The most important document in American history was drafted in 1787 at the State House in Philadelphia. Spenser, the building’s caretaker - a cat and close friend of Ben Franklin - was there to record how 55 delegates from 12 states struggled to write the Constitution.
Spenser’s Story of the Constitution records the battles between small states and large states that nearly resulted in failure, and it describes the compromises both sides made to establish our nation.
The second of nine journals known to exist narrated by the extraordinary cat Spenser, this new book tells his story of the life of Harriet Tubman, the run-away slave who became a courageous conductor on the Underground Railroad. This “railroad”, which operated for more than 50 years prior to and during the Civil War, helped thousands of slaves escape from their brutal lives on southern plantations. Spenser meets Tubman while serving as a station master on this historic vehicle for freedom.
Illustrated by highly-acclaimed artist Ray Driver, it is written for Middle Grade readers ages 8 to 12.
Stories from Squirrel Hill is a series of adventures of Madison, a little girl who lives far away from cities and people on a small farm in the country. Sharing her adventures are her best friends Ellie, Kitty and Monk-Monk. These charming stories are most appropriate for young children through family reading, and are long enough to be continued over several sessions.
They are charmingly illustrated by Isadora Tang, and best read to children ages 4-7.
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said, “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert…Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart they fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing besides remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”