<?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/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853</id><updated>2024-11-01T19:53:49.919+08:00</updated><category term="fiction"/><category term="romance"/><category term="adult"/><category term="classics"/><category term="fantasy"/><category term="young adult"/><category term="historical fiction"/><category term="childrens"/><category term="by Nicholas Sparks"/><category term="humor"/><category term="series"/><category term="chick-lit"/><category term="historical romance"/><category term="by Jude Deveraux"/><category term="by Mitch Albom"/><category term="by Sophie Kinsella"/><category term="nonfiction"/><category term="by Gabriel García Márquez"/><category term="by Jane Austen"/><category term="mystery"/><category term="biography"/><category term="by Alice Sebold"/><category term="by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry"/><category term="by Audrey Niffenegger"/><category term="by Charles Dickens"/><category term="by Charlotte Brontë"/><category term="by Cornelia Funke"/><category term="by E.B. White"/><category term="by Emily Brontë"/><category term="by Erich Segal"/><category term="by Frances Hodgson Burnett"/><category term="by Gabrielle Charbonnet"/><category term="by Helen Fielding"/><category term="by J.D. Salinger"/><category term="by J.R.R. Tolkien"/><category term="by James Patterson"/><category term="by John Gray"/><category term="by Julie Garwood"/><category term="by Khaled Hosseini"/><category term="by L.J. Smith"/><category term="by Lauren Weisberger"/><category term="by Lee Harper"/><category term="by Lisa Kleypas"/><category term="by Margaret Mitchell"/><category term="by Paulo Coelho"/><category term="by Pearl S. Buck"/><category term="by Philip Pullman"/><category term="by Rick Riordan"/><category term="by William Goldman"/><category term="paranormal"/><category term="witches"/><title type='text'>Read with me</title><subtitle type='html'>an ebook a day, keeps the boredom away!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-2860900094365257319</id><published>2010-07-17T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:59:54.661+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Jane Austen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>Emma by Jane Austen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgee7MljS5aaC7MbsC6vwkasPv4ogOoHRRmLdKPb9wGnkEAEnNdVBjGJqn36bFVk5nC54iXjYmmnIFemc-EP3GqcBJ4hOWhW93RaiFz82PwAv9rP7k32vh4q0YbWmuvvsZLhe0bQjY3fbA/s320/austen_emma.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;As daughter of the richest, most important man in the small provincial village of Highbury, Emma Woodhouse is firmly convinced that it is her right--perhaps even her &quot;duty&quot;--to arrange the lives of others. Considered by most critics to be Austen&#39;s most technically brilliant achievement, &quot;Emma&quot; sparkles with ironic insights into self-deception, self-discovery, and the interplay of love and power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;password: aenid &lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/2860900094365257319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/2860900094365257319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2860900094365257319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2860900094365257319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/07/emma-by-jane-austen.html' title='Emma by Jane Austen'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgee7MljS5aaC7MbsC6vwkasPv4ogOoHRRmLdKPb9wGnkEAEnNdVBjGJqn36bFVk5nC54iXjYmmnIFemc-EP3GqcBJ4hOWhW93RaiFz82PwAv9rP7k32vh4q0YbWmuvvsZLhe0bQjY3fbA/s72-c/austen_emma.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-2985706453877743314</id><published>2010-06-21T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:49:22.517+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Sophie Kinsella"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chick-lit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>Twenties Girl by Sophie Kinsella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Twenties Girl&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nia7ln0-Pi1dP18uWf6V7mW0yN-FuhfDWlGO1I1XI2p6xJcDMmFqRbGZLG-gOwKXMqq2zUCP7owSi-AqmT3rmtVdXh_Y02_EAz1KJv7RFMsM6IwUx9D0rn1O0W7m5FaEMsbaLnfT7Zg/s320/twenties-girl.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Lara Lington has always had an overactive imagination, but suddenly that imagination seems to be in overdrive. Normal professional twenty-something young women don’t get visited by ghosts. Or do they?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When the spirit of Lara’s great-aunt Sadie–a feisty, demanding girl with firm ideas about fashion, love, and the right way to dance–mysteriously appears, she has one last request: Lara must find a missing necklace that had been in Sadie’s possession for more than seventy-five years, and Sadie cannot rest without it. Lara, on the other hand, has a number of ongoing distractions. Her best friend and business partner has run off to Goa, her start-up company is floundering, and she’s just been dumped by the “perfect” man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lara and Sadie make a hilarious sparring duo, and at first it seems as though they have nothing in common. But as the mission to find Sadie’s necklace leads to intrigue and a new romance for Lara, these very different “twenties” girls learn some surprising truths from each other along the way. Written with all the irrepressible charm and humor that have made Sophie Kinsella’s books beloved by millions, is also a deeply moving testament to the transcendent bonds of friendship and family.