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tobbogan-13 · 5 months
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Kate DiCamillo and Lois Lowrey were really carrying the 3rd grade reading curriculum
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On bravery, idealism, and making the attempt:
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A Raisin in the Sun, Lorraine Hansberry / To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee / Number the Stars, Lois Lowry / “Road to Hell (Reprise),” Hadestown, Anaïs Mitchell / “How (and Why) to Teach Kids to Have More Grit,” Jill Ceder / “Laconic - Doomed Moral Victor,” TVTropes
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3lectra-he4rt · 7 months
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"lois lowry is a bad author" maybe you're just too stupid for her books. /notsojoking
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nat-reviews-books · 1 year
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Number the Stars by Louis Lowry
I've read a lot of WWII fiction and nonfiction in the last few years, but it's always interesting reading something based on a different area. This took place in Denmark, and although was aimed at younger readers, it still discussed the fears at the time in a way that was accessible for younger readers.i really liked this one, and was kind of glad to read something aimed at children, because it wasn't as emotionally taxing as some of the WWII books I've read aimed at teenagers and adults. I really liked this and will probably recommend it to my younger cousins who are a bit closer to the target demographic of this book than I am.
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litandlifequotes · 11 days
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The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.
Number the Stars by Lois Lowry
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scythematrix66 · 3 months
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Havent posted in forever cuz ive been busy
✨️acting✨️
in my school's current show.
(And also struggling with singing but i mean who doesnt???)
ANYWHO-
I will be back with costume shop work study shenanigans within the next couple weeks :)
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girlzoot · 3 months
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“You girls walk a different way to school tomorrow. Promise me, Annemarie. And Ellen will promise, too.”
“We will, Mrs. Rosen, but what does it matter? There are German soldiers on every corner.”
“They will remember your faces,” Mrs. Rosen said, turning in the doorway to the hall. “It is important to be one of the crowd, always. Be one of many. Be sure that they never have reason to remember your face.” She disappeared into the hall and closed the door behind her. ---Lois Lowry/Number the Stars
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firstsentence · 4 months
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"Kirsti sighed and turned in her sleep; one arm, free now of the kitten's warmth and comfort, flung itself across the pillow." 🍵
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hopeisalandlesspsace · 7 months
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guys what if i bought number the stars to read again after my next paycheck ( i have not read it in at least over 8 years and i still know where it is in my local library)
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kakyoinyoungpope · 1 year
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star rail is fun
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autumnrose11 · 1 year
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Denmark, 1943.
Wartime Copenhagen is a dangerous place, suffocated by the Nazi regime. Curfews and food shortages are the order of the day. For ten-year-old Annemarie Johansen, the city is a far cry from the place she remembers; unrecognisable from the home it once was. But things are far worse, and much more frightening, for her best friend, Ellen Rosen – who happens to be a Jew.
When the Danish Jews begin to be rounded up and “relocated”, Ellen must flee Copenhagen – and Annemarie is sent on a dangerous mission that plays a crucial role in saving her best friend. In her young hands she holds the safety of several innocent lives. Her eyes are opened to the horrors of the world outside the confines of her city; and how ugly and unforgiving it can be, devoid of the safe shelter the adults in her life have constructed for her.
Throughout the book, there are several questions that remain unanswered until the end; mysteries lurking just beneath the surface that the grown-ups will not (and sometimes cannot) explain. A dead great-aunt who doesn’t exist. A casket that must not be opened. And the truth of what really happened to her beloved sister Lise, whose tragic death three years previously is still haunted with an air of secrecy.
The atmosphere of gripping tension and urgency pervades nearly every scene. The story flows smoothly with its uncomplicated characters, being fairly gentle with its readers while still managing to retain the gravity of the situation it is dealing with.
It is a reminder that kindness is sometimes expensive. Friendship comes with a price. Courage sometimes springs from unexpected quarters, needing to be used when its presence is doubted. In a time where bravery could be fatal, a small girl’s strong will ends up going a very long way. The book is very short; elegant in its simplicity, and overall perfect for an afternoon read.
