Not a House
I couldn’t keep my jaw from falling open. The house was not a house, nor was it a mansion—it was somewhere between a mall and a castle. There were more chimneys and windows than any chimney or window store could ever possibly stock.
Pillage
Obert Skye
Diary of a Mad Brownie
In Between
If your last name ended in “berg” or “zog” or “stein,” you lived on the north side. If your last name ended in “elli” or “ini” or “o,” you lived on the south side….my house was right smack in the middle of town. Not on the north side. Not on the south side. Just somewhere in between.
The Wednesday Wars
Gary D. Schmidt
I SPY … houses!
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Tree Home
I am on my mountain in a tree home that people have passed without ever knowing that I am here. The house is a hemlock tree six feet in diameter, and must be as old as the mountain itself.
My Side of the Mountain
Jean Craighead George
I SPY … house guests!
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