Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

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Shiloh

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Eleven-year-old Marty Preston loves to spend time up in the hills behind his home near Friendly, West Virginia. Sometimes he takes his .22 rifle to see what he can shoot, like some cans lined up on a rail fence. Other times he goes up early in the morning just to sit and watch the fox and deer. But one summer Sunday, Marty comes across something different on the road just past the old Shiloh schoolhouses—a young beagle—and the trouble begins.

What do you do when a dog you suspect is being mistreated runs away and comes to you? When it is someone else’s dog?…

 

Bernie Magruder & the Bats in the Belfry

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

There are strange goings-on once again in Middleburg, and Bernie Magruder is determined to get to the bottom of things, and maybe get his picture in the paper in the process. Someone has put up posters all over town warning townspeople that the dreaded Indiana Aztec bat, whose bite is often fatal, has been sighted in the area.

What’s more, the town is in a political uproar over the bells recently placed in the church belfry that every hour—twenty-four hours a day—chime out the hymn “Abide with me.” Placed there in accordance with the will of town benefactor…

 

The Boys Start the War

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Just when the Hatford brothers were expecting three boys to move into the house across the river, where their best friends, the Bensons, used to live, the Malloys arrive instead. Wally and his brothers decide to make Caroline and her sisters so miserable that they’ll want to go back to Ohio, but they haven’t counted on the ingenuity of the girls.

From dead fish to dead bodies, floating cakes to floating heads, the pranks and tricks continue—first by the boys, then the girls—until someone is taken prisoner! Will the Malloys leave West Virginia? Will the…

 

Night Cry

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Ellen had never been out of the low hill country of northeastern Mississippi. Since the death of her mother many years before, and the death of her younger brother only a year or so earlier, she and her father had shared their cabin and five acres of land alone. Except for Sleet, the horse that-because he feared lightning and thunder-had thrown and killed her brother.

Ellen was terrified of Sleet. It was summer. Ellen’s father’s newest job-he had had many-was as a calendar salesman, so he was gone a great deal of the time. Her only contact with the outside…

 

How I Came to Be a Writer

Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Details the career of one writer from stories composed in grade school through first published pieces to novels written to date.

 
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