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Week 1- The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling

Borrow The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mkm22yO-bs


Week 2- John Bellairs’ The House With a Clock In Its Walls

Borrow John Bellairs’ The House With a Clock In Its Walls from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQGA42-U0Ro


Week 3- Lois Lowry’s The Giver

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Borrow Lois Lowry’s The Giver from the library today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fH6B4S9ENY4

But the aircraft a year ago had been different. It was not a squat, fat-bellied cargo plane but a needle-nosed single-pilot jet. Jonas,

looking around anxiously, had seen others--adults as well as children--stop what they were doing and wait, confused, for an

explanation of the frightening event.Then all of the citizens were ordered to go into the nearest building and stay there.

IMMEDIATELY, the rasping voice through the speakers had said. LEAVE YOUR BICYCLES WHERE THEY ARE.

Instantly, obediently, Jonas had dropped his bike on its side on the path behind his family's dwelling. He had run indoors and

stayed there, alone. His parents were both at work, and his little sister, Lily, was at the childcare center where she spent her

after-school hours.

Looking through the front window, he had seen no people: none of the busy afternoon crew of Street Cleaners, Landscape

Workers, and Food Delivery people who usually populated the community at that time of day. He saw only the abandoned bikes

here and there on their sides; an upturned wheel on one was still revolving slowly.

He had been frightened then. The sense of his own community silent, waiting, had made his stomach churn. He had trembled.


Week 4- Beatrix Potter’s The Tale of Peter Rabbit

If you have little brothers or sisters, this is a nice story to read to them. Passing your love of reading to your siblings is a great thing to do.

Borrow Beatrix Potter’s The Tale of Peter Rabbit from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Pa_Weidt08


Week 5- Chris Van Allsburg’s ’Polar Express’

Borrow Chris Van Allsburg’s ’Polar Express’ from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQhRqtt-Fpo

If you have little brothers or sisters, this is a nice story to read to them. Passing your love of reading to your siblings is a great thing to do.


Week 6- Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels

Borrow Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-wXbyEQ5TM

About four hours after we began our journey, I awaked by a very ridiculous accident; for the carriage being stopped a while, to adjust something that was out of order, two or three of the young natives had the curiosity to see how I looked when I was asleep; they climbed up into the engine, and advancing very softly to my face, one of them, an officer in the guards, put the sharp end of his half–pike a good way up into my left nostril, which tickled my nose like a straw, and made me sneeze violently; whereupon they stole off unperceived, and it was three weeks before I knew the cause of my waking so suddenly. We made a long march the remaining part of the day, and, rested at night with five hundred guards on each side of me, half with torches, and half with bows and arrows, ready to shoot me if I should offer to stir. The next morning at sunrise we continued our march, and arrived within two hundred yards of the city gates about noon. The emperor, and all his court, came out to meet us; but his great officers would by no means suffer his majesty to endanger his person by mounting on my body.


Week 7- J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series

Borrow J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyHV0BRtdxo


Week 8- Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass

Borrow Philip Pullman’s The Golden Compass from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58q2lEBb2FA

Lyra and her dæmon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catching what little light there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door, and, seeing no one, stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions.

Lyra stopped beside the Master's chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall.

"You're not taking this seriously," whispered her dæmon. "Behave yourself."

Her dæmon's name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.

"They're making too much noise to hear from the kitchen," Lyra whispered back. "And the Steward doesn't come in till the first bell. Stop fussing."

But she put her palm over the ringing crystal anyway, and Pantalaimon fluttered ahead and through the slightly open door of the Retiring Room at the other end of the dais. After a moment he appeared again.

"There's no one there," he whispered. "But we must be quick."


Week 9- J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit

Borrow J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDnYMbYB-nU

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an

oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and

that means comfort.

It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.

https://genius.com/J-r-r-tolkien-the-hobbit-chap-1-an-unexpected-party-annotated#note-2179715










Week 10- Michael Morpurgo’s Private Peaceful

Borrow Michael Morpurgo’s Private Peaceful from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUoA8njBZVA

