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67 Books Every Book-Lover Should Read to Their Kids Before Age 10.
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my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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Karen LOVE this - when I was home sick as a child, my Mom would almost always bring out a new book - either from the stash saved from her own childhood, or newly purchased. This was a new purchase... now, 30-ish years later, well-worn and pages falling out. But still loved!
my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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my children and i have enjoyed this one...
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this wonderful book can be read in its entirety here..... ♥ imgur.com/a/dFJZw#0
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A book from my childhood - an absolute FAVORITE! but it will delight adults as much as children. Recommended to all ages!
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The Boxcar Children. oh em gee....this is the copy i read too! rapt!
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toilet paper tube wild things by matsutake-blog (Katie) via Flickr
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hundreds of FREE books you can read online or download to you e-library
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE this book! It's the creation story and MAMA makes the world!
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Brandi Downs Yes! This is a well-loved book in our home.
La petite fille aux allumettes (The Little Match Girl) illustrated by Paul Durand, 1981
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE this book! It's the creation story and MAMA makes the world!
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A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see. We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
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Beth Mugge-Meiburg The state of the cover is inversely proportional to the quality of the writing.