#051
I gave her happy memories: a ride on a merry-go-round, a kitten to play with, a special toy.
- Lois Lowry, The Giver
#052
In Maycomb, grown men stood outside in the front yard for only two reasons: death and politics.
- Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
#053
By the dawn, the house smelled of Sunday: chicken frying, bacon sizzling, and smoke sausages baking.
- Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry
#054
Animals took shape: yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers cavorting in crystal substance.
- Ray Bradbury, “There Will Come Soft Rains”
#055
Then the sounds of the forest returned: the first tentative croak of a tree frog, the buzz of one cicada, and then the full chorus.
- Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park
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