In a world where magic is outlawed, Lily runs wild and neglected. Once rich and powerful magicians, now Lily's family hide away in their crumbling house, while her older sister, Georgie, is trained secretly in magic. But when Lily discovers her parents' dark plan to use Georgie in a terrible plot to restore the country to its magical glory, she knows she must rescue her sister - and flee...
It is not easy to hurl snowballs while holding on to a plastic bag of groceries , so my first few efforts were subpar , missing their mark . The nine maybe ten nine - maybe - ten - year - olds ridiculed me — if I turned to aim at one ...
In this fun, entertaining story, readers meet awkward sixth grader Lily Robbins who, after receiving a compliment about her looks from a woman in the modeling business, becomes obsessed with her appearance and with becoming a model.
Lily’s mother has slowly been losing herself to MS. When traditional treatment and other therapies fail, it becomes clear that she wants to die.
A Newbery Honor winner. Reprint. H. PW. Author Patricia Reilly Giff's Newbery Honor-winning Lily's Crossing is now available for the first time in paperback!
It's been a long time since there's been such a plain-and-simple, head-over-heels love story as this one. It's about a good girl who falls so in love with a bad...
Lily's Daddy is in the military. Join her as she learns to cope with her emotions and to be happy in her daily life while she looks forward to joyfully saying hello when Daddy gets home.
THE LILY BOOK's textures, suggestiveness, and physicality are remarkable, but the lyric is given further authority by an interruptive method that introduces uncertainty and inconclusion.
Hugh Wiley was the author of "The Wildcat," "Lily," "Lady Luck" and other novels.
“Where were you?” he said sleepily in the dark, after the candle had died and gone out. “Where did you go?” There was a moment's silence from Lily's side, as if she were carefully choosing the words she would say.
“The first day of Christmas is Christ. mas,” she whispered. “Not this year,” I said. “Not for us. ... Twelve days. We had twelve days. I'd spent my whole life avoiding Christmas. But not this year. No, this year what I wanted most this ...