Lisdalia

Lisdalia

Brian Caswell

Language: English

Pages: 45

ISBN: B019136F2I

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


It's bad enough being the smartest kid in the school, but when you're a girl, and when your father still thinks it's a man's world, and when you never learned to back down from an argument, it's even worse. Lisdalia has all these problems, and more. Of course, it helps if you have a couple of really good friends, like Mike and Tanja, and a teacher who cares, but in the end, when things get serious, it's who you are inside that counts. Who ever said it was easy being a kid? Lisdalia is the second volume of Brian Caswell's critically acclaimed Boundary Park Trilogy, which began with Mike and concludes with Maddie.

It's All Greek to Me (The Time Warp Trio, Book 8)

The Berenstain Bears and the Double Dare

Mr. Noah and His Family

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Five Are Together Again (Famous Five, Book 21)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

uncomfortable silence. “Nanh’s from Cambodia.” I couldn’t remember if I’d already told Michael that, but I was looking for something to say. I didn’t want either of them feeling awkward. Michael took the hint. “Do you play basketball?” A predictable question. Anyone who had a first name ending in “h” had to play basketball. Nanh looked confused. “You know,” Michael mimed what I thought was a pretty good imitation of a free-throw. “Basketball.” He wasn’t getting through. It was recess, and we

every day in the ute. Living out there, he could afford to keep all kinds of pets: snakes, rabbits, a blue cattle-dog called Harley, a couple of half-feral cats and a sulphur-crested cockatoo called Rambo, who lived up to his name by mumbling meaningless words all the time and attacking total strangers when they visited the house. But I think Terry’s favourite was the ferret. It was certainly my favourite. Chris Walker wasn’t anyone’s favourite. He wasn’t even cute. He had the pointy face all

already shared it around …” 18 APPEARANCES It was through Nanh that I finally got to know Maddie. She didn’t need E.S.L., of course; she’d been here practically her whole life; she was more “Australian” than Terry Dickson — if that’s possible. But a lot of her friends were in Mr Dunford’s group, and she had met Nanh through them. After the incident with Chris and Shane, Nanh hadn’t needed any help “fitting in”, and my job — and Michael’s — of buddying was over. We were still his “good

music that sounded like someone strangling a cat — and failing. But opera? Dad bought a whole series of The World’s Greatest Operas, one a week from the newsagent. It took him six months to get them all. Each cassette came with a glossy magazine which fitted into an impressive black-and-gold vinyl binder and explained all about the opera and its composer and a whole pile of other deep and meaningful stuff — none of which he ever read. But they still had pride of place in the little bookcase next

him. If I don’t win, it won’t matter, and if I do, there won’t be a lot for him to complain about, will there?” She smiled. We’d had talks about my father before. Now it was settled, she changed the subject. “How’s Michael feeling?” “Not too bad. His mum says it’s just a virus; he’ll be back on Monday.” “That’s good.” She sounded as if she meant it. As if she was really interested. A lot of teachers weren’t; once you got out of their subject area, you didn’t really exist. I guess that’s why

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