London From My Windows (2015)
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Ava was surprised she could keep track of the days. After the bustle of the party and Franco and Georgie’s visit, and the excitement around Queenie’s audition (he still hadn’t returned; Ava was dying to know how it went), the flat felt unnaturally still. Was it always so quiet? The place seemed more suited to laughter, and the clink of glasses, or even a gasp or two from Queenie. But it was just her, and the dome-shaped windows, and her new mahogany-striped hair, and her emerald stool. Lonely. T...hat’s how she felt. It was a new feeling for her; she normally relished being alone. London was spread out before her, offering some comfort. In a city you were never truly alone, now were you? And she had her mother, whom she hadn’t spoken with in quite some time.
Ava picked up the phone and called her mother. It went to voice mail. Same as it had most of the other times she’d called. “Hi, Mom. It’s Ava. I miss you. I’m sorry that Aunt Beverly wasn’t nice to you. I’m sorry we fought.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Ava was surprised she could keep track of the days. After the bustle of the party and Franco and Georgie’s visit, and the excitement around Queenie’s audition (he still hadn’t returned; Ava was dying to know how it went), the flat felt unnaturally still. Was it always so quiet? The place seemed more suited to laughter, and the clink of glasses, or even a gasp or two from Queenie. But it was just her, and the dome-shaped windows, and her new mahogany-striped hair, and her emerald stool. Lonely. T...hat’s how she felt. It was a new feeling for her; she normally relished being alone. London was spread out before her, offering some comfort. In a city you were never truly alone, now were you? And she had her mother, whom she hadn’t spoken with in quite some time.
Ava picked up the phone and called her mother. It went to voice mail. Same as it had most of the other times she’d called. “Hi, Mom. It’s Ava. I miss you. I’m sorry that Aunt Beverly wasn’t nice to you. I’m sorry we fought.
What to read after London From My Windows?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Mary Carter to read onlineMoreLess
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