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stevieschrodinger · 7 months
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Part One of Rock Star Eddie and Baker Steve wrong number AU
Link to Part Two
Eddie's got dubious history with picture messages. Only a very small group of people have his number, considering he's the front man of a multimillion best selling metal band, he doesn't ever want his number to be public knowledge.
So yeah, picture message from and unknown number? Dubious.
Eddie's had enough dick and...vag...pics in his time that he, honestly, doesn't really want another. But when the picture is followed by a message, "were you thinking something like this?"
Well, Eddie's a curious guy. So, committing himself to the idea that this might be new number time, again, he opens the message.
To be confronted with a cake. A really fucking cool cake actually, it's got a car dashing around a muddy track on top with a big '5' in the middle. All of it looks edible, made out of...cake stuff. Eddie has no idea what it is, but it looks delicious.
"One layer chocolate, one layer red velvet? I can do any combination of flavours you want."
Well. Eddie isn't anything but impulsive and he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the 'quiet' celebration they were planning for going platinum. Again.
"I think you have the wrong number'" Eddie types, "but I definitely want to order a cake from you."
"Oh my god I'm so sorry, unsolicited cake pics are the worst 😉"
And Eddie can't help it, he laughs, and types back, "if I told you I wanted three tiers of the darkest, spookiest, cherry chocolate what would you come up with?"
It takes a couple of minutes, but Eddie's phone pings twice in quick succession, the first picture is of a spooky orange cake clearly Halloween themed, covered in ghosts and skeletons and stuff. The second is jet black and has a coffin on top that looks like it's leaking green corrosive stuff and Eddie nearly throws his phone in excitement. "That! The second one!"
"🤣 that's an old pic, I was just starting out then, but everything is edible, the green slime is made out of jello"
"Where are you based and can you make it for the 15th? I'll get a courier to collect."
"Sure thing, how many portions? And I need a deposit up front. I'll do chocolate ganache and cherry filling."
"Errr...like, 150? Maybe?"
Eddie sits and watches as the dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear, and then there's a pic.
It's a selfie of the most beautiful man he's ever seen. And he's standing in a kitchen, holding a cake pan. Suddenly Eddie's phone is ringing in his hand and he is panicking because beautiful man is calling him. "Hello?"
"Hey, man, it's Steve, the cake guy?". Eddie assumes he makes an affirmative noise because Steve keeps talking, "anyway, that cake pan I'm holding is literally the largest one I own, even if I did three tiers, no way will it cater that many, I'm a small business, you know, it's just me. I can recommend you some companies I know would do a great job."
But then, Eddie will never get to talk to beautiful man ever again, "what if you made like, three cakes?". He asks desperately.
There's a long beat of silence on the phone, "I mean, in theory, I mean, it might cost you more than-"
"I'll pay it. I'll pay double, for, inconvenience, or whatever-"
And oh no, beautiful man has the most beautiful laugh too. Eddie's fucked. He's so fucked.
"I'll raise you, two cakes and fifty muffins?" Steve laughs again, and Eddie laughs right along with him.
Steve grabs his phone when it pings, hoping for Eddie. It is Eddie. It's a selfie from the neck down, like always, Steve still doesn't know what the guy looks like, but Eddie's wearing a deep red shirt that he's clearly just dumped a whole cup of coffee down, "hope your days going better than mine, sweetheart,"
Steve sends back a selfie with a lump of uncooperative modelling fondant in the background, "that depends, can you tell what this is supposed to be?"
Steve's pretty sure it's wierd to talk to a customer every day, but he's started to find he's looking forward to Eddie's messages. Even when they turn flirty. Especially when they turn flirty, maybe.
And maybe it's not exactly professional that Steve's found a lot of reasons to call Eddie. He just, needs to get this right, and if Eddie wants chocolate covered cherries on the cupcakes, well, Steve needs to call him and check, right? Right.