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Eddie is a wounded war veteran, an old man who has lived, in his mind, an uninspired life. His job is fixing rides at a seaside amusement park. On his 83rd birthday, a tragic accident kills him as he tries to save a little girl from a falling cart. He awakes in the afterlife, where he learns that heaven is not a destination. It&#39;s a place where your life is explained to you by five people, some of whom you knew, others who may have been strangers. One by one, from childhood to soldier to old age, Eddie&#39;s five people revisit their connections to him on earth, illuminating the mysteries of his &quot;meaningless&quot; life, and revealing the haunting secret behind the eternal question: &quot;Why was I here?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is there really such thing as a lucky charm? The hero of Nicholas Sparks&#39;s new novel believes he&#39;s found one in the form of a photograph of a smiling woman he&#39;s never met, but who he comes to believe holds the key to his destiny. The chain of events that leads to him possessing the photograph and finding the woman pictured in it is the stuff of love stories only a master such as Sparks can write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/7978383058218915835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/7978383058218915835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/7978383058218915835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/7978383058218915835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/06/lucky-one-by-nicholas-sparks.html' title='The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcjkiCrCyf7PCDTmWeIVmmfKfOF2C52I81OjntsUp8jptADq8vGIGUIsNZsloNs6WuUdDH74OhdI1XngKwUxdVh5ijNgPKVuUag4c8ZIhnFIYnCOPV6YuXqPe7ZPgcyTrI4AU-jbHPcQ/s72-c/theluckyone.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-3042929729966573961</id><published>2010-05-31T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:34:37.411+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by William Goldman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young adult"/><title type='text'>The Princess Bride by William Goldman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;The Princess Bride&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQjB2imm5AdRRBCCubDV9VZZyk0F1zaK6keUGb5kuy1whv4_siSGQ6BuCNfx7kVJdC_9nc6hOLfU6dzUruV_w4T6KFrZIZzf8xAExBiIIB5EsxMbSt5AUgPTcMukCtaT2iu_sp1l1n3I/s320/princessbride.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time came a story so full of high adventure and true love that it became an instant classic and won the hearts of millions. Now in hardcover in America for the first time since 1973, this special edition of The Princess Bride is a true keepsake for devoted fans as well as those lucky enough to discover it for the first time. What reader can forget or resist such colorful characters as&lt;br /&gt;
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Westley . . . handsome farm boy who risks death and much, much worse for the woman he loves; Inigo . . . the Spanish swordsman who lives only to avenge his father&#39;s death; Fezzik . . . the Turk, the gentlest giant ever to have uprooted a tree with his bare hands; Vizzini . . . the evil Sicilian, with a mind so keen he&#39;s foiled by his own perfect logic; Prince Humperdinck . . . the eviler ruler of Guilder, who has an equally insatiable thirst for war and the beauteous Buttercup; Count Rugen . . . the evilest man of all, who thrives on the excruciating pain of others; Miracle Max. . . the King&#39;s ex-Miracle Man, who can raise the dead (kind of); The Dread Pirate Roberts . . . supreme looter and plunderer of the high seas; and, of course, Buttercup . . . the princess bride, the most perfect, beautiful woman in the history of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With those words, Lara&#39;s life turned upside down. Hunter, Earl of Hawksworth, had been lost at sea. Or so she&#39;d been told. Their unhappy marriage -- with its cold caresses and passionless kisses - was over. But now a powerful, virile man stood before her, telling secrets only a husband could know, and vowing she would once again be his wife in every way. While Lara couldn&#39;t deny that this man with the smoldering dark eyes resembled Hunter, he was attentive and loving in ways he never was before. Soon she desperately wanted to believe, with every beat of her heart, that this stranger was truly her husband. But had this rake reformed -- or was Lara being seduced by a cunning stranger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Jocelyn Minton is a woman torn between two worlds. Her mother grew up in a world of private schools and