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Garden of Angels
By: Lurlene Mcdaniel , Gail Perry-MasoneBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Random House Children's Books
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It is 1974 and the country is still struggling to come to terms with the Vietnam War. In the small town of Conners, Georgia, Darcy has just started high school, her older sister Adel goes to weekend dances at the local Army base, and their mother tends her beautiful garden–the biggest and best in town. But Darcy’s world is soon changed forever when her mother goes to Atlanta for tests. The diagnosis is not good–breast cancer. There is so much Darcy wants to talk to her mother about: the war and what happened to the soldiers who were there; the feelings she is having for the new (and troubled) boy in school. But she can’t. So she finds solace in her mother’s garden. There she can help the flowers her mother planted bloom.
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| Title of eBook: Garden of Angels | |
| Release Date: 12-18-2007 | |
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| Publisher: Random House Children's Books |
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| SKU | 9780307433404 |
| File size | 625 |
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Garden of Angels
One
September 1974
“We walking home together?” Becky Sue asked me as I rummaged through my locker on Friday afternoon. We had just finished up our first week of school and I was in a hurry to go.
“Only if we leave right now,” I told her, slamming my locker door.
“What’s the rush?” Becky eyed my stack of books. “How much homework have you got, anyway?”
Last year’s testing had put me into accelerated classes, Conners’ college prep program. It meant a lot more book work for me. Yet I was glad to be among about twenty in our entire school to be selected for the newly created mix of high-scoring students. I realized that it had fallen to me to do what no female in our family before me had done: go to college.
I said, “Two papers due Monday, plus a current events report for government class. Mr. Kessler wants weekly written reports about current events. He also wants everyone in his class to do a project before the end of the year.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t know. Maybe something about Vietnam because there’s lots of material about it.”
“He lost a son in Vietnam. Remember? We were in fourth grade.”
“I remember.” Mama and Papa had gone to Jeb Kessler’s funeral and to the funerals of three other young men from Conners in the following two years. “I just have to think of a good angle,” I told Becky Sue. “I want an A.”
Becky took two of my books and settled them onto her smaller stack. We walked out of the building together and the September heat hit me like a volleyball slammed ...
September 1974
“We walking home together?” Becky Sue asked me as I rummaged through my locker on Friday afternoon. We had just finished up our first week of school and I was in a hurry to go.
“Only if we leave right now,” I told her, slamming my locker door.
“What’s the rush?” Becky eyed my stack of books. “How much homework have you got, anyway?”
Last year’s testing had put me into accelerated classes, Conners’ college prep program. It meant a lot more book work for me. Yet I was glad to be among about twenty in our entire school to be selected for the newly created mix of high-scoring students. I realized that it had fallen to me to do what no female in our family before me had done: go to college.
I said, “Two papers due Monday, plus a current events report for government class. Mr. Kessler wants weekly written reports about current events. He also wants everyone in his class to do a project before the end of the year.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t know. Maybe something about Vietnam because there’s lots of material about it.”
“He lost a son in Vietnam. Remember? We were in fourth grade.”
“I remember.” Mama and Papa had gone to Jeb Kessler’s funeral and to the funerals of three other young men from Conners in the following two years. “I just have to think of a good angle,” I told Becky Sue. “I want an A.”
Becky took two of my books and settled them onto her smaller stack. We walked out of the building together and the September heat hit me like a volleyball slammed ...
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