Since Boston's settlement in 1630, the North End has developed from a neighborhood of residences and artisan shops. Known for the nationally important Paul Revere House, which is the oldest standing building in Boston, and the Old North Church, the North End is a destination for tourists.
It was fun for Kathy to work with William and the others at the Helping Hand Club ...until she met the strange lady in Room 16 at the Old People`s Home ...The lady`s story about Hampton House and its master changed her life completely!... Now, everybody suspects her of being a liar and, worst of all, William won`t speak to her again ... Will anybody believe her?
The tapestry of life may be more fragile than it seems: pull one thread, and all will unravel. In The City of Woven Streets, human life has little value. You practice a craft to keep you alive, or you are an outcast, unwanted and tainted. Eliana is a young weaver in the House of Webs, but secretly knows she doesn't really belong there. She is hiding a shameful birth defect that would, if anyone knew about it, land her in the House of the Tainted, a prison for those whose very existence is considered a curse.
The Napping houseThere is a house,a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. "Everyone," in this case is a snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat, a slumbering mouse... and a wakeful flea! Uh-oh. Looks like the napping house won't be napping for long. With their very own brand of humor, Audrey Wood and Don Wood create an appealing bedtime book compatible with Margaret Wise Brown's classic Goodnight Moon. This small, square board book, with its rhythmic, repetitive text and witty pictures in shades of ever-brightening blues and greens (as the night turns to day), is sure to be a winner with preschool insomniacs.
The light house: A love storyThe sun spilled the last of its light in a riot of color that glinted across the tops of the waves, as the far-off headland began to distill into the haze of a smudged horizon. High overhead a gull hung on the currents of the wind, its cry like a lost and lonelylament. The crest of a cold green wave rolled relentlessly towards the rocky shoreline – and at that very instant, Connie Dixontook the photo.
