Nim's IslandRandom House Children's Books, 2008. febr. 12. - 128 oldal A girl. An iguana. An island. And e-mail. Meet Nim–a modern-day Robinson Crusoe! She can chop down bananas with a machete, climb tall palm trees, and start a fire with a piece of glass. So she’s not afraid when her scientist dad sails off to study plankton for three days, leaving her alone on their island. Besides, it’s not as if no one’s looking after her–she’s got a sea lion to mother her and an iguana for comic relief. She also has an interesting new e-mail pal. But when her father’s cell-phone calls stop coming and disaster seems near, Nim has to be stronger and braver than she’s ever been before. And she’ll need all her friends to help her. |
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... Fred came scuttling. Fred was an iguana, spiky as a dragon, with a cheerful snub nose. He twined round Nim's feet in a prickly hug. “Are you saying good morning,” Nim demanded, “or just begging for breakfast?” Fred stared at the ...
... Fred came scuttling. Fred was an iguana, spiky as a dragon, with a cheerful snub nose. He twined round Nim's feet in a prickly hug. “Are you saying good morning,” Nim demanded, “or just begging for breakfast?” Fred stared at the ...
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... Fred snatched his piece and gulped it down. Marine iguanas don't eat coconut, but no one had ever told Fred. Now Selkie was flopping up the beach to greet them. “We'll come in, too!” Nim shouted, and dived off the rocks. Selkie twisted ...
... Fred snatched his piece and gulped it down. Marine iguanas don't eat coconut, but no one had ever told Fred. Now Selkie was flopping up the beach to greet them. “We'll come in, too!” Nim shouted, and dived off the rocks. Selkie twisted ...
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... wide, wide world who might send her a letter, it made her lonely to see “No Messages” in the e-mail box on the screen. “Good night, Selkie!” Nim called. “Good night, Fred!” Fred was already asleep in his little rock cave beside.
... wide, wide world who might send her a letter, it made her lonely to see “No Messages” in the e-mail box on the screen. “Good night, Selkie!” Nim called. “Good night, Fred!” Fred was already asleep in his little rock cave beside.
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Wendy Orr. Fred was already asleep in his little rock cave beside the hut, but there was a quiet honk from Selkie's Rock. Nim lay down on her mat with her flashlight and her book. The waves rumbled onto the reef and mumbled across the ...
Wendy Orr. Fred was already asleep in his little rock cave beside the hut, but there was a quiet honk from Selkie's Rock. Nim lay down on her mat with her flashlight and her book. The waves rumbled onto the reef and mumbled across the ...
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... Fred— Fred liked going wherever Nim went, especially places where Selkie couldn't follow. He curled spikily around her neck and they towed the wagon across the grassland, up to the tangled vines and ferns of the rain forest. At the edge ...
... Fred— Fred liked going wherever Nim went, especially places where Selkie couldn't follow. He curled spikily around her neck and they towed the wagon across the grassland, up to the tangled vines and ferns of the rain forest. At the edge ...
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aka@incognito.net Date Alex’s bad guys bananas Black Rocks blue boat brave breath captain checked the e-mail Chica CHRONICLES OF NARNIA couldn’t dark Dear Alex Rover Dear Nim dived driftwood feel fish flashlight float Fred climbed Fred’s frigate bird Galileo garden going grabbed grasslands green turtle hard Hissing Stones honking hugged iguana jack.rusoe@explorer.net Date Jack’s Keyhole Cove knee knew knot lady hero laptop laugh lava letter looked Love Marine iguanas Mountain Madness never night Nim shouted Nim thought Nim’s island ocean okay palm plankton pool pulled raft reef roar rope rudder sails sand satellite dish Sea Lion Point seaweed Selkie and Fred Selkie barked Selkie’s shark she’d Shell Beach solar panel spyglass stared stay stomach stopped storm story swim there’s tomorrow tried Turtle Beach wagon waiting WALDEN MEDIA wasn’t waves whale whistled wind worried YEARLING BOOK