Every Soul A Star
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And as streams of light fan out behind the darkened sun like the wings of a butterfly, I realize that I never saw real beauty until now.
At Moon Shadow, an isolated campground, thousands have gathered to catch a glimpse of a rare and extraordinary total eclipse of the sun. Three lives are about to be changed forever:
Ally likes the simple things in life-labyrinths, star-gazing, and comet-hunting. Her home, the moon shadow campground, is a part of who she is. She refuses to imagine it any other way.
Popular, gorgeous (everybody says so), a future homecoming queen for sure. Bree wears her beauty like a suit of armor. But what is she trying to hide?
Overweight and awkward, jack is used to spending a lot of time alone. But when opportunity knocks, he finds himself in situations he never would have imagined.
Told from three distinct voices and perspectives, Wendy Mass weaves an intricate and compelling story about strangers coming together, unlikely friendships, and finding one's place in the universe.
you think you can part with can go in them. The garage sale is on Saturday, and the rest we’ll donate. Be generous. We won’t have room for storage up there.” “I can’t part with anything!” I yell. “I’m sure that’s not true,” she calls back. “All your magazines are a fire hazard, and they’ll have to go.” All my Vogues and Vanity Fairs? All my Entertainment Weeklys? “They’re only a fire hazard if someone lights them on fire!” I squeeze my eyes shut tight against the tears. Mom ignores my very
a double cheeseburger Mighty Kids Meal. While I wait for the food I stare across the restaurant at Mr. Silver. I might not listen much in class, but I’m pretty sure he never told us he wrote books. The people at his table are hanging onto his every word. I’m still staring as the bus driver hurries in and whispers something in Mr. Silver’s ear. He stands and follows him out. I ask the girl to make my order to-go, and she puts it in a bag. I hurry out after them. The driver is now under the bus,
of food in my bag even though I told her not to. David from the McDonalds walks by with an empty ice bucket. I ask him if he knows what an exoplanet is. “Sure,” he says. “It’s what they call a planet around a star other than the sun. You know, like in other solar systems.” “Oh, right,” I say, as though I’d known but for-gotten. “See ya,” he says, and heads off to the ice machine, whistling. He seems so at ease with himself. So not like me, sweaty and unable to get the door open. I turn the
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know because I’m thinking the same thing. ALLY 6 I hold up the solar filter so everyone can see how I cut it. “Your piece should be three inches wide and long enough to reach your ears. Then you will punch a hole on each end and tie a piece of string through it. Make sure the two strands are long enough to tie in the back of your head. Any questions?” Hands wave in the air as scraps of the thin silvery-black sheets fly around the pavilion. Each table has a hole-puncher and scissors.