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• Because I was only eleven years old, I was wrapped in the best cloak of invisibility in the world.

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• It’s a fact of life that a girl can tell in a flash if another girl likes her…Between girls there is a silent and unending flow of invisible signals, like the high-frequency wireless messages between the shore and the ships at sea, and this secret flow of dots and dashes was signaling that Mary detested me.

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• I lay for a long time in silence, staring at the ceiling. Was my life always to be like this? I wondered. Was it going to go, forever, i an instant, from sunshine to shadow? From pandemonium to loneliness? From fierce anger to a fiercer kind of love?

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• I visualized myself pulling on my mental thinking cap, jamming it down around my ears as I had taught myself to do. It was a tall, conical wizard’s model, covered with chemical equations and formulae: a cornucopia of ideas.

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• I was off like a shot.

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• At the corner of the garden, I turned, and mouthed the words, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” and Gladys signaled that she wouldn’t.

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• Gladys brightened considerably at the thought of a conspiracy.

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• I need you to stay here as a decoy,” I whispered. “When they see you leaning against the greenhouse, they’ll think I’m still in bed.

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• I could see that she was disappointed, even though she managed to put on a brave face.

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• Sorry, old girl,” I said to [the bicycle] Gladys in the gray dishwater light of early morning, “but I have to leave you at home.

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• Yes?” she said, peering over her spectacles. They teach them to do that at the Royal Academy of Library Science.

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• The woman was putting her purse in the drawer and settling down behind the desk, and I realized I had never seen her before in my life. Her face was as wrinkled as one of those forgotten apples you sometimes find in the pocket of last year’s winter jacket.

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• How very kind of her, ‘ I said. ‘I must remember to send her a card.’ I’d send her a card alright. It would be the Ace of Spades, and I’d mail it anonymously from somewhere other than Bishop’s Lacey.

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• Cheese!” I exclaimed. It was a secret prayer, whose meaning was known only to God and to me.

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•  We were talking to one another almost like adults; almost like one human being to another; almost like father and daughter. And even though I couldn’t think of anything to say, I felt myself wanting it to go on and on until the last star blinked out.

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• Here we were, Father and I, shut up in a plain little room, and for the first time in my life having something that might pass for a conversation.

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• If you need me, I shall be weeping at the bottom of my wardrobe.

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• Sanctified cyanide Super-quick arsenic Higgledy-piggledy Into the Soup. Put out the mourning lamps Call for coffin clamps Teach them to trifle with Flavia de Luce!

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• But surely hamsters knew in their hamster hearts that escape was futile; it was only we humans who were incapable of accepting our own helplessness.

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• There was no way out; not, at least, in this direction. I was like a hamster that had climbed to the top of the ladder in its cage and found there was nowhere to go but down.

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Alan Bradley (186)

Birth:	1938
Nationality:	Canadian
Profession:	Writer

About

Alan Bradley is a Canadian mystery writer known for his Flavia de Luce series, which began with the acclaimed The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. Bradley learned to read at an early age, partly because he was a sickly child who spent a lot of time in bed. Bradley had been interested in writing his entire life. However, he began to take it more seriously in his early 30s after moving to Saskatoon. There, he joined several writing groups and began spending time with local writers.

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