But to enter it, Angela had traveled a hard road. This was her world-a white world of snow and speed and excitement. She knew exactly the light swishing sound her skis would make as they lifted it in a sparkling cloud. Frost had turned its surface into crystals that glittered in the sun like sequins. (from the inside flap)Īngela gazed down at the powdery new snow with a rising sense of anticipation. In this tender and thoughtful story, Jenny compares Kansas City and then Cape Cod to her home in Tokyo, giving readers the unique opportunity to see their country through another's eyes, and Betty Cavanna demonstrates again her complete understanding of the minds of young people.

All Jenny could do was follow her father's advise and be herself, however difficult that might be. Smith that her own outlook was also biased. As the summer flew by, it took even more than an intolerant attitude on the part of Alan's mother to show Mrs. Smith had invited her granddaughter to visit her in the United States, but Jenny, whose mother was Japanese and whose father was American, did not know how to please her domineering grandmother. Smith, her grandmother, was horrified to see her dressed so inappropriately for an afternoon wedding. Alan, the Kansas City boy who was showing Jenny so much flattering attention, liked her thoroughly Japanese appearance. Her entrance was as theatrical as if she had planned it for the stage. Wearing her kimono, Jenny faced her American grandmother and Alan. An exciting mystery plot against the striking Moroccan background makes this colorful adventure one of her most appealing stories. What would they find concealed in its deserted 600 rooms?īetty Cavanna, who has taken two extensive trips to Morocco, is a favorite author of young people's books.

Their journey led them finally to the ancient Casbah of Telouet, a cluster of ghostly spires reaching into the sky that seemed to emanate evil like a witch's castle in a fairy tale.

Together with Rick, Felicia's brother, Dizzy set out on an anxious trip across the rugged Atlas Mountains to find help. Still she was unprepared when her vague fears were fulfilled, and her friend Felicia was spirited away from the city. Even though she was visiting her roommate's family, Dizzy found her strange surroundings made her feel somewhat apprehensive. Mosques with green-tiled domes and the wail of the muezzins calling the faithful. The nine-hundred-year-old city of Marrakech appeared to Dizzy Driscoll very much as she had imagined it.

Stars in Her Eyes by Betty Cavanna