Margaret Peterson Haddix

  • Maybe everyone is just waiting for someone else to save them

    Margaret Peterson Haddix
  • I want to Live! Not Die, Not Hide, LIVE!

    Margaret Peterson Haddix
  • Jen, we did it. Everyone's free now

    Margaret Peterson Haddix
  • A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me...? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions I might ask seemed abusive. Assault and battery, a question mark used like a club. My parents are old and fragile. I'd have to heartless to want to hurt them

    Margaret Peterson Haddix
  • The sudden silence is horrifying, and it seems to catch my mother off guard. A tiny whimper escapes her, the sound amplified in the stillness. Surely, my father hears her now; surely he and I can't go on pretending she isn't crying

    Margaret Peterson Haddix
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