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But that's what Zoe's World, a website that Eberly's eighth-grade girls check out daily, is suggesting. Only Anna, Eve, and Syd know that the cards -- the mysterious tarot deck elderly Mrs. Rosemont left Anna (along with a psycho cat, Mouli) are responsible. or may be responsible . . . if you believe in that sort of thing.
媒体推荐 "In the Cards is a must-read series that will have readers of all ages alternately sighing and rolling on the floor laughing -- and maybe even wiping away a tear or two."-- Meg Cabot
文摘 Chapter One
Anna's To-Do List * Tuesday, September 22
1. Attend Act Now rally.
2. Try to sing off book in chorus. (Say something nice to Bridget?)
3. Ask Mr. Fegelson for an extension on biology project.
4. Water Mr. Kaiser's plants.
5. Walk the Dunphys' dog.
6. Get Mom to adopt Mrs. Rosemont's cats.
Does everyone think about bizarre things when they're brushing their teeth, or is it just me? The day after Mrs. Rosemont dies, I'm squooshing toothpaste in my mouth when I think, What is dead, anyway?
Yesterday Mrs. Rosemont was here -- and now she's not. But what does that mean, except I won't ever see her again?
Is she just nothing? or is she a spirit, floating around somewhere?
Part of me thinks she's a spirit. Because I can't believe she's gone. She doesn't feel gone. My mom told me last night that Mrs. Rosemont died in the hospital, but I don't feel the least bit sad. It's only when I think about her cats -- Beesley, Tatiana, and Mouli, lost and missing their human -- that I get upset.
Which is terrible. When someone dies, you should be sad about them.
I spit, then wonder, So, if I died tomorrow, would anybody care?
My mom and dad would definitely freak. Russell would demand he get my room. Eve would be psyched, because it'd be all macabre and she could wear black and flip out. But then she'd get tired of it and move on to something else. Syd would be sad, though. Genuinely sad. And they'd probably do something at school, have an assembly, tell people it was okay to cry if they wanted to.
But I'm not sure how many people would cry. More likely, they'd be like, Anna? Anna who? Oh, her. Yeah, she was...okay.
My little brother Russell is waiting for me at the door. He has two pencils stuck up his nostrils. Today, apparently, he is a walrus.
Russell is seven years old, but he's been strange since the day he was born. This doesn't seem to bother most people, for example, my p
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