<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkINRn49eip7ImA9WhVXFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505</id><updated>2012-04-14T19:56:37.062-07:00</updated><category term='Dragon Con'/><category term='Teaser'/><category term='Gena Showalter'/><category term='Comic Con'/><category term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><category term='Karen Marie Moning'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Watty Awards'/><category term='Blogging'/><title>J.S. Walker Story Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about my stories and books that I encourage people to read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AERH44eip7ImA9WhVXFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-3194976020068092527</id><published>2012-04-14T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T19:08:25.032-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-04-14T19:08:25.032-07:00</app:edited><title>RT Convention</title><content type='html'>So this week the RT (Romance Times) Convention was held in Rosemont, Illinois and I was very fortunate to be able to attend. There were so many great authors there and the events were fun. There was a ton of workshops, author panels, fun parties, and a giant book fair this morning with over 300 hundred authors there.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was my first RT Convention. Actually it was my first ever convention! I really enjoyed myself and the best part of the conference would have to be that I won the American "Idol" Voice Writing Competition and now I have a fantastic agent and some prospects on getting published! I'm very excited! It all still seems so unreal and I'll be posting tomorrow talking specifically about the contest and how my life is changing.&lt;br /&gt;
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JS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-3194976020068092527?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3194976020068092527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2012/04/rt-convention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/3194976020068092527?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/3194976020068092527?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2012/04/rt-convention.html' title='RT Convention'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUIHSXY6eSp7ImA9WhVSGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-3904350011691912517</id><published>2012-03-17T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-17T07:12:18.811-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-03-17T07:12:18.811-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><title>Happy St. Patty's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of the beautiful Irish people out in the world today. Have loads of fun! In Chicago there's so much fun stuff to do, so I'll be downtown at around 3pm until...... Yeah, so I was thinking that I was going to write a little story specifically for this occasion (I even started it) but I have WAY too much work to do for school. So, maybe next year! Just enjoy this little joke......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="LEFT" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An Irishman had been drinking at a pub all night.&amp;nbsp; The bartender finally said that the bar is closing. So the Irishman stood up to leave and fell flat on his face. He tried to stand one more time; same result. He figured he'll crawl outside and get some fresh air and maybe that will sober him up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once outside he stood up and fell flat on his face. So he decided to crawl the 4 blocks to his home. When he arrived at the door he stood up and again fell flat on his face.&amp;nbsp; He crawled through the door and into his bedroom. When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up. This time he managed to pull himself upright, but he quickly fell right into bed and is sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. &amp;nbsp; He was awakened the next morning to his wife standing over him, shouting, "So, you've been out drinking again!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "What makes you say that?" he asked, putting on an innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "The pub called. You left your wheelchair there again."&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #328747;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-3904350011691912517?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3904350011691912517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2012/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/3904350011691912517?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/3904350011691912517?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2012/03/happy-st-pattys-day.html' title='Happy St. Patty&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4NQ30-fyp7ImA9WhRVFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-5665833954712434291</id><published>2012-01-14T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T17:29:52.357-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-14T17:29:52.357-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gena Showalter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragon Con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen Marie Moning'/><title>It's 2012!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggers, Happy 2012! I had a blast on New Years Eve and I hope that you guys did too. I spent the holidays with my family as I told you in my last vlog. It was nice to go to Georgia where the temperature was awesome. The day after Christmas we went to the park and all we wore were jackets! I know right. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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So there's some pretty awesome stuff happening in 2012. The first thing is that a lot of good books are coming out this year, but aren't they always. On February 28th The Darkest Seduction by Gena Showalter will be out! I've been looking for this book since I started to Lord Series and I can't wait to read about Paris! I'll have more about that the closer it gets to the date and of course I'll do the review. Also, Lover Reborn by J.R. Ward will be out on March 27th. I'm really really excited about that book! Thor is such a tortured character and I just want to see him happy. So more on that the closer that date comes too.&lt;br /&gt;