afternoon tea, but she married the local handyman. After her mother died when Joce was 5, her father remarried into his own class, and Joce was an outsider-- until she met Miss Edi, 60 years older than she was, but a kindred soul. When Miss Edi dies, she leaves Jocelyn all her worldly possessions, which includes clues to a mystery that started in 1941, set in a small town in Virginia that Joce had never heard of. But, because of her benefactor&#39;s notorious past, the townspeople know who Joce is, and they&#39;ve plotted out her entire future, including who she is meant to marry. But Jocelyn has her own ideas about men and secrets that no one wants revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If you thought &lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt; was a tearjerker, get out the hankies, pull up a chair, and get ready to have your heart monkey-wrenched by Nicholas Sparks&#39;s second star-crossed love story, &lt;em&gt;Message in a Bottle&lt;/em&gt;. When Theresa Osborne takes a much-needed summer holiday at Cape Cod, she finds a lot more than a break from the hustle and bustle. On an early-morning jog along Cape Cod Bay, she comes across a corked bottle with a scrolled-up message inside that reads, &quot;My Dearest Catherine, I miss you, my darling, as I always do, but today is especially hard because the ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together...&quot; It bobbles around in the same vein for several more paragraphs and ends with &quot;...am alone on the pier and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry. Garret.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; Garret may eat quiche, but no bother--before you can say &quot;Look! I found two more letters!&quot; Theresa is hot on his trail and determined to find this mysterious yet sensitive message-in-a-bottle man. She finds him at a sleepy North Carolina port, working on his beloved sailboat, &lt;em&gt;The Happenstance&lt;/em&gt;. From there, a romance buds and blossoms into a colorful bouquet of emotional baggage. Theresa has problems with her past--or, more accurately, her past is a problem. She is so scarred from her &quot;I&#39;m a super churchgoing guy now that I&#39;ve run out on my wife&quot; ex-husband that she hasn&#39;t tried to date since her divorce some three or four years before. And who is Catherine? And what&#39;s Garret&#39;s bag, anyway? When Theresa finds out, she plunges to the depths of her soul and uncorks a whopper of a secret about herself, bringing Garret to terms with who he really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A delightfully dishy novel about the all-time most impossible boss in the history of impossible bosses. &lt;br /&gt;
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Andrea Sachs, a small-town girl fresh out of college, lands the job “a million girls would die for.” Hired as the assistant to Miranda Priestly, the high-profile, fabulously successful editor of &lt;em&gt;Runway &lt;/em&gt;magazine, Andrea finds herself in an office that shouts &lt;em&gt;Prada! Armani! Versace!&lt;/em&gt; at every turn, a world populated by impossibly thin, heart-wrenchingly stylish women and beautiful men clad in fine-ribbed turtlenecks and tight leather pants that show off their lifelong dedication to the gym. With breathtaking ease, Miranda can turn each and every one of these hip sophisticates into a scared, whimpering child. &lt;br /&gt;
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THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA gives a rich and hilarious new meaning to complaints about “The Boss from Hell.” Narrated in Andrea’s smart, refreshingly disarming voice, it traces a deep, dark, devilish view of life at the top only hinted at in gossip columns and over Cosmopolitans at the trendiest cocktail parties. From sending the latest, not-yet-in-stores Harry Potter to Miranda’s children in Paris by private jet, to locating an unnamed antique store where Miranda had at some point admired a vintage dresser, to serving lattes to Miranda at precisely the piping hot temperature she prefers, Andrea is sorely tested each and every day—and often late into the night with orders barked over the phone. She puts up with it all by keeping her eyes on the prize: a recommendation from Miranda that will get Andrea a top job at any magazine of her choosing. As things escalate from the merely unacceptable to the downright outrageous, however, Andrea begins to realize that the job a million girls would die for may just kill her. And even if she survives, she has to decide whether or not the job is worth the price of her soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;http://depositfiles.com/files/7silg757a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/6072969677086941453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/6072969677086941453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/6072969677086941453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/6072969677086941453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/05/devil-wears-prada-by-lauren-weisberger.html' title='The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDski5_qOLCcBDiq7wbXx4dTTaOS8De59fwil3YWQWXbqwjunVtAit2Xl1khDLqtWzbXSzXgH57h5K73Ff50UXQjTUZoh4DY3PwVnSsFp18F1bYW3b2-Ljt5rzUvmHSasBBPrWW5YhUw/s72-c/devilwearsprada.