Quotes from The Indian in the Cupboard

Lynne Reid Banks ·  192 pages

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“Omri refused to get involved in an argument. He was somehow scared that if he talked about the Indian, something bad would happen. In fact, as the day went on and he longed more and more to get home, he began to feel certain that the whole incredible happening—well, not that it hadn’t happened, but that something would go wrong. All his thoughts, all his dreams were centered on the miraculous, endless possibilities opened up by a real, live, miniature Indian of his very own. It would be too terrible if the whole thing turned out to be some sort of mistake.”
― Lynne Reid Banks, quote from The Indian in the Cupboard


“FACT The Native Americans invented the game lacrosse.”
― Lynne Reid Banks, quote from The Indian in the Cupboard


About the author

Lynne Reid Banks
Born place: in London, England, The United Kingdom
Born date July 31, 1929
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