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There's some cool dates this year too. There Comic Con that will have Karen Marie Moning on the panel in June or July, I'll have to double check that. And there's Dragon Con in Atlanta that will have tons of cool authors like Laurell K and Karen Marie etc. More on that too.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Happy New Year guys and I'll post more soon!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was just sitting here doing some homework for school, which entails me writing a bunch of stories (how cool is that), but I was thinking about how happy and fulfilled you feel when you find your niche. As a kid I went through millions of career paths, some being a lawyer and a fashion designer, until I found my love for stories. I'd always written stories for fun and my favorite part in school was when we had to write narratives, but it was just a hobby until I was at home on leave from school after I had my daughter and I just started writing Escaping Truth and I just knew then that, that's what I wanted to do. When was your epiphany moment when you realized what you wanted to do for the rest of your life, and if you haven't had that moment yet, why do you think that is? Also if you've had that epiphany and you're fulfilling your dream, what is it and how did you reach this goal? Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-4824910377977635251?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4824910377977635251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/questions-for-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/4824910377977635251?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/4824910377977635251?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/questions-for-soul.html' title='Questions for the Soul'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QHSXk_fyp7ImA9WhRTFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-4719917458641426059</id><published>2011-11-07T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:15:38.747-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-07T06:15:38.747-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaser'/><title>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys it's early on Monday morning and I decided to post. I'm feeling pretty good today even though it's 8am on a Monday. So since I'm in such a good mood I'm going to post a teaser from my oh so coveted story. So, good morning and here you go.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;He opened the door and she stepped in. It was a great loft. There had been some renovations from the original layout that she could see right away. The little foyer, more like a hallway, led out to the living room a set a stairs and a couple of doors to the right. She loved the feel of the place, especially the exposed brick wall with the floor to ceiling window. She would bet that the kitchen was upstairs. And how cool was that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Nice pla—,” Sacha started but was cut off when two giant men stepped out from one of the rooms. They were both shorter than her sexy leather clad stranger, but they were both towering over her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;The smallest one, which was still a couple of inches over six feet, had beautiful pale skin and stark white hair that fell down past his shoulders. His eyes were a startling gold color and he was wearing black pants with a fitted black shirt that stretched over a nice muscled chest and boots. The other guy was just as gorgeous, but in a rugged way. He had five o’clock shadow, short curly black hair that was tapered on the sides but longer on the top, and emerald green eyes. His shoulders were slimmer than the other guy’s but he was still pretty muscled. He was wearing pretty much the same thing except his shirt was long sleeved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“I’ve died and gone to heaven. I knew it’d be like the woman’s version of the Playboy mansion,” she muttered gazing at the men. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Well let me be the first to show you around,” a male voice said to her left. She whipped her head around and found three more equally tall, equally good looking men. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;They were standing by the stair, as if they’d just come down them, but she hadn’t heard any booted feet on the stairs. The one that had spoken, she guessed it was him because he was still smiling, was by far the best looking of the bunch. Maybe, it was because he didn’t look as hard as the other men; he looked as though he always had a smile on his face. He was about as tall as her sexy stranger and had short brown hair. It looked as if he’d run his hands through it, so it stood up in the front. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;The guy next to him looked a little like the guy with the black hair that she’d seen when she first walked in, but his hair was a dark blonde and cut really short and his eyes were a mix between gray and blue. He also didn’t look as inviting as the other men did. He had a “Don’t fuck with me” aura around him and he was scowling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;The last guy was equally off putting, but not in the same way. She got the feeling that he didn’t care much about what was going on around him. As if he was only there because there was nothing else better to do. His hair was brownish blonde and worn in a short mess and he had icy blue eyes. But what really put Sacha off from him was that there was something dark about him that the others didn’t seem to have, or have as much of. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Thanks, but I think I’ll stick with the big guy over here,” Sacha said pointing to the guy she’d walked in with. She turned and looked at him. “By the way, what’s your name?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Damn Luke, how did you get her here without telling her your name? Teach me Sensei,” the same guy with the smile asked. She could tell that he was the goof ball of the group.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Remember when I told you there were times when you shouldn’t talk,” the guy with the white hair sighed. “Well, this is one of them.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“What did I tell you about being so grim all the damn time Slo? You gotta laugh sometimes man,” the smiling guy retorted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Guys, as fun as it is to be in the middle of one of my fantasies were I’m in a room full of good looking men and I’m the only woman there, I not here to play. The big guy, Luke was it; well he’s going to take me to my cousin.” Sacha turned and looked at Luke. “By the way, I’m not impressed with your name. I pictured you as something more hard or sexy, like Skull Crusher or Sin.” Some of the guys laughed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Sorry to disappoint. As soon as my buddy Zorn arrives I’ll take you,” Luke said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Yeah, you think that this is your fantasy but when Zorn arrives you’ll run for the hills. He’d scare any damn body with that tattoo on his face,” Tony laughed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="line-height: 200%; tab-stops: 99.0pt; text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;“Oh honey, I like tattoos,” Sacha purred just to mess with him. He stopped smiling instantly and his brown eyes got dark with desire. She took her jacket off and handed it back to Luke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-4719917458641426059?