SOPHIE'S WORLD

Sophie slung her schoolbag on the floor and put a bowl of cat food out for Sherekan. Then she sat down on a kitchen stool with the mysterious letter in her hand.  Who are you?  She had no idea. She was Sophie Amundsen, of course, but who was that? She had not really  figured that out—yet.  What if she had been given a different name? Anne Knutsen, for instance. Would she t...

Sophie slung her schoolbag on the floor and put a bowl of cat food out for Sherekan. Then she sat down on a kitchen stool with the mysterious letter in her hand.  Who are you?  She had no idea. She was Sophie Amundsen, of course, but who was that? She had not really  figured that out—yet.  What if she had been given a different name? Anne Knutsen, for instance. Would she t...

As soon as Sophie had closed the gate behind her she opened the envelope. It contained only a slip of paper no bigger than the envelope. It read: Who are you?  Nothing else, only the three words, written by hand, and followed by a large question mark.  She looked at the envelope again. The letter was definitely for her. Who could have dropped it in the mailbox?  Sophie let...

As soon as Sophie had closed the gate behind her she opened the envelope. It contained only a slip of paper no bigger than the envelope. It read: Who are you?  Nothing else, only the three words, written by hand, and followed by a large question mark.  She looked at the envelope again. The letter was definitely for her. Who could have dropped it in the mailbox?  Sophie let...

As Sophie opened her garden gate, she looked in the mailbox. There was usually a lot of junk mail and a few big envelopes for her mother, a pile to dump on the kitchen table before she went up to her room to start her homework.  From time to time there would be a few letters from the bank for her father, but then he was not a normal father. Sophie’s father was the captain of a...

As Sophie opened her garden gate, she looked in the mailbox. There was usually a lot of junk mail  and a few big envelopes for her mother, a pile to dump on the kitchen table before she went up to her  room to start her homework.  From time to time there would be a few letters from the bank for her father, but then he was not a  normal father. Sophie’s father was the captain of...

“THE GARDEN OF EDEN ... at some point something must have come from nothing ... Sophie Amundsen was on her way home from school. She had walked the first part of the way with Joanna. They had been discussing robots. Joanna thought the human brain was like an advanced computer. Sophie was not certain she agreed. Surely a person was more than a piece of hardware? When they got to the supermarket the...

“THE GARDEN OF EDEN ... at some point something must have come from nothing ... Sophie Amundsen was on her way home from school. She had walked the first part of the way with Joanna. They had been discussing robots. Joanna thought the human brain was like an advanced computer. Sophie was not certain she agreed. Surely a person was more than a piece of hardware? When they got to the supermarket the...