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Teagan White
Goodreads Author
Born
in Chicago, The United States
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August 2009
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Silent Spring
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1962
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8 editions
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That's Me Loving You
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2016
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6 editions
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Mice Skating
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2017
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4 editions
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Adventures with Barefoot Critters
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2014
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4 editions
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Counting with Barefoot Critters
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2016
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5 editions
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Obituary
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The Towering Tree Puzzle
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Obituary: A Zine for Animals I've Buried
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Mille ans de contes Livre 1
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Histoires de toujours (Mille ans de contes)
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Topics Mentioning This Author
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| Nothing But Readi...: New 2 U Authors: 2016 | 94 | 553 | Jan 08, 2017 05:47AM | |
| Stress Free Readi...: #44: Poongothai's Passport | 53 | 32 | Jun 14, 2017 05:03AM | |
| Children's Books: February 2022: Feb. Scavenger Hunt (Valentine's Day, Black History Month, Lunar New Year, Snow, Olympics) | 68 | 29 | Feb 10, 2024 07:19PM | |
| Children's Books: August 2022: Picture Books that Appeal to Your Inner Child | 315 | 96 | Jul 21, 2025 04:30PM | |
| Children's Books: June 2023: Board Books | 331 | 65 | Sep 02, 2025 08:29AM |
“Last night you dreamt of a room -
a room full of fish,
and a swimming pool
where you waded knee-deep
and hauled them all in
except for one, already dead,
a large bluefish wedged
into a corner, its back stiff.
You remember it later: its eye
like a button,
a button on another person's coat.”
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a room full of fish,
and a swimming pool
where you waded knee-deep
and hauled them all in
except for one, already dead,
a large bluefish wedged
into a corner, its back stiff.
You remember it later: its eye
like a button,
a button on another person's coat.”
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“Who taught us to bow our heads
while waiting for trains? to touch
lumber without regret and sing privately
or not at all? To invest the season
with forgiveness and coax from it
a hopeful omen? Lord knows
the hope would heal this little fear.
But who taught us to fear?”
― The Joy Addict
while waiting for trains? to touch
lumber without regret and sing privately
or not at all? To invest the season
with forgiveness and coax from it
a hopeful omen? Lord knows
the hope would heal this little fear.
But who taught us to fear?”
― The Joy Addict
“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
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“She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.”
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“What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war.”
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