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-2541253048951071913</id><published>2010-05-29T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T10:28:51.824+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Philip Pullman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childrens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="series"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young adult"/><title type='text'>His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;The Golden Compass&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwu_LRySU1GOCdBandZ2MTL1J7ESoS3Owigatxe3tLzCEdgiyufui3PkazTEUPPqoJfnwYrZ2yzw6zsvEkovbxjIWHJOM-YHW9yTZNgwuJD5k6F6Dbdm9kxwRu7ieCRDRCSCLV6noOhY/s320/golden_compass.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Some books improve with age--the age of the reader, that is. Such is certainly the case with Philip Pullman&#39;s heroic, at times heart-wrenching novel, &lt;i&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/i&gt;, a story ostensibly for children but one perhaps even better appreciated by adults. The protagonist of this complex fantasy is young Lyra Belacqua, a precocious orphan growing up within the precincts of Oxford University. But it quickly becomes clear that Lyra&#39;s Oxford is not precisely like our own--nor is her world. For one thing, people there each have a personal &lt;i&gt;dæmon&lt;/i&gt;, the manifestation of their soul in animal form. For another, hers is a universe in which science, theology, and magic are closely allied:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As for what experimental theology was, Lyra had no more idea than the urchins. She had formed the notion that it was concerned with magic, with the movements of the stars and planets, with tiny particles of matter, but that was guesswork, really. Probably the stars had dæmons just as humans did, and experimental theology involved talking to them. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not that Lyra spends much time worrying about it; what she likes best is &quot;clambering over the College roofs with Roger the kitchen boy who was her particular friend, to spit plum stones on the heads of passing Scholars or to hoot like owls outside a window where a tutorial was going on, or racing through the narrow streets, or stealing apples from the market, or waging war.&quot; But Lyra&#39;s carefree existence changes forever when she and her dæmon, Pantalaimon, first prevent an assassination attempt against her uncle, the powerful Lord Asriel, and then overhear a secret discussion about a mysterious entity known as Dust. Soon she and Pan are swept up in a dangerous game involving disappearing children, a beautiful woman with a golden monkey dæmon, a trip to the far north, and a set of allies ranging from &quot;gyptians&quot; to witches to an armor-clad polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Subtle Knife&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Amber Spyglass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;password: aenid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/2541253048951071913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/2541253048951071913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2541253048951071913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2541253048951071913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/05/his-dark-materials-by-philip-pullman.html' title='His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwu_LRySU1GOCdBandZ2MTL1J7ESoS3Owigatxe3tLzCEdgiyufui3PkazTEUPPqoJfnwYrZ2yzw6zsvEkovbxjIWHJOM-YHW9yTZNgwuJD5k6F6Dbdm9kxwRu7ieCRDRCSCLV6noOhY/s72-c/golden_compass.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-8419988502965501610</id><published>2010-05-29T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:53:14.741+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by J.R.R. Tolkien"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="series"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young adult"/><title type='text'>The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Fellowship of the Ring&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlUkJ_urx32BHi_7etInJVbhr_2P5W1QpsgnKNVizF1b6Eqymbeg26V7aitOwE_yc-zCNzRGBgBDVcl_LEpoekexkBLzqi2WSeWEkoItmP6SJMiHt5VE129-E1syoziBXP_I5WvQL9RY/s320/fellowship+of+the+ring.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien&#39;s three-volume epic, is set in the imaginary world of Middle-earth -- home to many strange beings, and most notably hobbits, a peace-loving &quot;little people,&quot; cheerful and shy. Since its original British publication in 1954-55, the saga has entranced readers of all ages. It is at once a classic myth and a modern fairy tale. Critic Michael Straight has hailed it as one of the &quot;very few works of genius in recent literature.&quot; Middle-earth is a world receptive to poets, scholars, children, and all other people of good will. Donald Barr has described it as &quot;a scrubbed morning world, and a ringing nightmare world...especially sunlit, and shadowed by perils very fundamental, of a peculiarly uncompounded darkness.