![]() ![]() ![]() His question and comment were the nearest a ghoul could come to sympathy, but it fell so far short of the standard she imagined to be human that she wept all the more. The Throne of Bones by Brian McNaughton() Skip to main content. 'Why are you crying?' he once asked while their coupling rattled the slats of a newly emptied coffin. The Throne of Bones by Brian McNaughton() Brian McNaughton on. She believed that it must transcend her bony collisions with Arthrax, least unfeeling of all the male ghouls, whom she untypically clove to. Just as she had once yearned to know the secrets of the grave, Meryphillia now longed to penetrate the mysteries of friendship and love. Their copulation is so hasty that distinctions of sex and identity are often ignored. They are seldom alone, not through love of one another’s company, but because a lone ghoul is suspected of concealing food. They see their fellows as impediments to feeding, to be mauled and shrieked at when the mourners go home. It vaporizes delicacy and leaves behind only a slag of anger and lust. Hunger is the fire in which they burn, and it burns hotter than the hunger for power over men or for knowledge of the gods in a crazed mortal. “For all their laughter, ghouls are a dull lot. ![]()
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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The four books that Cleary wrote for teen readers are less well known: The Luckiest Girl, Jean and Johnny, Sister of the Bride, and Fifteen, all well worth reading. ![]() No less than Nick Kristof of the New York Times, also from Yamhill, is a fan. My Impression: I had not reread this book for many years and it was even better than I remembered! Beverly Cleary, now more than 100 years old, is the beloved author and Newbery winner of the Ramona and Henry Huggins books, not to mention two memoirs I recommend, The Road to Yamhill and My Own Two Feet. Then Jane meets cute Stan Crandall when he is delivering dog food where she is babysitting and he asks her out! Jane is thrilled but isn’t sure how to behave, what to wear, or even if her parents will give permission – or even worse, embarrass her when in front of him! More importantly to the reader, Jane needs to develop enough self-confidence that she doesn’t hide her real feelings and self. Instead, she is stuck babysitting for spoiled children and watching smug Marcy Stokes drive by in convertibles with whatever boy she wants. Description: Jane Purdy is fifteen and yearns for the glamorous life of a magazine teenager – a boyfriend and dates and the perfect outfit for every occasion. ![]() ![]() As he and Autumn first grudgingly, and then not so grudgingly, open up to each other, Autumn is struck by their surprising connection. Except there is more to Dax than meets the eye. Instead it becomes clear that Autumn is going to have to spend the next couple of days living off vending-machine food and making conversation with a boy who clearly wants nothing to do with her. Still, she just keeps reminding herself that it is only a matter of time before Jeff, her almost-boyfriend, realizes he left her in the library and comes to rescue her. ![]() Between the rumors about the fight he was in (and that brief stint in juvie that followed it) and his reputation as a loner, he’s not exactly the ideal person to be stuck with. Autumn doesn’t know much about Dax except that he’s trouble. But that’s before she realizes that Dax Miller is locked in with her. When Autumn Collins finds herself accidentally locked in the library for an entire weekend, she doesn’t think things could get any worse. ![]() Witty and romantic, this paperback original from a fan favorite is perfect for fans of Stephanie Perkins and Morgan Matson. ![]() Synopsis In this irresistible story, Kasie West explores the timeless question of what to do when you fall for the person you least expect. ![]() ![]() She feeds the boy, bathes him, guards him from danger, even chews the stitches out of his wound with her teeth. The woman sees the rescue of the wounded boy as an act of redemption, an opportunity to regain the infant that she lost in childbirth so many years before. And she insists on making a food offering at every meal, even if it consists only of melted snow, a few grains of rice and a morsel or two of dog meat. To him, the boy is merely “a stealer of food and loyalty,” and he resents the way that the boy’s very presence rakes up the banked fires of his own youth: “Memory,” the old man carps, “is a grave best left undisturbed.” The old woman, by contrast, is kindly and caring, a pious soul who is intimately attuned to the spirits whose “sighs and flutters” she detects in the caves and mountains where they seek refuge. The old man is fearful, embittered, bewildered by the chaos around him. By the end of the tale, we realize that it is the boy who will save them. The old man is impatient and indifferent, but the old woman-childless and still yearning for a child of her own-insists on trying to save the boy’s life. An old farmer and his wife, driven from their mountain village by the armies of the north, come across a dying child. ![]() ![]() “I Am the Clay” presents itself with the simple lines, the squashed logic and both the horror and the delight of a fairy tale. ![]() |