Lippowitz and his son, Tommy, were flattening cardboard boxes in the corner. I got to the store at 7:58-that’s what it said on the clock inside. It took five times as long but it was lots safer. Now I hopped off my bike at the top of the hill and walked it. That was the fastest way to go, and the most fun too, with the wind whistling past your ears and your stomach getting fluttery and floaty, till you thought maybe you were riding quicker than a rocket. Normore’s mailbox, you could coast into the bike rack in front of Lippy’s Market without making a single tire squeak.
If you started to squeeze your brakes right in the middle of heading down Maple Hill, just as you were passing old Mr. With winsome humor and a dash of small-town charm, Lisa Graff's third novel is a touching look at rising above grief and the healing power of community. And with a lot of help from those around her-and a book about a pig, too-Annie just may find a way to close her umbrella of sadness and step back into the sunshine. It takes a new neighbor, who looks as plain as a box of toothpicks but has some surprising secrets of her own, to make Annie realize that her plans for being careful aren't working out as well as she had hoped.
But they thought her brother, Jared, was just fine too, and Jared died. Everyone keeps telling Annie not to worry so much, that she's just fine. That's why being careful is so important, even if it does mean giving up some of her favorite things, like bike races with her best friend, Rebecca, and hot dogs on the Fourth of July.
Annie Richards knows there are a million things to look out for-bicycle accidents, food poisoning, chicken pox, smallpox, typhoid fever, runaway zoo animals, and poison oak.
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