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4719917458641426059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/4719917458641426059?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/4719917458641426059?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>J.S. 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I just found out that my story "Escaping Truth" is a potential for the Watty Awards on Wattpad.com. I didn't even really think it would go anywhere because there are so many good writers on there that have been on longer than me and have a broader fan base. So know that I know I have a chance, it's crunch time because I have until November 30th to get as many votes, reads, and likes as possible. 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Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAGR30_eip7ImA9WhdaGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-4549534118252835075</id><published>2011-10-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:58:46.342-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-10-30T07:58:46.342-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for months and it's because I started school at Columbia and I've just been so busy. It's great. I get to write stories for homework. It's like it's not even work. But I'll be posting more information about stories I'm working on and some excerpts from some stories as well. I'm going to make sure I keep up with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-4549534118252835075?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4549534118252835075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/4549534118252835075?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/4549534118252835075?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMDQXo-eCp7ImA9WhZbFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-7099523925762529991</id><published>2011-06-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:17:50.450-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-21T13:17:50.450-07:00</app:edited><title>NEW BOOK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyUIx3IsWwg/TgD8Wf0iT5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ezx5TvM2rZU/s1600/htm_med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyUIx3IsWwg/TgD8Wf0iT5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ezx5TvM2rZU/s320/htm_med.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey everyone, there's exciting new. For those of you who don't know, Karen Chance's new Cassie Palmer book hit stories on June 7th. I've been expecting Hunt the Moon for years. I'm happy that it's out and I haven't read it yet, but as soon as I do, I'll put my review up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://karenchance.com/books_htm.html"&gt;http://karenchance.com/books_htm.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-7099523925762529991?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7099523925762529991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/7099523925762529991?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/7099523925762529991?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-book.html' title='NEW BOOK!'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyUIx3IsWwg/TgD8Wf0iT5I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ezx5TvM2rZU/s72-c/htm_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4GQnw8eCp7ImA9WhZbFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-1647135516438102394</id><published>2011-06-21T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:08:43.270-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-06-21T13:08:43.270-07:00</app:edited><title>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>I've been gone way too long. I've been busy at school and blah blah blah, but the really important part is that I've finished the edits on Escaping Truth and now it's on Wattpad.com hoping to win the Watty Awards for Science Fiction and maybe other categories. I'm so excited. I just want to get my story out and have everyone enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-1647135516438102394?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1647135516438102394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/1647135516438102394?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/1647135516438102394?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUINRnszeCp7ImA9Wx9VF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-1933448046992315671</id><published>2011-02-02T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:26:37.580-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-02T19:26:37.580-08:00</app:edited><title>My Work!</title><content type='html'>This is one of my stories that I'm working on now. It's untitled as of right now, but I'm waiting for inspiration to hit me. This is a scene when the main character, Jazlynn, meets her love interest for the first time. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;He stuck his hand out for me to shake and it was huge. It engulfed mine and I was amazed because I didn’t have small dainty hands, being five feet ten. Most men’s hands were maybe a little bigger than mine, but I never felt like I had small hands. His hands made mine feel pixie like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When I put my hand in his, he gripped it and shook. He had a firm but gentle grip. I had the impression that he was holding back, as if he knew that if he showed just a little of his strength, he could break my hand. It was a scary and exciting feeling. He didn’t have hands that a business man should have. His hands were calloused; they were hands that knew what hard work was. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held me there and wouldn’t let go. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ms. Miller, it’s nice to meet you,” he said and his voice flowed over me. It was dark and rich like chocolate and I had a sweet tooth. There was a slit barley even present lilt that I couldn’t place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“It’s nice to meet you too,” I said drawing my hand back again. This time he let it go. He smiled and until that moment, I didn’t know I was a teeth girl. His pearly whites shined and only made that smile even better. Well would you look at that, I thought, he has dimples. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Have a seat Ms. Miller. Would you like anything, coffee?” he asked gesturing towards one the chairs sitting in front of his desk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“No thanks you and you can call me Jazlynn. I’m just an intern reporter. I want you to know that even though I’m just an intern, I’m really good at what I do,” I said smiling digging in my bag for my tape recorder and my note pad. I liked the recorder just in case I missed anything. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“That’s very modest of you, Jazlynn.” I had never heard my ordinary name said more beautifully.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-1933448046992315671?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1933448046992315671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/1933448046992315671?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/1933448046992315671?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-work.html' title='My Work!'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4MRHk9eip7ImA9Wx9VFkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-5483154991912856124</id><published>2011-02-01T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:49:45.762-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-01T18:49:45.762-08:00</app:edited><title>A Good Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5d32IuSKU98/TUjE762e6mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WSYSeIKJqls/s1600/228359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5d32IuSKU98/TUjE762e6mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WSYSeIKJqls/s320/228359.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've read and listened to many different books since the New Year, but I'd have to say that the best book of 2011, so far, is &lt;u&gt;Shadowfever &lt;/u&gt;by Karen Marie Moning. If you haven't read this series you need to go to your closest book store and buy the first book in this series, Darkfever. &lt;u&gt;Shadowfever &lt;/u&gt;wraps up MacKayla Lane's story really well, while leaving with the impression that there will be more. The story is full of twists and turn and the ending will floor you. Mrs. Moning is a great author that draws you into her world of Fae and magic, and has you wondering if these events aren't real and not just a story. This book was a great way to wrap up the series. I give it five stars.&lt;br /&gt;
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A little summary of the Fever series:&lt;br /&gt;
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MacKayla Lane, Mac, is a happy twenty-two year old that is living in her own life when she gets shattering new that her sister, Alina, has been murdered in Dublin, Ireland. She travels from Ashford, Georgia to light a fire under the detectives on her sister's case. What she finds is a world that she doesn't know existed. She finds that she is a sidhe-seer that can Fae without there protective cover. Throughout her journey of finding out who killed her sister, she realizes that this is much bigger than just a murder. She is recruited by a book store owner named Jericho Barrons when he realizes that she can detect things Fae. They go on a hunt for a magical book that has spells from the dark Fae King that has taken a life of its own. Through this, Mac meets a Seelie Prince, or a light Fae, Vlaine, and meets fellow sidhe-seers. With Barrons, she meets more dark creatures than she can fathom. She has many run ins with death and even gets raped by Dark Fae princes, which turns into a sex craved being. All in all she comes through it with her mysterious friend/foe Barrons. In &lt;u&gt;Shadowfever&lt;/u&gt;, she realizes that shes doesn't just have a small roll in finding the book. She has to bring the sidhe-seers, light Fae, and Barrons and his men together to lock away the book and save the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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JS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-5483154991912856124?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5483154991912856124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-read.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/5483154991912856124?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/5483154991912856124?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-read.html' title='A Good Read'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5d32IuSKU98/TUjE762e6mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WSYSeIKJqls/s72-c/228359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0MHQHY7fCp7ImA9Wx9VFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-8848570200045753528</id><published>2011-01-31T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:23:51.804-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-31T22:23:51.804-08:00</app:edited><title>Ugh! Chicago Weather!</title><content type='html'>So in a few hours Chicago is supposed to have the biggest snow storm of the century. I hate snow and anything to do with, but on the upside, since there will be no school I'll have plenty of time to read and post blogs. There's always a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5869975965459152505-8848570200045753528?l=jswalkerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8848570200045753528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/ugh-chicago-weather.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/8848570200045753528?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5869975965459152505/posts/default/8848570200045753528?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jswalkerstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/ugh-chicago-weather.html' title='Ugh! Chicago Weather!'/><author><name>J.S. Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09405860312195941370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUMNRnw5eyp7ImA9Wx9VFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5869975965459152505.post-3900050238789418735</id><published>2011-01-31T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:18:17.223-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-31T21:18:17.223-08:00</app:edited><title>My First Blog Post!</title><content type='html'>As seen by the title this is my first blog post so bear with me. The welcome pretty much says what this blog will be about. I will put some of my work on here and summaries of books that I like and think that you should read. There might be a little of my everyday life in here too. Just bear with me and please comment.&lt;br /&gt;
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