Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children — Vocabulary
Ransom Riggs
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She grabbed my arm and pulled me farther inside, to the one place Golan's gunshots couldn't reach us—directly under the stairs.p.321.8alternate pages6 more

But whenever they weren't under direct orders to do something, the children sank heavily into chairs, stared listlessly out locked windows, paged through dog-eared books they'd read a hundred times before, or slept.†p.273.7alternate pages6 more

He was all of those things, a bizarre cross-pollination of subcultures possible only in South Florida.†p.30.5alternate pages9 more

I'm banished if I try to leave.†p.282.3alternate pages5 more

It had shattered like a giant egg, its pieces all mixed up in a heap of debris and smashed floorboards.†p.111.8alternate pages5 more

I could sign up for a class at the gun range, the optimistic part of me would think.†p.271.4alternate pages3 more

I asked him one afternoon at age seven, eyeing him skeptically across the card table where he was letting me win at Monopoly.†p.14.1alternate pages2 more

It promises to be a work unprecedented in the history of academic scholarship.†p.197.4alternate pages2 more

In any case, thank you for indulging me.†p.95.4alternate pages2 more

The irony was, now that delusions and paranoia were starting to get the best of him, it was true—he wasn't safe at home, not with all those guns around.†p.29.2alternate pages4 more

I underwent a brief interrogation about how I'd gotten to the house and who had taken me there, and because the easiest kind of lying is when you leave things out of a story rather than make them up, I passed with flying colors.†p.87.6alternate pages4 more

Ages ago, when just being a Catholic could get you hung from a tree, clergyfolk came here seeking refuge.†p.75.7alternate pages4 more

The letter was handwritten on fine, unlined paper in looping script so ornate it was almost calligraphy, the black ink varying in tone like that of an old fountain pen.†p.61.9alternate pages1 more

The letter was handwritten on fine, unlined paper in looping script so ornate it was almost calligraphy, the black ink varying in tone like that of an old fountain pen.†p.61.8alternate pages1 more

Chasing after their lost ball, a pair of teenage boys ran to the base of the centaur, followed by a young girl.†p.145.3alternate pages6 more

But my mother was loath to pass up even the flimsiest excuse for a celebration—she once invited friends over for our cockatiel's birthday—in part because she loved to show off our house.†p.56.3alternate pages1 more

There was more left to explore, but suddenly it seemed like a waste of time; it was impossible that anyone could still be living here, even the most misanthropic recluse.†p.85.9alternate pages1 more

Shelley was the store manager, and her slumped shoulders and dour expression were as much a part of her uniform as the blue polo shirts we all had to wear.†p.24.4alternate pages1 more

I spent the months following my grandfather's death cycling through a purgatory of beige waiting rooms and anonymous offices, analyzed and interviewed, talked about just out of earshot, nodding when spoken to, repeating myself, the object of a thousand pitying glances and knitted brows.†p.39.1alternate pages1 more

The whole notion was mad—absolute bunkum—a refutation of the empirical laws that govern everything!†p.259.2alternate pages