When You Reach Me – Rebecca Stead

I still think about the letter you asked me to write. It nags at me, even though you’re gone and there’s no one to give it to anymore. Sometimes I work on it in my head, trying to map out the story you asked me to tell, about everything that happened this past fall and winter. It’s all still there, like a movie I can watch when I want to. Which is never.” (page 2) Continue reading “When You Reach Me – Rebecca Stead”

The Passion of Dolssa – Julie Berry

She stood there in her blue robe, with a simple white cap over her dark hair. And even if I’m called a liar for it, I swear this is true: clouds over la mar parted, letting a beam of golden sunlight pierce through and illuminate the spot on which she stood. …
She was an angel in blue, halo and all.” (Page 248) Continue reading “The Passion of Dolssa – Julie Berry”

The Phantom Tollbooth – Norton Juster

Who could possibly have left such an enormous package and such a strange one? For, while it was not quite square, it was definitely not round, and for its size it was larger than almost any other big package of smaller dimension that he’d ever seen.

Attached to one side was a bright-blue envelope which said simple: “FOR MILO, WHO HAS PLENTY OF TIME.” …
He thought about it for quite a while and then opened the envelope, but just to be polite.
“ONE GENUINE TURNPIKE TOLLBOOTH,” it stated — and then it went on:
“EASILY ASSEMBLED AT HOME, AND FOR USE BY THOSE WHO HAVE NEVER TRAVELED IN LANDS BEYOND.”” (Page 10) Continue reading “The Phantom Tollbooth – Norton Juster”

The Westing Game – Ellen Raskin

Who were these people, these specially selected tenants? They were mothers and fathers and children. A dressmaker, a secretary, an inventor, a doctor, a judge. And, oh yes, one was a bookie, one was a burglar, one was a bomber, and one was a mistake.” (page 5) Continue reading “The Westing Game – Ellen Raskin”

Ready Player One – Ernest Cline

Halliday’s Easter egg gradually moved into the realm of urban legend, and the ever-dwindling tribe of gunters gradually became the object of ridicule….
And another year went by.
And another.
Then, on the evening of February 11th, 2045, an avatar’s name appeared on the top of the Scoreboard, for the whole world to see. After five long years, the Copper Key had finally been found, by an eighteen-year-old kid living in a trailer park on the outskirts of Oklahoma City.
That kid was me.” (Page 13-14) Continue reading “Ready Player One – Ernest Cline”