I've fought for more than three years. I was just thirteen when I started. I'm sixteen now, though that fact, like so many facts, has been deliberately obscured in the secret accounts we've kept.
I'm a sixteen-year-old kid named Jake Berenson, and I am the leader of the Animorphs.
Jake, our fearless leader. On a crazed kamikaze mission. I’d never seen him like this. Even in our lowest moments, he’d always been steady. Resolute. He weighed the costs, made a decision, forged ahead.
And I’d always wondered how he did it. How he kept it straight in his mind. Yeerks. Visser One. Aliens conquering humans, conquering the planet. Fighting the enemy without becoming like them. How did he sort through all that? The emotions, the ethical dilemmas, the moral crises? How did he wrap his brain around it all so he could make logical decisions? Smart decisions. The kind that saved the lives of his team. The kind that set the enemy back a small step or two.
But now I knew.
Jake didn’t understand any of it better than the rest of us did. If he defeated the Yeerks, freed humanity, rescued Earth, that was good. But that was just a bonus. His main goal was much simpler. To save his family. That goal was what had given him strength. That goal was what had kept him sane. Allowed him to retain a center of calm focus amid the awful chaos.
His family.
Ma nel bene o nel male, avevo legato il mio destino a quello dei terrestri.
I terrestri.
Violenti ma amanti della pace.
Pieni di passione ma cerebrali.
Pieni di umanità ma crudeli.
Impulsivi ma calcolatori.
I terrestri. Complessivamente, una specie contraddittoria e molto imperfetta.
Eppure… eppure in qualche modo sapevo che erano proprio loro la speranza per tutta la galassia.
But I figured out after a while that I couldn't spend my life punishing everyone who deserved to be punished."
"So you just forgive them?" Diana said.
He shrugged. "I guess so. Not because they deserve to be forgiven. They don't. It's just that when you go around hating people and wanting to hurt them... You just can't do that. That isn't life. You forgive them so you can live.
The only person she knew at all was Marquez, and Marquez seemed to have been possessed by the music.
Katherine ApplegateEverything ends eventually. I guess that's what makes summer so intense, this feeling that it lasts for only a a short while and then it's back to reality.
Katherine ApplegateFor Marquez, the transition from standing around to dancing was instantaneous and total. It wasn't about looking cool, it was about losing all contact with the normal world, gong away to a place where her body and mind and the music were all the same thing.
Katherine ApplegateWhat's that?" Seth asked, pointing.
"That?"
"That room. Isn't that a head?"
"Uh, that's, uh, out of order."
"What's wrong with it? Maybe I can fix it later."
Never tell a former handyman anything is broken. Never, ever, ever.
We can't change the past. But maybe we can figure out the future.
Katherine ApplegateChildren's books: Every time you find the right, the necessary, book for a child - a book about sadness overcome, unfairness battled, hearts mended - you perform the best kind of magic. ...every time you give just the right book to just the right child, you're saying, "You, my friend, have potential." That is a gift. That is a miracle. And that is what you do, each of you, every single day.
Katherine ApplegateTag: acceptance-speech newbery-ala
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