Ann Rinaldi
Ann Rinaldi
Ann Rinaldiis an American young-adult fiction author. She is best known for her historical fiction, including In My Father's House, The Last Silk Dress, An Acquaintance with Darkness, A Break with Charity, "Numbering All The Bones" and Hang a Thousand Trees with Ribbons. She has written a total of more than forty novels, eight of which were listed as notable by the ALA. In 2000, Wolf by the Ears was listed as one of the best novels of the preceding...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth27 August 1934
CountryUnited States of America
The people who founded America, who fought for its freedom, did not look to anyone else to get them out of their troubles. They took matters into their own hands and answered only to God and their peers. In today's world, sacrifice and hardship are not in the everyday language, and instant gratification is foremost.
Little things about the Pilgrims surprised me. For instance, the fact that the first duel in America was fought at Plymouth by two teenaged boys over a girl. The life the Pilgrims led in Holland before coming to America also surprised me.
As a child growing up in World War II, I was very moved and stirred by what was going on, but I distanced myself from history. I regarded history as just one more subject.
I think everyone should read Governor William Bradford's diary.
There are depths to the human soul that should not be fathomed.
Doing good doesn't always make you feel good. I don't care what they tell you in church.
You don't trade in the devil you know for the one you don't know.
Are all American girls as daft as you, Rachel?" "I hope so," I said.
When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.
Because I had already resolved that if you're afraid of love, your heart will break anyway, only in not half so nice a fashion as it does when you let somebody love you.
Love is like light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and the solid, fixed stars that sometimes become obscured in the heavens, but are always there, year after year, for a lifetime.
A person doesn't ask permission to fall in love; not even of themselves.