November+14,+2007


 * 1) It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.(//1984 by George Orwell)//

Martha nodded. “You don’t know me,” said the woman at the door. “Olive Barstow was my daughter. I was her mother.” //(Olive’s Ocean by Kevin Henkes)//
 * 1) “Are you Martha Boyle?”


 * 1) Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. (A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh)

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 * 1) There was a boy named Milo who didn't know what to do with himself - not just sometimes, but always. (//The Phantom Tollbooth// - Norton Juster)
 * 1) Once upon a time there was a pair of pants. They were an essential kind of pants – jeans, naturally, blue but not that stiff, new blue that you see so often on the first day of school. They were a soft, changeable blue with a little extra fading at the knees and the seat and white wavelets at the cuffs. //(The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares)//
 * 1) "Where's papa going with that ax?" said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast. (//Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White//)
 * 1) It was a pleasure to burn. (//Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury)//
 * 1) The day after my mother died, the priest and I wrapped her body in a gray shroud and carried her to the village church. Our burden was not great. In life she has been a small woman with little strength. Death made her even less. Her name had been Asta. (//Crispin – The Cross of Lead by Avi//)
 * 1) It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  //(Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities)//
 * 1) My name is Erin Law. (//David Almond, Heaven Eyes//)
 * 1) It is this day three hundred and forty-eight years six months and nineteen days that the good people of Paris were awakened by a grand pealing from all the bells in the three districts of the Cite, the Universite, and the Ville. //(Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame)//

> //(Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince)//
 * 1) Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book about the jungle called True Stories.

> In thunder, lightning, or in rain? //(William Shakespeare, Macbeth)//
 * 1) When shall we three meet again

//14.// "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. (//Louisa May Alcott, Little Women)//

//15.// Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmond, and Lucy. //(C.S Lewis, the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe)//

> > 18. Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity --- Good. (//Katherine Peterson, Bridge to Terabithia)//
 * 1) Brian Robeson stared out the window of the small plane at the endless green northern wilderness below. //(Hatchet by Gary Paulsen)//
 * 1) My father, Harald Dahl, was a Norwegian who came from a small town near Oslo, called Sarpsborg. (//Roald Dahl, Boy//)

19. Once upon a time, in a gloomy castle on a lonely hill, where there were thirteen clocks that wouldn't go, there lived a cold, aggressive Duke, and his neice, the Princess Saralinda. //(James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks//)