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Picture Book of the Day<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Shoes for Me!<\/a>
\nby Sue Fliess (Author) and Mike Laughead (Illustrator)<\/p>\n

Booktalk:<\/strong> Hippo needs new shoes, but there are so many choices. Will Hippo find the perfect pair?<\/p>\n

Snippet:<\/strong>
\nDress shoes, play shoes, wall to wall,
\nWatch me as I try them all!<\/em>
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Chapter Book of the Day<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Enclave<\/a>
\nby Ann Aguirre (Author)
\n272 pages<\/p>\n

Booktalk:<\/strong> In Deuce’s world, people earn the right to a name only if they survive their first fifteen years. By that point, each unnamed ‘brat’ has trained into one of three groups-Breeders, Builders, or Hunters, identifiable by the number of scars they bear on their arms. Deuce has wanted to be a Huntress for as long as she can remember.<\/p>\n

As a Huntress, her purpose is clear–to brave the dangerous tunnels outside the enclave and bring back meat to feed the group while evading ferocious monsters known as Freaks. She’s worked toward this goal her whole life, and nothing’s going to stop her, not even a beautiful, brooding Hunter named Fade. When the mysterious boy becomes her partner, Deuce’s troubles are just beginning.<\/p>\n

Snippet:<\/strong> I was born during the second holocaust. People had told us legends of a time when human beings lived longer. I thought they were just stories. Nobody even lived to see forty in my world. Today was my birthday. Each one added a layer of fear, and this year, it was worse. I lived in an enclave in which our oldest had seen twenty-five years. His face was withered, and his fingers shook when he attempted the smallest tasks. Some whispered it would be a kindness to kill him, but they meant they didn\u2019t want to see their futures written in his skin. <\/em><\/p>\n

BONUS!<\/B><\/I> See the video<\/a>!<\/p>\n

[youtube=http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=YTPv-h9psMU]<\/p>\n

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My Book of the Week<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Pencil Talk and Other School Poems<\/a> by Anastasia Suen
\nEasy reader<\/p>\n