FIVE PAST TEN -They’ve gone now, and I‘m alone at last. I have the whole night ahead of me, and I won’t waste a single moment of it. I shan’t sleep it away. I won’t dream it away either. I mustn’t, because every moment of it will be far too precious. I want to try to remember everything, just as it was, just as it happened. I’ve had nearly eighteen years of yesterdays and tomorrows, and tonight I must remember as many of them as I can. I want tonight to be long, as long as my life, not filled with fleeting dreams that rush me on towards dawn. Tonight, more than any other night of my life, I want to feel alive.Charlie is taking me by the hand, leading me because he knows I don’t want to go. I’ve never worn a collar before and it’s choking me. My boots are strange and heavy on my feet. My heart is heavy too, because I dread what I am going to. Charlie has told me often how terrible this school-place is: about Mr Munnings and his raging tempers and thelong whipping cane he hangs on the wall above his desk. Big Joe doesn’t have to go to school and I don’t think that’s fair at all. He’s much older than me. He’s even older than Charlie and he’s never been to school. He stays at home with Mother, and sits up in his tree singing Oranges and Lemons, and laughing. Big Joe is always happy, always laughing. I wish I could be happy like him. I wish I could be at home like him. I don’t want to go with Charlie. I don’t want to go to school.


Week 11- Neil Gaiman’s Coraline

Borrow Neil Gaiman’s Coraline from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9bOpeuvNwY

Coraline discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house.

It was a very old house – it had an attic under the roof and a cellar under the ground and an overgrown garden with huge old trees in it.

Coraline's family didn't own all of the house, it was too big for that. Instead they owned part of it.

There were other people who lived in the old house.

Miss Spink and Miss Forcible lived in the flat below Coraline’s, on the ground floor. They were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing highland terriers who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock. Once upon a time Miss Spink and Miss Forcible had been actresses, as Miss Spink told Coraline the first time she met her.

"You see, Caroline," Miss Spink said, getting Coraline's name wrong, "Both myself and Miss Forcible were famous actresses, in our time. We trod the boards, luvvy. Oh, don't let Hamish eat the fruit cake, or he'll be up all night with his tummy."

"It's Coraline. Not Caroline. Coraline," said Coraline.

In the flat above Coraline’s, under the roof, was a crazy old man with a big moustache. He told Coraline that he was training a mouse circus. He wouldn't let anyone see it.


Week 12- Frank Cottrell’s Millions

Borrow Frank Cottrell’s Millions from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kwAm0SiLeMM

Chapter One

If Anthony was telling this story, he'd start with the money. It always comes down to money, he says, so you might as well start there.

He'd probably put, "Once upon a time there were 229,370 little pounds sterling," and go on till he got to, "and they all lived happily

ever after in a high-interest bank account." But he's not telling this story. I am. Personally, I like to start with the patron saint of

whatever it is. For instance, when we had to write about moving house for Literacy Hour, I put:

Moving House by Damian Cunningham Fourth Grade

We have just moved house to 7 Cromarty Close. The patron saint of moving house is St. Anne (first century). She was the Mother of

Our Lady. Our Lady did not die but floated up into Heaven while still fairly young. St. Anne was upset. To cheer her up, four angels

picked up her house and took it to the seaside in Italy, where it can be seen to this day. You can pray to St. Anne for help with moving

house. She will watch over you, but not do actual removals. Anne is also the patron saint of miners, horse-riding, cabinetmakers and

the city of Norwich. While alive, she performed many wonders.

The patron saint of this story is St. Francis of Assisi (1181–1226), because it all sort of started with a robbery and the first saintish

thing he ever did was a robbery. He stole some cloth from his father and gave it to the poor. There is a patron saint of actual robbers --

Dismas (first century) -- but I'm not an actual robber. I was only trying to be good.


Week 13-Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Borrow Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9POCgSRVvf0

CHAPTER 1 Down the Rabbit-HoleAlice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.


Week 14- Eoin Colfer’s Artemis Fowl

Borrow J.R.R. Tolkein’s The Hobbit from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRM6ZQFcw-g

CHAPTER 1 The loss of her husband had had a profound effect on Angeline Fowl. She had retreated to her room, refusing to go outside. She had taken refuge in her mind, preferring dreams of the past to real life. It is doubtful that she would have recovered had not her son, Artemis the Second, done a deal with the elf Holly Short: his mother’s sanity in return for half the ransom gold he had stolen from the fairy police. His mother safely restored, Artemis Junior focused his efforts on locating his father, investing large chunks of the family fortune in Russian excursions, local intelligence, and internet search companies.

Young Artemis had received a double share of Fowl guile. But with the recovery of his mother, a moral and beautiful lady, it became increasingly difficult for him to realize his ingenious schemes, schemes that were ever more necessary to fund the search for his father.