Steve heads out into the lounge with flour on his nose and a mixing bowl under his arm, Dustin, Lucas and Max are sprawled on the couch, El lying on the floor. He can hear Mike and Will fucking around outside. He spoons up some cherry mixture, "hey will you try-"
"Shhhhhhhh!"
Well. Rude. Steve looks to the interview they're watching on the TV. It's some metal band Steve vaguely recognises, and when the lead guy speaks...Steve has to sit down. Because that sounds a lot like-
"So, Eddie," the show host guy starts, and Steve's knees would go weak of he wasn't already sitting down. He's certain his stomach has left the building. "Seeing anyone?"
Eddie laughs, says no, but the band mate next to him makes a show of nudging Eddie and sharing a look.
The host picks up on it immediately, "so there is someone," Eddie's still shaking his head, but he's got a shy smile on his face that makes Steve feel like he's melting. "Come on Eddie, give us something."
"It's not a thing," Eddie flaps his hands, "don't make it a thing."
"Oh it's a thing alright," the audience laugh, "come on, give us something!"
Eddie looks uncomfortable for a second before shrugging, "they, uhm, they make the most amazing cakes you've ever seen."
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trek-tracks · 3 months
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Surprising exactly no-one, Jim moved in permanently the next day anyway
(Credit to @depsidase for the original post)
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stealingpotatoes · 5 months
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You know what’s funny about tl4j is that at some point they were so all the empires most wanted
well you know what has to happen now
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(commission info // kofi support!)
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nat-reviews-books · 1 year
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Currently Listening: Number the Stars by Louis Lowry
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7amaspayrollmanager · 6 months
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Alright let's imagine a scene that is all too normal in palestine. A palestinian business owner finds his building covered in graffiti stars of Davids and Hebrew that says "gas the arabs" and "death to arabs"
Now imagine there's a reporter there and asks the palestinian business owner what happens and they say "the jews attacked my business"
Pause. Now your response might be "uncle no. Say israelis not jews" and then this is when he would look at you like youre stupid because the israelis doing this are jewish. They are not the Christians or the druze or the palestinian ones with Israeli citizenship. They are Jewish israelis who believe in their religious supremacy. When you graffiti stars of david all over a palestinian business, car, or the street you seek that conflation. it sends a message, this is jewish land and you're next.
The problem is that these videos circulate in zionist circles. "Watch this video of children in gaza calling for the death of jews" "watch how they say they want to fight and kill jews" those children are referring to Israeli soldiers that come in night and do their raids with the star of David attached to their uniform or the ones that bomb them. It's easy to watch those videos and assume that palestinians are indoctrinating their children on anti semitism or you can realize that those children's only interaction with jewish ppl is through violence and parents cannot protect their children from this. Doesn't matter context is lost
Abby Martin went to Jerusalem and interviewed israelis for 2 hours and she says every israeli was extremely confident to say that this land is for them and that they should push the Arabs out and when she interviewed palestinians they spoke of freedom from occupation and their dreams. That's reality. Not the soundbites.
And yet we have invasive youtubers and interviewers constantly in the street of ramallah or wherever in palestine asking palestinians "do you hate jews?" And in those videos you hear those palestinians say "no we have no problem with jews we have a problem with occupation and we have a problem with zionism." Bc this is how we are trained to respond to this trope. Palestinians are very aware what the world thinks of us and the reality is that many palestinians have internalized it and we grow up reading books on the Holocaust and train ourselves to recognize anti semitic dog whistles so zionists don't get the soundbites they want.
So we say "anti zionism is not anti semitism" and we say "israeli zionists" and we do not say "jewish supremacy" even thought it exists in palestine but "zionist supremacy" and in these carefully worded speech we water down what is happening to us in an effort to not deter people away from solidarity. But it means nothing. The world categorically blames palestinians for rising anti semitism they blame us for jewish insecurity globally.
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