&quot; The story of this world is one of high and heroic adventure. Barr compared it to Beowulf, C.S. Lewis to Orlando Furioso, W.H. Auden to The Thirty-nine Steps. In fact the saga is sui generis -- a triumph of imagination which springs to life within its own framework and on its own terms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Two Towers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Return of the King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lord of the Rings (Books 1-3)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;http://depositfiles.com/files/c5u46ej86&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/8419988502965501610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/8419988502965501610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/8419988502965501610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/8419988502965501610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/05/lord-of-rings-by-jrr-tolkien.html' title='The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlUkJ_urx32BHi_7etInJVbhr_2P5W1QpsgnKNVizF1b6Eqymbeg26V7aitOwE_yc-zCNzRGBgBDVcl_LEpoekexkBLzqi2WSeWEkoItmP6SJMiHt5VE129-E1syoziBXP_I5WvQL9RY/s72-c/fellowship+of+the+ring.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-3773215355261542866</id><published>2010-05-16T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:20:04.323+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by E.B. White"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childrens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young adult"/><title type='text'>Charlotte&#39;s Web by E.B. White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Charlotte&#39;s Web ebook&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4tSKf91t6yXJAuZ7AKaTZkB7jDZKCO_LHEqViLyUSynDVtZjhhz_7A3u7nRrLNGtgoDFJmeKIhzcvINB-evpOdFBNrMPY6FbkODB5YhoRTH2Dii7V3ueVu2gzq5Cn-e_tacVv5Ruq0w/s320/charlotte&#39;s+web.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;An affectionate, sometimes bashful pig named Wilbur befriends a spider named Charlotte, who lives in the rafters above his pen. A prancing, playful bloke, Wilbur is devastated when he learns of the destiny that befalls all those of porcine persuasion. Determined to save her friend, Charlotte spins a web that reads &quot;Some Pig,&quot; convincing the farmer and surrounding community that Wilbur is no ordinary animal and should be saved. In this story of friendship, hardship, and the passing on into time, E.B. White reminds us to open our eyes to the wonder and miracle often found in the simplest of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;http://www.4shared.com/document/Sbq-Ok7L/EB_White_-_Charlottes_Web.html&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Mistress Mary is quite contrary until she helps her garden grow. Along the way, she manages to cure her sickly cousin Colin, who is every bit as imperious as she. These two are sullen little peas in a pod, closed up in a gloomy old manor on the Yorkshire moors of England, until a locked-up garden captures their imaginations and puts the blush of a wild rose in their cheeks; &quot;It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of roses which were so thick, that they matted together.... &#39;No wonder it is still,&#39; Mary whispered. &#39;I am the first person who has spoken here for ten years.&#39;&quot; As new life sprouts from the earth, Mary and Colin&#39;s sour natures begin to sweeten. For anyone who has ever felt afraid to live and love, &lt;em&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/em&gt;&#39;s portrayal of reawakening spirits will thrill and rejuvenate. Frances Hodgson Burnett creates characters so strong and distinct, young readers continue to identify with them even 85 years after they were conceived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry first published &lt;em&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/em&gt; in 1943, only a year before his Lockheed P-38 vanished over the Mediterranean during a reconnaissance mission. More than a half century later, this fable of love and loneliness has lost none of its power. The narrator is a downed pilot in the Sahara Desert, frantically trying to repair his wrecked plane. His efforts are interrupted one day by the apparition of a little, well, prince, who asks him to draw a sheep. &quot;In the face of an overpowering mystery, you don&#39;t dare disobey,&quot; the narrator recalls. &quot;Absurd as it seemed, a thousand miles from all inhabited regions and in danger of death, I took a scrap of paper and a pen out of my pocket.