Week 15- Patrick Ness’ A Monster Calls

Borrow Patrick Ness’ A Monster Calls from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2Xbo-irtBA

Chapter 1: One afternoon, when Bruno came home from school, he was surprised to find Maria, the family’s maid — who always kept her head bowed and never looked up from the carpet — standing in his bedroom, pulling all his belongings out of the wardrobe and packing them in four large wooden crates, even the things he’d hidden at the back that belonged to him and were nobody else’s business.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked in as polite a tone as he could muster, for although he wasn’t happy to come home and find someone going through his possessions, his mother had always told him that he was to treat Maria respectfully and not just imitate the way Father spoke to her. ‘You take your hands off my things.’Maria shook her head and pointed towards the staircase behind him, where Bruno’s mother had just appeared. She was a tall woman with long red hair that she bundled into a sort of net behind her head, and she was twisting her hands together nervously as if there was something she didn’t want to have to say or something she didn’t want to have to believe.‘Mother,’ said Bruno, marching towards her, ‘what’s going on? Why is Maria going through my things?’

‘She’s packing them,’ explained Mother.

‘Packing them?’ he asked, running quickly through the events of the previous few days to consider whether he’d been particularly naughty or had used those words out loud that he wasn’t allowed to use and was being sent away because of it. He couldn’t think of anything though. In fact over the last few days he had behaved in a perfectly decent manner to everyone and couldn’t remember causing any chaos at all. ‘Why?’ he asked then. ‘What have I done?’


Week 16- John Boyne’s The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Borrow John Boyne’s The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ypMp0s5Hiw

CHAPTER 1 The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do.Conor was awake when it came.He'd had a nightmare. Well, not a nightmare. The nightmare.The one he'd been having a lot lately. The one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming. The one with the hands slipping from his grasp, no matter how hard he tried to hold on.The one that always ended with -

"Go away," Conor whispered into the darkness of his bedroom, trying to push the nightmare back, not let it follow him into the world of waking. "Go away now."

He glanced over at the clock his mum had put on his bedside table. 12:07. Seven minutes past midnight. Which was late for a school night, late for a Sunday, certainly.

He'd told no one about the nightmare. Not his mum, obviously, but no one else either, not his dad in their fortnightly (or so) phone call, definitely not his grandma, and no one at school. Absolutely not.

What happened in the nightmare was something no one else ever needed to know.


Week 17- Madeleine L’ Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time

Borrow Madeleine L’ Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhZ56rcWwRQ

Chapter 1: In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraithlike shadows that raced along the ground.

The house shook.Wrapped in her quilt, Meg shook.

She wasn’t usually afraid of weather. —It’s not just the weather, she thought. —It’s the weather on top of everything else. On top of me. On top of Meg Murry doing everything wrong.

School. School was all wrong. She’d been dropped down to the lowest section in her grade. That morning one of her teachers had said crossly, “Really, Meg, I don’t understand how a child with parents as brilliant as yours are supposed to be can be such a poor student. If you don’t manage to do a little better you’ll have to stay back next year.”

During lunch she’d roughhoused a little to try to make herself feel better, and one of the girls said scornfully, “After all, Meg, we aren’t grade-school kids anymore. Why do you always act like such a baby?”

And on the way home from school, as she walked up the road with her arms full of books, one of the boys had said something about her “dumb baby brother.” At this she’d thrown the books on the side of the road and tackled him with every ounce of strength she had, and arrived home with her blouse torn and a big bruise under one eye.


Week 18- W Bruce Cameron’s A Dog’s Purpose

Borrow W Bruce Cameron’s A Dog’s Purpose from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jLOOCADTGs


Week 19- Pierre Cristin’s The Empire of a Thousand Planets

Borrow Pierre Cristin’s The Empire of a Thousand Planets from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPeqNTqZNN0


Week 20- Brian Selznick’s Wonderstruck

Borrow Brian Selznick’s Wonderstruck from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n207k52C3DM


Week 21- Suzanne Collin’s The Hunger Games

Borrow Suzanne Collin’s The Hunger Games from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfmrPu43DF8

Chapter 1:

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping. I prop myself up on one elbow. There’s enough light in the bedroom to see them. My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.


Week 22- Joseph Delaney’s Seventh Son

Borrow Joseph Delaney’s Seventh Son from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXiNkOjM7oM

When the Spook arrived, the light was already beginning to fail. It had been a long, hard dayand I was ready for my supper.

‘You’re sure he’s a seventh son?’ he asked. He waslooking down at me and shaking his head doubtfully.

