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A high-spirited and lovable miniature Dachshund meets Rachel, the little fish girl, as they begin their rollercoaster adventures together adjusting to seaside living on the coast of Rhode Island. Who they meet along the way, and the relationships that follow will make you laugh out loud. Oscars nemesis, Lucinda, another tiny Dachshund who appears ever so sweet with her bejeweled collar and colorful bows, terrorizes the beachfront residents at every opportunity, including Oscar who just wants a playmate! Read how Oscars love of getting into places where he shouldnt, sends him and Rachel on an emergency trip to the vets; and Rachel learns a very valuable lesson that she never forgets! This poignant and entertaining book about a pint-size dog, Oscar, and Rachel, the girl studying the creatures of the sea, will make you chuckle and sometimes gasp but mostly delight you! It will touch your heart in a way only stories about the astonishing connection between humans and animals can. It might even help you discover a better understanding of what it means to adopt a pet; or in this casehave a pet adopt you, as Oscar did with Rachel on that fateful day. In the back of the book, you will find a synopsis of heartrending animal stories of courage and loyalty. A short questionnaire is also included that will help you decide if adoption is the right path for you.
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If you want to see 20th century American history unfold before your eyes, stand on a city street corner and watch it change! It all starts when an immigrant named Oscar opens a barber shop... When Oscar lands on Ellis Island, he has only a suitcase and a down payment in his hands. And he has a dream-- to own his own barbershop. After it opens on the corner of Front St. and Second Ave, Oscar's barbershop becomes a beloved local fixture... until the day Oscar decides to move on and become a subway conductor. Over the years, this barbershop will change hands to become a lady's clothing store, then a soup kitchen. A coffee shop follows, then the space becomes an army recruitment center, then a candy shop. As the years pass and the world changes, the proud corner store stands tall, watching American history unfold around it. Barry Wittenstein and debut husband-and-wife illustration team Kristen and Kevin Howdeshell tell the rich, fascinating story of key moments in American history, as reflected through the eyes--and the patrons--of the corner store.
A whimsical and quirky take on the theme of childhood friendship
From Pulitzer Prize–winning author Oscar Hijuelos comes a riveting young adult novel set in the late 1960s about a haunting choice and an unforgettable journey of identity, misidentity, and all that we take with us when we run away. He didn’t say good-bye. He didn’t leave a phone number. And he didn’t plan on coming back—ever. Fifteen-year-old Rico Fuentes has had enough of life in Harlem, where his fair complexion—inherited from an Irish grandfather—keeps him caught between two cultures without belonging to either. He pours his outsider feelings into a comic book Dark Dude, with his friend Jimmy illustrating. But when Gilberto, who’s always looked out for Rico, moves to Wisconsin and Jimmy loses himself to an insidious habit, Rico decides enough is enough. With Jimmy in tow, Rico runs away to the Midwest in search of Gilberto. The heavily white community feels worlds away from Harlem, and for the first time, Rico sees what it’s like to blend in—no longer the “dark dude” or the punching bag for the whole neighborhood. But the less energy Rico needs to put into proving he’s Latino, the less he feels like one. And the more he gets to know the people around him, the more it’s clear that a change in location doesn’t change human nature—and that there’s no such thing as a perfect community. Faced with the truth that there are things that can’t be cut loose or forgotten, things that keep him from ever having an ordinary white kid’s life, Rico must decide whether he can make a home in the place he ran to…or the one he ran from.
In this vividly realized city of musical instruments Drum feels like an outcast because he alone, among all his family and neighbors, can't play a melody. He adores his violin brother, cello father, and piano mother but feels he has nothing to offer to their music. When the Saxophone brothers ask him to play, Drum discovers he can claim his own sound and confidently contributes to the songs shared by all. This story of bravery and identity, infused with Latin rhythms and joy, bursts with exuberance.
It is a regular day and everything seems normal. Vanessa goes out with her dog, who is a regular toy poodle. The only thing is, he talks. Just like a normal person. Time flies by and they find a creepy forest. What will happen to them? Will they go in? Will they get into trouble? Will they even DIE?
In Being Oscar,one of America’s most celebrated criminal defense attorneys recounts the stories and cases of his epic life. The Mafia’s go-to defender, he has tried an estimated 300 criminal cases, and won most of them. His roster of clients reads like a history of organized crime: Meyer Lansky, Nicky Scarfo, and “Lefty” Rosenthal, as well as Mike Tyson and boxing promoter Don King, along with a midget, a dentist, and a federal judge. After thirty-five years as a defender, he ran for mayor of Las Vegas, and America’s greatest Mob lawyer became the mayor of its sexiest city. He was so popular his image appeared on the 5, 25, and 100 chips. While mayor of Vegas, he starred on the screen in Rush Hour 2 and CSI. He is as large a character in the history of organized crime as any of his clients and as legendary a figure in the history of Las Vegas as the entrepreneurs (his friends and clients) who built the city. This is his astonishing story—the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
A LIFE'S ESSENCE (qualities which make a life what it is) Life's story-an integrated collection of experiences noted, recorded and assimilated by an extensive but limited set of neurons. DNA determines our individual network of these fibers-programming is essentially up to chance. No wonder life is such a gamble-the reservoir of experience is infinite, the exposure relatively random, the integration, questionable. From the micro to the macro cosmos, our adventure is singularly unique. Transcribed individually, it makes for interesting discovery, entertainment, research, enjoyment for God or the Gods - more importantly, for Us. The perpetuity of life presumed limited is variably everlasting in memory, fable, artifact, history, imagination, antiquity. As the embodiment of our souls it is up to us as individuals to experience, record, recite, read, discover, endure appreciate our existence.
My new page of life is dawning. A trip beyond the seas—Meriken Kenbutsu—it’s not an ordinary event. It is verily the first event in our family history that I could trace back for six centuries. My to-day’s dream of America—dream of a butterfly sipping on golden dews—was rudely broken by the artless chirrup of a hundred sparrows in my garden. “Chui, chui! Chui, chui, chui!” Bad sparrows! My dream was silly but splendid. Dream is no dream without silliness which is akin to poetry. If my dream ever comes true! 24th—The song of gay children scattered over the street had subsided. The harvest moon shone like a yellow halo of “Nono Sama.” All things in blessed Mitsuho No Kuni—the smallest ant also—bathed in sweet inspiring beams of beauty. The soft song that is not to be heard but to be felt, was in the air. ’Twas a crime, I judged, to squander lazily such a gracious graceful hour within doors. I and my maid strolled to the Konpira shrine. Her red stout fingers—like sweet potatoes—didn’t appear so bad tonight, for the moon beautified every ugliness. Our Emperor should proclaim forbidding woman to be out at any time except under the moonlight. Without beauty woman is nothing. Face is the whole soul. I prefer death if I am not given a pair of dark velvety eyes. What a shame even woman must grow old! One stupid wrinkle on my face would be enough to stun me. My pride is in my slim fingers of satin skin. I’ll carefully clean my roseate finger-nails before I’ll land in America. Our wooden clogs sounded melodious, like a rhythmic prayer unto the sky. Japs fit themselves to play music even with footgear. Every house with a lantern at its entrance looked a shrine cherishing a thousand idols within.