Instead of what you know, there are the patterns that stars make; the sound of the night breathing; the small aching spot where your feet touch the earth ... And you've never felt closer to it. You think that if there is an It, you and It are nearly touching. You feel religious and devoted and tiny. Just for a moment you feel as if the whispering coming from the leaves and beetles and sky and footsteps and sighs is going directly toward your ear. So you listen. There, sitting on a suitcase, next to a stinky dog, in a suburban street in Brunswick, I had one of those moments. What I heard wasLife telling me to go back and, as they say in the movies, face the music. Go home, it said. Go home.
Author: Martine Murray
ISBN: 9780439486224
Publisher: Arthur A. Levine Books
Published: 2003
Binding: Hardcover
Language: English
Condition: Used: Good
Moderate edge wear. Binding good. May have marking in text. We sometimes source from libraries. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
I 1653036
Publisher Description:
Cedar B. Hartley is exasperating and potentially infamous. She steps on cracks. She plans to live an unusual life. She is the winner of her school's Bat Pole Championship (which she made up). She misses her brother Barnaby, who ran away, and who sends her postcards from all over the country. Her mom says she's like a bull at a gate, and she's definitely a hopeless winker -- both eyes go at once, like a blink. But Cedar B. Hartley has potential. She knows the difference between touching and touching on a couch. She knows the long distance between an idea and a real thing. And she has a green thumb for people: people like Ricci, the Yugoslavian lady next door, whose dog needs an operation. Like Caramella, her best friend, who never guesses when you ask, "Guess what?" And like Kite, a boy she meets with a voice like a river. This is the story of girl unraveling her own mysteries, learning to be an acrobat, and changing the world for everyone around her. Sometimes life hits you at such a startling lightning kind of angle, that you get pushed off your normal viewing spot. You stop knowing how things are. Instead of what you know, there are the patterns that stars make; the sound of the night breathing; the small aching spot where your feet touch the earth ... And you've never felt closer to it. You think that if there is an It, you and It are nearly touching. You feel religious and devoted and tiny. Just for a moment you feel as if the whispering coming from the leaves and beetles and sky and footsteps and sighs is going directly toward your ear. So you listen. There, sitting on a suitcase, next to a stinky dog, in a suburban street in Brunswick, I had one of those moments. What I heard wasLife telling me to go back and, as they say in the movies, face the music. Go home, it said. Go home.
