OL16190788W Page_number_confidence 95.19 Pages 314 Partner Innodata Pdf_module_version 0.0.7 Ppi 360 Rcs_key 24143 Republisher_date 20210222194425 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 379 Scandate 20210219144821 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog isbn Scribe3_search_id 9780399256448 Tts_version 4. Urn:lcp:lionsoflittleroc0000levi_c2r3:epub:02ae1c58-00eb-4aa2-9726-ce091b34d68c Foldoutcount 0 Identifier lionsoflittleroc0000levi_c2r3 Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t51h0ww3h Invoice 1652 Isbn 9780399256448 Lccn 2011031835 Ocr tesseract 4.1.1 Ocr_detected_lang en Ocr_detected_lang_conf 1.0000 Ocr_detected_script Latin Ocr_detected_script_conf 0.9779 Ocr_module_version 0.0.11 Ocr_parameters -l eng Old_pallet IA16344 Openlibrary_edition Course most of us have our legs buttoned on, but.Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 17:00:49 Bookplateleaf 0003 Boxid IA40064414 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier The Lions of Little Rock Kristin Levine 4.26 19,491 ratings2,259 reviews Two girls separated by race form an unbreakable bond during the tumultuous integration of Little Rock schools in 1958 Twelve-year-old Marlee doesn't have many friends until she meets Liz, the new girl at school. Her second novel The Lions of Little Rock was published in January 2012. Her first novel The Best Bad Luck I Ever Had came out in 2009. Course he meant bullets, but he wouldn't have liked us going off without our legs neither. After she graduated from Swarthmore College in 1997, Kristin Levine has been everything from an au pair in Austria to a screenwriting instructor in Washington, DC.
'General Lee always said, if you ain't got all your supplies, don't ride into battle. 'Kristin Levines The Lions of Little Rock, the story of a black girl and a white girl who become friends during the integration of that citys schools in 1958, has been awarded the New-York Historical Societys first childrens history book prize. Sure would.' Uncle Wiggens mumbled to himself as he wandered off. 'Well,' said Uncle Wiggens, 'I'd best get on home before I wake up.'
But I was never one to let a woman tell me what to do.' My daughter warned me about drinking a whole bottle of whiskey in one sitting.
His leg ended at the knee and he was hopping along on one leg and his cane. 'Nothing.' I figured out what was strange. 'What you doing out so late at night?' he asked.
'Who there?' he called out, his words slurred.Įmma ducked behind a tree, but I didn't move fast enough. “We were almost back to the jail with our second load, and I was just beginning to think we might pull this off, when Uncle Wiggens wandered into the street.
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