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  It Feels Good to be Yourself - A...

  Theresa Thorn

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  A warm book that introduces the concept of gender identity to the youngest listener from writer Theresa Thorn.Some people are boys. Some people are girls. Some people are both, neither, or somewhere in between.This sweet, straightforward exploration of gender identity will give children a fuller understanding of themselves and others. With child-friendly language, It Feels Good to Be Yourself provides young listeners and parents alike with the vocabulary to discuss this important topic with sensitivity.

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  Calbert: The Third Grade Cowboy

  Lisa Head

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  What would you do if the boy you bullied day in and day out, would ultimately decide if you live or die? This story is about bullying as seen through the eyes of a third grader named Calbert. Every day Calbert is forced to face his bully, Ernie, at school. Until one day when a teacher sends the boys to the storage room to pick up a few items. She is unaware of their bully/victim relationship. While in the storage room, the school catches on fire. The boys discover quickly that they are trapped. The only way out is through a high small window. Ernie must lift Calbert out the window. As he watches Calbert runs from the burning building, he wonders, will this boy who I have mistreated for so long, continue to run to safety or will he come back for me?

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  In The Walls of Eryx - Trapped...

  H. P. Lovecraft, Kenneth Sterling

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  In The Walls of Eryx by H. P. Lovecraft and Kenneth Sterling - Trapped. Alone. No Way Out. 
  Before I try to rest I will set down these notes in preparation for the report I must make. What I have found is so singular, and so contrary to all past experience and expectations, that it deserves a very careful description.  
  I reached the main landing on Venus March 18, terrestrial time; VI-9 of the planet’s calendar. Being put in the main group under Miller, I received my equip- ment—watch tuned to Venus’s slightly quicker rotation—and went through the usual mask drill. After two days I was pronounced fit for duty.  
  Leaving the Crystal Company’s post at Terra Nova around dawn, VI-12, I followed the southerly route which Anderson had mapped out from the air. The going was bad, for these jungles are always half impassable after a rain. It must be the moisture that gives the tangled vines and creepers that leathery toughness; a toughness so great that a knife has to work ten minutes on some of them. By noon it was dryer—the vegetation getting soft and rubbery so that the knife went through it easily, but even then I could not make much speed. These Carter oxygen masks are too heavy—just carrying one half wears an ordinary man out. A Dubois mask with sponge-reservoir instead of tubes would give just as good air at half the weight.  
  The crystal detector seemed to function well, pointing steadily in a direction verifying Anderson’s report. It is curious how that principle of affinity works, without any of the fakery of the old divining-rods back home. There must be a great deposit of crystals within a thousand miles, though I suppose those damnable man-lizards always watch and guard it. Possibly they think we are just as foolish for coming to Venus to hunt the stuff as we think they are for groveling in the mud whenever they see a piece of it, or for keeping the great mass on a pedestal in their temple.

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  Yawnimals Bedtime Stories #5:...

  Luna

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  What real parents are saying … 
  “My high-energy toddler twins are asleep in 15 minutes. Bedtime used to take nearly 2 hours—but with Rocket’s calming narration and the beautiful stories from the Yawnimals box set, our nights have totally transformed. They YAWN on cue when Rocket YAWNS, and they’re asleep before the story ends.”  
  - Heather Schalk, Toddler Toolkit Podcast, Mother of 2 toddlers 
  “Their favorites are Amanda the Panda (they love the journey), Benny the Bear (truly magical for relaxation), and Lincoln the Lizard (hello, Monster Trucks!).” 
  “The stories are soothing, my toddlers love the illustrations, and this is now our must-have bedtime ritual. I can’t recommend this enough—it’s a total lifesaver for tired parents.”

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  Middle School: Ultimate Showdown

  James Patterson, Julia Bergen

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  From bullies to school dances, the sibling stars of the #1 bestselling Middle School series have an opinion about everything. But who's right? You decide!    The Khatchadorian kids are an opinionated duo, and as readers of the Middle School stories know, they don't exactly see eye to eye. But when wild-card Rafe and mostly-straight-laced Georgia go at it, the only thing more fun than their ranting is getting to join in! Their back-and-forth banter on a range of topics—from bullying to cafeteria food to school dress codes—introduces more than 40 writing and drawing prompts and other games, along with room for readers to share their own points of view.    In this interactive write-in book, Rafe and Georgia give fans a piece of their minds—and then invite readers to join in on the fun!

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  The Gifts of Asti

  Andre Norton

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  The Gifts of Asti by Andre Norton - She was the guardian of the worlds, but HER world was dead. 
  Even here, on the black terrace before the forgotten mountain retreat of Asti, it was possible to smell the dank stench of burning Memphir, to imagine that the dawn wind bore upward from the pillaged city the faint tortured cries of those whom the barbarians of Klem hunted to their prolonged death. Indeed it was time to leave— 
  Varta, last of the virgin Maidens of Asti, shivered. The scaled and wattled creature who crouched beside her thigh turned his reptilian head so that golden eyes met the aquamarine ones set slantingly at a faintly provocative angle in her smooth ivory face. 
  "We go—?" 
  She nodded in answer to that unvoiced question Lur had sent into her brain, and turned toward the dark cavern which was the mouth of Asti's last dwelling place. Once, more than a thousand years before when the walls of Memphir were young, Asti had lived among men below. But in the richness and softness which was trading Memphir, empire of empires, Asti found no place. So He and those who served Him had withdrawn to this mountain outcrop. And she, Varta, was the last, the very last to bow knee at Asti's shrine and raise her voice in the dawn hymn—for Lur, as were all his race, was mute. 
  Even the loot of Memphir would not sate the shaggy headed warriors who had stormed her gates this day. The stairway to Asti's Temple was plain enough to see and there would be those to essay the steep climb hoping to find a treasure which did not exist. For Asti was an austere God, delighting in plain walls and bare altars. His last priest had lain in the grave niches these three years, there would be none to hold that gate against intruders.

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