Mice / Gordon Reece.
Record details
- ISBN: 9780670022847 :
- ISBN: 0670022845 :
- Physical Description: 329 pages ; 22 cm
- Edition: 1st American ed.
- Publisher: New York : Viking, 2011.
Content descriptions
General Note: | Originally published: Crows Nest, N.S.W. : Allen & Unwin, 2010. |
Citation/References Note: | Bklst 07/01/2011 LJ 08/01/2011 PW 06/27/2011 Kirkus 08/01/2011 |
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Subject: | Assertiveness (Psychology) > Fiction. Mothers and daughters > Fiction. Conduct of life > Fiction. Bullying > Fiction. Mystery and detective stories England > Fiction. |
Available copies
- 3 of 3 copies available at Evergreen Indiana.
Holds
- 0 current holds with 3 total copies.
Other Formats and Editions
Location | Call Number / Copy Notes | Barcode | Shelving Location | Status | Due Date |
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Lebanon PL - Lebanon | F REE (Text) | 34330512577207 | Adult - General Fiction | Available | - |
North Madison Co PL - Elwood PL | FIC REE (Text) | 30419101256887 | Adult Fiction | Available | - |
Whiting PL - Whiting | FIC REE (Text) | 51735011439527 | Adult department | Available | - |
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The fluorescent display of the alarm clock on my bedside table said 3:33.
I could feel my heart throbbing in my chest like something with a life of its own, like a rabbit writhing and twisting in a snare that grew tighter the more it struggled. I strained to hear above the booming roar in my temples. My ears probed outside my bedroom doorâthe landing, the staircaseâlike invisible guard dogs, constantly sending back information:silence, silence, silence, thereâs only silence, we can find nothing. Could I have been mistaken? But I knew I wasnât. Iâd heard the fourth stair scream under a personâs weight.
Sure enough, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting there came the groan of another stair, a higher stair:someone was in the house.
I was paralysed with fear. Since my eyes had opened I hadnât moved a muscle. It was as if a primitive instinctâto keep absolutely still and not make a sound until the danger had passedâhad taken control of me. Even my breathing had become so slow, so shallow that it made no sound, and didnât move the quilt the tiniest fraction. I thought about the rounders bat I kept under the bed âin case of burglarsâ, but I was powerless to reach down to grasp it. Something stronger held me frozen and immobile.Keep still, it ordered, donât make a sound until the dangerâs passed.