29. The Mouse and the Motorcycle
30. Daughter of Fortune
32. The Sea of Monsters
33. The Titan's Curse
The Percy Jackson series
34. Precious Bane
37. Mystery of the Roman Ransom
38. Catching Their Talk in a Box
39. And the Word Came with Power
Title: Time Among the DeadHe is nervous. He is...in love. It came upon me in that slow breaking way the sun dismantles a cloud. Reexamining the girl Kate, I could certainly see how even a callow oaf such as my grandson could seize on such a relatively unspoilt specimen as entrée to that world where all laws are altered and all colors shift. My heart was flooded with an equal admixture of pity and envy.
Lured West by the promise of prime homesteads, sixteen Civil War Widows uproot and move to Plum Grove, Nebraska. But more than land awaits their arrival...
When the women finally stumble off the train, they are greeted eagerly by the local bachelors--with marriage proposals! As the true motive behind the offered land is revealed, the women muster all the faith, courage, and cunning they can to survive their new circumstances. Especially when they begin to discover that no one in their group is exactly who she appears to be...
Title: Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and SweetYoung Henry Lee stopped talking to his parents when he was twelve years old. Not because of some silly childhood tantrum, but because they asked him to. That was how it felt anyway. They asked--no, told--him to stop speaking their native Chinese. It was 1942, and they were desperate for him to learn English. Which only made Henry more confused when his father pinned a button to his school shirt that read, "I am Chinese." The contrast seemed absurd. This makes no sense, he thought. My father's pride has finally got the better of him.
The Frankish scarecrow slipped out from under his impaled hat and unfolded himself one limb at a time, running his fingers along the parting in his yellow hair. He looked from the African to the hat and back. His cloak, trousers, hose and boots were all black, in sharp contrast with the pallor of his soft hands and the glints of golden whisker on his chin and cheeks, and if he was not a priest, the he must, thought the mahout, for whom a knowledge of men was a necessary corollary to an understanding of elephants, be a physician or an exegete of moldering texts. The Frank folded his arms over his bony chest and stood taking the African's measure along the rule of his bony nose. He wore an arch smile and held his head at an angle meant to signify a weary half-amusement like that which plagued a philosophical man when he contemplated this vain human show.