Never-Ending Book Quiz
For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceans burned. The sugary smoke settled in my hair as I slept, the scent like a cloud left on my pillow as I rose. Even so, the moment my mattress started to burn, I bolted awake. The sharp, chemical smell was nothing like the hazy syrup of my dreams; the two were as different as Carolina and Indian jasmine, separation and attachment. They could not be confused.
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Choose the correct answer:The Language of Flowers, Vanessa Diffenbaugh Key To Rebecca, Ken Follett The Buddha in the Attic, Julie Otsuka The Sojourn, Andrew Krivak
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