&quot; And so begins their dialogue, which stretches the narrator&#39;s imagination in all sorts of surprising, childlike directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; The Little Prince describes his journey from planet to planet, each tiny world populated by a single adult. It&#39;s a wonderfully inventive sequence, which evokes not only the great fairy tales but also such monuments of postmodern whimsy as Italo Calvino&#39;s &lt;em&gt;Invisible Cities&lt;/em&gt;. And despite his tone of gentle bemusement, Saint-Exupéry pulls off some fine satiric touches, too. There&#39;s the king, for example, who commands the Little Prince to function as a one-man (or one-boy) judiciary: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have good reason to believe that there is an old rat living somewhere on my planet. I hear him at night. You could judge that old rat. From time to time you will condemn him to death. That way his life will depend on your justice. But you&#39;ll pardon him each time for economy&#39;s sake. There&#39;s only one rat. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sometimes only remembered for the epic motion picture and &quot;Frankly ... I don&#39;t give a damn,&quot; &lt;em&gt;Gone with the Wind&lt;/em&gt; was initially a compelling and entertaining novel. It was the sweeping story of tangled passions and the rare courage of a group of people in Atlanta during the time of Civil War that brought those cinematic scenes to life. The reason the movie became so popular was the strength of its characters--Scarlett O&#39;Hara, Rhett Butler, and Ashley Wilkes--all created here by the deft hand of Margaret Mitchell, in this, her first novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is typical of Gabriel García Márquez that it will be many pages before his narrative circles back to the ice, and many chapters before the hero of &lt;i&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/i&gt;, Buendía, stands before the firing squad. In between, he recounts such wonders as an entire town struck with insomnia, a woman who ascends to heaven while hanging laundry, and a suicide that defies the laws of physics:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;A trickle of blood came out under the door, crossed the living room, went out into the street, continued on in a straight line across the uneven terraces, went down steps and climbed over curbs, passed along the Street of the Turks, turned a corner to the right and another to the left, made a right angle at the Buendía house, went in under the closed door, crossed through the parlor, hugging the walls so as not to stain the rugs, went on to the other living room, made a wide curve to avoid the dining-room table, went along the porch with the begonias, and passed without being seen under Amaranta&#39;s chair as she gave an arithmetic lesson to Aureliano José, and went through the pantry and came out in the kitchen, where Úrsula was getting ready to crack thirty-six eggs to make bread.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Holy Mother of God!&quot; Úrsula shouted. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The story follows 100 years in the life of Macondo, a village founded by José Arcadio Buendía and occupied by descendants all sporting variations on their progenitor&#39;s name: his sons, José Arcadio and Aureliano, and grandsons, Aureliano José, Aureliano Segundo, and José Arcadio Segundo. Then there are the women--the two Úrsulas, a handful of Remedios, Fernanda, and Pilar--who struggle to remain grounded even as their menfolk build castles in the air. If it is possible for a novel to be highly comic and deeply tragic at the same time, then &lt;i&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/i&gt; does the trick. Civil war rages throughout, hearts break, dreams shatter, and lives are lost, yet the effect is literary pentimento, with sorrow&#39;s outlines bleeding through the vibrant colors of García Márquez&#39;s magical realism. Consider, for example, the ghost of Prudencio Aguilar, whom José Arcadio Buendía has killed in a fight. So lonely is the man&#39;s shade that it haunts Buendía&#39;s house, searching anxiously for water with which to clean its wound. Buendía&#39;s wife, Úrsula, is so moved that &quot;the next time she saw the dead man uncovering the pots on the stove she understood what he was looking for, and from then on she placed water jugs all about the house.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Scrooge was a miser. His money was his life. Then, one Christmas Eve, Scrooge received a trio of visitors who showed him not only the true meaning of Christmas, but the true meaning of his life as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Probably one of the most beloved Christmas stories in history, Charles Dickens&#39; &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt; has it all: heroes, villains, ghosts, time travel, long-lost love, and a happy ending. With worldwide appeal, this story continues to captivate generation after generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Since it was originally published in 1843, &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt; has become an irreplaceable part of our culture. Stephen Krensky&#39;s careful abridgment of Dickens&#39; words is complemented by new artwork by one of today&#39;s best-loved illustrators, Dean Morrissey, the author of &lt;em&gt;Ship of Dreams&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Christmas Ship. &lt;/em&gt;This is an edition of &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt; that will certainly become a classic in its own right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.... When