Here are the first lines of a book I started today, The Girl Who Fell from the Sky, by Heidi W. Durrow; so far, the story is so great, I keep stealing time from other things to read “a few chapters more.”


‘You my lucky piece,’ Grandma says. Grandma has walked me the half-block from the hospital to the bus stop. Her hand is wrapped around mine like a leash. It is fall 1982 in Portland, and it is raining.”

What follows is the intriguing story of how Rachel “fell from the sky,” which was witnessed by one boy in the apartments, but is speculated upon by many.

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Author: Rae Longest

This year (2019) finds me with 50 years of teaching "under my belt." I have taught all levels from pre-K "(library lady" or "book lady"--volunteer) to juniors, seniors, and graduate students enrolled in my Advanced Writing class at the university where I have just completed 30 years. My first paying teaching job was junior high, and I spent 13 years with ages 12-13, the "difficult years." I had some of the "funnest" experiences with this age group. When I was no longer the "young, fun teacher," I taught in an elementary school setting before sixth graders went on to junior high, teaching language arts blocs, an assignment that was a "dream-fit" for me. After completing graduate school in my 40s, I went on to community college, then university teaching. Just as teaching is "in my blood," so is a passion for reading, writing, libraries, and everything bookish. This blog will be open to anyone who loves books, promotes literacy and wants to "come out and play."

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