Mr. Popper’s Penguins – Richard and Florence Atwater

He had succeeded in removing the outer boards and part of the packing, which was a layer of dry ice, when from the depths of the packing case he suddenly heard a faint “Ork.” His heart stood still. Surely he had heard that sound before at the Drake Expedition movies. His hands were trembling so that he could scarcely lift off the last wrappings.
There was not the slightest doubt about it. It was a penguin.” (Page 17-18) Continue reading “Mr. Popper’s Penguins – Richard and Florence Atwater”

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When Santa Fell to Earth – Cornelia Funke

“Have you noticed something?” Niklas asked.
“It’s bigger on the inside than … than on the … outside,” the boy stuttered.
Niklas smiled, “Exactly. All real Santa caravans are like this.”
“Santa?” The boy looked at him incredulously. “Santa caravan?”
“Yes. … I am Santa Claus. Yes, I know … I don’t really look like one. I’m still quite young for a Santa, but …” He pulled a white woolen beard from a drawer underneath the table, hooked it behand his ears, and slipped into his threadbare red coat….
“Does this look more like it?” 
Ben nodded.” (Page 25-26) Continue reading “When Santa Fell to Earth – Cornelia Funke”

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever – Barbara Robinson

Me: Oh look, a cute kiddy Christmas book! The kid on the cover is so adorable! I bet I won’t even have a Caution’s Sheet for this one!
Me: *opens book*
The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world. They lied and stole and smoked (even the girls) and talked dirty and hit little kids and cussed their teachers and took the name of the Lord in vain and set fire to Fred Shoemaker’s old broken-down toolhouse.” (page 1)
Me: *clicks pen* Continue reading “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever – Barbara Robinson”

Die Like an Eagle – Donna Andrews

“…The porta-potty’s out of order.”
“How can a porta-potty be – holy cow!” He had gotten close enough to see over my shoulder. “Okay. Can do. Come on, Mason.”
“But the game’s starting any minute,” Mason protested.
“Not now it isn’t,” I said. “I’ll explain later, but you’ll be back in plenty of time for the game. And Rob, on your way past the bleachers, send Dad over here.”
Rob and Mason hurried off. I dialed 911 and prepared to tell Debbie Ann, the dispatcher, that there was a dead body at the ball field.” (page 49)  Continue reading “Die Like an Eagle – Donna Andrews”

A Murder with Peacocks – Donna Andrews

A Murder with Peacocks – Donna Andrews

Winner of the Anthony-1st Novel award(2000), the Barry-1st Novel award(2000), and the Agatha–1st Novel award(1999).

I had become so used to hysterical dawn phone calls that only muttered one halfhearted oath before answering.
“Peacocks.” a voice said.
“I beg your pardon, you must have the wrong number,” I mumbled. I opened one eye to peer at the clock: it was 6:00 A.M.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Meg,” the voice continued. Ah, I recognized it now. Samantha, my brother, Rob’s, fiancée. “I just called to tell you that we need some peacocks.”
“What for?”
“For the wedding, of course.”” (page 1)

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