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Mrs. Pollifax Unveiled

This book is part of a series that follows the adventures of Mrs. Pollifax, an unassuming woman who discovers a hidden talent for espionage. The story delves into her journey as she navigates the complexities of international espionage while maintaining her seemingly ordinary life. more

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Dorothy Gilman
Dorothy Gilman

Dorothy Gilman was an American writer renowned for her children's literature. Her works are characterized by humor and imagination, enjoying great popularity among readers of all ages. more

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“We crossed the Mississippi and on to Illinois. At Starved Rock, 100 miles south of Chicago, we followed 40 or 50 bikers with ‘Bikers against Child Abuse’ as their colours. Next was Indiana, with foggy river towns and vast farmlands, Amish homes in Ohio with smoke curling from the chimneys, then 43 miles of unbroken forests and prime trout-water rivers in West Virginia. We stayed overnight and ate fresh game pie, although whether we were eating possum, rabbit or raccoon we never discovered.”

“The artifacts that persist in my memory are the photographs of lynchings. But it’s not the burned, mutilated bodies that stick with me. It’s the faces of the white men in the crowd. There’s the photo of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith in Indiana in 1930, in which a white man can be seen grinning at the camera as he tenderly holds the hand of his wife or girlfriend.”

“In the evenings, my father and I ate dinner quietly in front of the TV together. Wednesday night, Thursday. Frozen dinners I'd picked out at the grocery store, greatest hits by my favorite factories. One of the best ones, in Indiana, prided itself on a no touch food assembly, which meant every step was monitored by robotic arms, ones that placed the tortillas into the dish, layered them with cheese, dropped dollops of tomato sauce on top, and shoved it all into the giant oven, thus producing an utterly blank enchilada.”

“The still-rising sun is behind him, outlining his broad shoulders and tall, sturdy frame in golden light. As he gets closer, stepping through the rainbow of mist reflecting off the sprinkler's spray, I take in the rest of him.....I can slmost see how a smile would spread across his face, the lift of his full lips... Which i realize are moving right now. Oh shit. He's talking and may have been talking for a long time while I gawked and had a whole R & B slow jame going in my head.”

“Do you think that Jesus Christ would—would—well, do you think he'd help a poor, unlarnt Flat Cricker like me?" "I think he was a sort of a Flat Creeker himself," said Ralph, slowly and very earnestly. "You don't say?" said Bud, almost getting off his seat. "Why, you see the town he lived in was a rough place. It was called Nazareth, which meant 'Bush-town.'" "You don't say?" "And he was called a Nazarene, which was about the same as 'backwoodsman.”