Dad nodded.‘And you were a seventh son too?’Dad nodded again and started stamping his feet impatiently, splattering my breeches with droplets of brown mud and manure. The rain was dripping from the peak of his cap. It had been raining for most of the month. There were new leaves on the trees but the spring weather was a long time coming.


Week 23- Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

Borrow Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vqNOZIbIRM

Everyone loved Elizabeth. The passionate and almost reverential attachment with which all regarded her became, while I shared it, my pride and my delight. On the evening previous to her being brought to my home, my mother had said playfully, “I have a pretty present for my Victor—tomorrow he shall have it.” And when, on the morrow, she presented Elizabeth to me as her promised gift, I, with childish seriousness, interpreted her words literally and looked upon Elizabeth as mine—mine to protect, love, and cherish. All praises bestowed on her I received as made to a possession of my own. We called each other familiarly by the name of cousin. No word, no expression could body forth the kind of relation in which she stood to me—my more than sister, since till death she was to be mine only.


Week 24- Diane Ackerman’s The ZooKeeper’s Wife

Borrow Diane Ackerman’s The ZooKeeper’s Wife from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eiEfrA6MWs4

A big-game hunter, Heck spent the peak moments of his life pursuing danger and adventure, several times a year launching trips to garner animals for his zoo and perhaps bag a pair of longhorn sheep heads for his wall or come face to face with a towering mad female grizzly. He relished wild razor edged hunts, in Africa especially, which he recapped in scenic letters, written by lantern light, astride a camp stool near a well-fed fire, while lions grunted invisibly in the blackness and his companions slept. "The campfire flickering in front of me," he once wrote, "and behind me coming out of the dark infinity the sounds of an invisible and mysterious wild animal." Alone yet faintly haunted by circling predators, he would replay the day’s exploits in ink, some to save, some to share with friends in another drape of reality, the Europe that seemed to him planets away. Action photographs often accompanied his letters: lassoing a giraffe, leading a baby rhinoceros, capturing an aardvark, evading a charging elephant.


Week 25- Alexandra Bracken’s The Darkest minds

Borrow Alexandra Bracken’s The Darkest minds from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN8o_E_f9FQ

The shadows grew longer the farther I walked from the center of the city. I headed west, toward the sinking sun that set the remainder of the day on fire. I hated that about winter—night seemed to reach earlier and earlier into the afternoon. Los Angeles’s smog-stained sky was painted with dark strokes of violet and ash.

Under normal circumstances, I would have been grateful for the additional cover as I navigated the easy grid of surface streets back to our current base. But with the debris from the attack, the installation of military stations and detainment camps, and the congestion of now-useless, abandoned cars fried by the electromagnetic pulse, the face of the city had been altered so dramatically that to go even a half mile through the wreckage was enough to become completely lost. Without the city’s light pollution casting its usual foggy glow, if any of us scouted at night, we had to rely on distant lights from military convoys.


Week 26-Ransom Riggs’ Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

Borrow Ransom Riggs’ Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tV_IhWE4LP0


Week 27- Carolyn Keene’s Nancy Drew

Borrow Carolyn Keene’s Nancy Drew from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knPrLVBn93w


Week 28- Jeff Kinney’s Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Borrow Jeff Kinney’s Diary of a Wimpy Kid from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1x0bYr0bgY


Week 29- Louis Sachar’s Holes

Borrow Louis Sachar’s Holes from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yN1RY3c0TA


Week 30- PT Barnum’s World’s Greatest Showman

Borrow PT Barnum’s World’s Greatest Showman from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXCTMGYUg9A


Week 31- James Dashner’s The Maze Runner

Borrow James Dashner’s The Maze Runner from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwwbhhjQ9Xk


Week 32-

Borrow E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1UTcRNXB9s


Week 33- P.L. Travers’ Mary Poppins

Borrow P.L. Travers’ Mary Poppins from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3jsfXDZLIY


Week 34- Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women

Borrow Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ku5Huuw7fUU


Week 35- Neil Gaiman’s Stardust

Borrow Neil Gaiman’s Stardust from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfYBKDyF-Dk


Week 36- Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight

Borrow Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDRLSqm_WVg


Week 37- Holly Black’s The Spiderwick Chronicles

Borrow Holly Black’s The Spiderwick Chronicles from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MatAdV4__Ak


Week 38- Cornelia Funke’s Inkheart

Borrow Cornelia Funke’s Inkheart from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wKm5vU6SSU


Week 39- Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson

Borrow Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson from the library today.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BGjZCedDqg


Week 40-


Borrow Louise Rennison’s Angus, Thongs and Full-frontal Snogging from the library today.

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