A Few Sentences From Christmas Vacation Reading

Oh dear, Victor thought, she's wearing gondola earrings. -- The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke

"And you, Ernesto," Ida replied, "probably have a wallet where other people had a heart." -- The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke

But no baby was going to defeat her. She picked up the nearest one and sat down at the table. With one hand tight around his belly, she fed him with the other. The process was messy, like pitching coal onto a moving train. -- In the Year of the Boar and Jackie Robinson by Bette Bao Lord

But things thoughtlessly done are never so easily undone. -- In the Year of the Boar and Jackie Robinson by Bette Bao Lord

He was tall, about fifty, with darkly handsome, almost sinister features: a neatly trimmed mustache, hair turning silver at the temples, and eyes so black they were like the tinted windows of a sleek limousine - he could see out, but you couldn't see in. --Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt

Although that story was not, in fact, true, Armstrong House was a lion of a house. It gloated and glowered and loomed. It even had a curving colonnade that reached out like a giant paw as if to swat the Oglethorpe Club off its high horse across the street. -- Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt

"How old are you?" asked Sakiah.
"In human years, or teacher yers?" Miss Pointy answered, and then quickly called on someone else. -- Sahara Special by Esme Raji Codell

"We are not voting," said Miss Pointy, her arms crossed like she does when she's waiting. "Stories are not a democracy. Thank God." -- Sahara Special by Esme Raji Codell

Time moved more quickly with my book friends than my real friends. -- Sahara Special by Esme Raji Codell

My mind felt like it was trying to carry a pie pan full of water and if I wasn't careful, it would splash and spill. -- Sahara Special by Esme Raji Codell

"Any of you ever read a textbook under the blankets, with a flashlight?. . . Anyone ever recommend a textbook to a friend? Did you ever say, 'This is so great! You've got to read this!'?. . . Anyone cry at the end of a textbook?. . . Well, they make lovely paperweights anyway, don't you think?" -- Sahara Special by Esme Raji Codell

Some of the girls at school thought Rachel was stuck-up, but I knew she wasn't. For real, shy girls usually aren't. They usually care more than anyone else about what other people think. It's like they're walking on ice and the ice is other people's opinions. -- Sahara Special by Esme
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It [boxing] also takes the ability to deal with two aspects of pain: the anticipation that you will be hurt, perhaps badly, and the knowledge that you can stop more pain simply by quitting. -- The Greatest by Walter Dean Myers

His style - straight, crisp punches and avoiding being hit - impressed the international judges. -- The Greatest by Walter Dean Myers

Who was Cassius Clay? He was a black man who had grown up in a racist South, who had seen black men reaching for brooms when they should have been reaching for the stars. -- The Greatest by Walter Dean Myers

But today he'd found a ring with a big shiny pink stone, a collapsible telescope, a book of Greek myths, an almost-new leather jerkin, and a flask half full (he knew there were some people who would have said half empty) of a quite palatable wine - rather frisky, with some floral notes and a nice, lingering, jaunty sort of finish. --Once Upon a Marigold by Jean Ferris

Then he wrapped the stack of clothing in one of the big picnic napkins, stashed the bundle in the hamper, and selled down with his briar pipe and the book of Greek myths. Nothing like a little fratricide, patricide, matricide, and infanticide to send a fellow right off to sleep. --Once Upon a Marigold by Jean Ferris

As it so often does, an impulsive, daring act suddenly - and too late - seemed seriously flawed in its conception and in its inability to be retracted. --Once Upon a Marigold by Jean Ferris