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    Devilish – Maureen Johnson

    “Prologue  So this was how it ended. The revelers had deserted, leaving plates of Spanish almonds and sushi and cupcake wrappers. Now there would be no more grand ballrooms with Assyrian kinds and pampered dogs and English pop stars and the A3. No more midnight rides through the skies of Providence. No more Calculus II with Brother Frank. No more stolen moments with 116-year-old boys or staring at the golden brick mansion across the fields.”  Jane and Ally have always been best friends, and have always only had each other. They are two odd to be cool and too cool to be odd at St Teresa’s Preparatory School for Girls,…

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    Chopsticks – Jessica Anthony & Rodrigo Corral

    Glory is a piano prodigy. Losing her mother when she was just nine she retreated into her music. Her father pushed her into becoming better and better, raising her to become a star, performing at sold out shows across the US and the world. Glory is lonely with just her music for company but when Frank moves in next door she is drawn to him. He produces brilliant pictures, listens to her music and chats with her on IM when she’s meant to be sleeping. The two of them become almost inseparable and Frank becomes Glory’s connection to the outside world. Before long everything that matters to glory is frank…

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    Dark Eyes – William Richter

    “Valentina stirred awake and found Mrs Ivanova leaning over here bed, gently squeezing her shoulder.  ‘Shh, little one,’ Mrs Ivanova said in her most quiet whisper. Valentina could smeel sweet tea on the old woman’s breath. ‘Come along.’  Valentina smiled, sitll half-asleep, and slid out from beneath the covers as quietly as she could, careful not to wake the other children with the sound of her squeaky bed. With Mrs. Ivanova’s help, Valentina put on her robe and slippers and padded silently out of the room.” Born in Russia and raised in an orphanage for five years, Wallis Stoneman can’t remember much of her life before Claire and Jason adopted…

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    I Am Number Four – Pittacus Lore

    “The door starts shaking. It’s a flimsy thing made of bamboo shoots held together with tattered lengths of twine. The shake is subtle and stops almost immediately. They left their heads to listen, a fourteen year old boy and a fifty year old man, who everyone thinks is his father but who was born near a different jungle on a different planet hundreds of lightyears away.” When the Mogadorians attacked Lorien there was no hope for survival. Nine children of the Garde and their nine Cêpan were bundled onto a ship bound for Earth. The nine children were tagged with a number each, when the Mogadorians tried to track them…