Books for National Novel Writing Month
For National Novel Writing Month in November, we have prepared a collection of books that will help students with their writing goals.
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There was no other word for it. It wasn’t exotic in the way that she imagined the Far East would be. It wasn’t idyllic like a Caribbean island. In fact, it was just as dank and gray as she’d been promised. And yet, expansive, colorless, and understated as London seemed, it was, to Abby, completely alive. She was living her Let’s Go. Or Fodor’s. Either way, it was cool as all hell. She half expected a Beefeater to come marching by.
“Are you ready, then?” Zoe slid down off of the lion and gave a final shake of her butt toward the pigeons, who responded by exploding into a frenzy of flapping wings.
“Yeah, um, will you just take my picture? In front of the lions?” Abby asked, handing her digital camera over. “You just have to press that button.”
“Sure thing, sister. Closer to the right. Not that close,” Zoe commanded, waving. “Cool. I want to get some pigeons into the frame.”
“You scared them all away with your disco trip,” Abby pointed out.
“Well, sure, if you’re going to be all nitpicky about it. Okay, this is it. You look bee-yoo-ti-ful. Smile.”
She put the camera down and placed her hand on her hip in frustration. “Excuse me, but do you have some form of clinical depression? Seasonal Affective Disorder, or something? Because where I come from, that’s not a smile, that’s indigestion.”
Abby burst out laughing.
“Yes, much better.” Zoe raised the camera again. “Now say . . .” A smile of her own spreading across her face. “Say ‘Westminster’ Abby!”
“Westminster Abby!”
There was no other word for it. It wasn’t exotic in the way that she imagined the Far East would be. It wasn’t idyllic like a Caribbean island. In fact, it was just as dank and gray as she’d been promised. And yet, expansive, colorless, and understated as London seemed, it was, to Abby, completely alive. She was living her Let’s Go. Or Fodor’s. Either way, it was cool as all hell. She half expected a Beefeater to come marching by.
“Are you ready, then?” Zoe slid down off of the lion and gave a final shake of her butt toward the pigeons, who responded by exploding into a frenzy of flapping wings.
“Yeah, um, will you just take my picture? In front of the lions?” Abby asked, handing her digital camera over. “You just have to press that button.”
“Sure thing, sister. Closer to the right. Not that close,” Zoe commanded, waving. “Cool. I want to get some pigeons into the frame.”
“You scared them all away with your disco trip,” Abby pointed out.
“Well, sure, if you’re going to be all nitpicky about it. Okay, this is it. You look bee-yoo-ti-ful. Smile.”
She put the camera down and placed her hand on her hip in frustration. “Excuse me, but do you have some form of clinical depression? Seasonal Affective Disorder, or something? Because where I come from, that’s not a smile, that’s indigestion.”
Abby burst out laughing.
“Yes, much better.” Zoe raised the camera again. “Now say . . .” A smile of her own spreading across her face. “Say ‘Westminster’ Abby!”
“Westminster Abby!”
For National Novel Writing Month in November, we have prepared a collection of books that will help students with their writing goals.
In celebration of Native American Heritage Month this November, Penguin Random House Education is highlighting books that detail the history of Native Americans, and stories that explore Native American culture and experiences. Browse our collection here: Books for Native American Heritage Month
