More about Nannerl

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In this story, Nannerl not only tells us what's happening, she also tells us how she feels. 

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Below are a few sentences that show the reader how Nannerl felt about what was happening to her.

 

I knew I had to make music, too.

In no time, music poured out of me like water over the riverbanks in springtime. Confident. Wild. Carefree. 

I could hear the music before my fingers touched the keys.
These notes needed me and I needed them.

That night, I prayed for God to make me a boy.

Without music, my heart had no home.

I was, after all, a Mozart.

What can you learn about her dreams, hopes, disappointments and her love of music from these sentences? Can you find other sentences in the book that tell you how she feels? 

If Nannerl had been born today, how do you think her life might have been different than it was?

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