enough years had gone by to enable us to look back on them, we sometimes discussed the events leading to his accident. I maintain that the Ewells started it all, but Jem, who was four years my senior, said it started long before that. He said it began the summer Dill came to us, when Dill first gave us the idea of making Boo Radley come out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Set in the small Southern town of Maycomb, Alabama, during the Depression, &lt;i&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/i&gt; follows three years in the life of 8-year-old Scout Finch, her brother, Jem, and their father, Atticus--three years punctuated by the arrest and eventual trial of a young black man accused of raping a white woman. Though her story explores big themes, Harper Lee chooses to tell it through the eyes of a child. The result is a tough and tender novel of race, class, justice, and the pain of growing up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Since his debut in 1951 as &lt;em&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt;, Holden Caulfield has been synonymous with &quot;cynical adolescent.&quot; Holden narrates the story of a couple of days in his sixteen-year-old life, just after he&#39;s been expelled from prep school, in a slang that sounds edgy even today and keeps this novel on banned book lists. It begins,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &quot;If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you&#39;ll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don&#39;t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything pretty personal about them.&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; His constant wry observations about what he encounters, from teachers to phonies (the two of course are not mutually exclusive) capture the essence of the eternal teenage experience of alienation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Wang Lung, rising from humble Chinese farmer to wealthy landowner, gloried in the soil he worked. He held it above his family, even above his gods. But soon, between Wang Lung and the kindly soil that sustained him, came flood and drought, pestilence and revolution....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Through this one Chinese peasant and his children, Nobel Prize-winner Pearl S. Buck traces the whole cycle of life, its terrors, its passion, its persistent ambitions and its rewards. Her brilliant novel, beloved by millions of readers throughout the world, is a universal tale of the destiny of men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;This is the wonderful, tumultuous, heartfelt&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;story of Oliver Barrett IV and Jenny Cavilleri--the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;story of a rich Harvard jock and a wisecracking&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Radcliffe music major who have nothing in common but&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;love . . . and everything else to share but time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Funny and flip, sad and poignant, Erich Segal&#39;s&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;magnificent novel will grab you, hold you, and stay&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with you forever. You, like more than twenty&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;million others, will fall in love with &lt;em&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Story&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;password: aenid &lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/2167964960440578362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/2167964960440578362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2167964960440578362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2167964960440578362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-story-by-erich-segal.html' title='Love Story by Erich Segal'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgila5JR55tLzVczHMmyIAd3HpkJm6XfIv8GA22DitJx3rYevtrE7JGnVdca9ToA5awdyV8PGL3nr1LdwNjjcxydeW2zHNUew10pqtQaSTcN2xiMSV8s2BCjXuXhZBHuulU327VGRqns-c/s72-c/lovestoryerichsegal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-7039638978871270352</id><published>2010-05-06T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:25:57.541+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adult"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Jude Deveraux"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>Summerhouse Series by Jude Deveraux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;download ebook&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZXRmMWO8AK2SFrVOcjTdP96tU8-k__2cbQ2u77adAve4wk_qC4s839f4UQ5FVjfNq3GKewYnxYSiM1RaSM381fE-ZouxhHzWfGnMbLLD9GktZST1Rqw8Hg1oF1RzUBGoEvWiPXxUPmY/s320/thesummerhouse.jpg&quot; title=&quot;The Summerhouse&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;What if a woman could go back to the beginning and rethink her choices for love and life? When Leslie Headrick, Madison Appleby, and Ellie Abbott first met, they were in their early 20s and the world lay before them with its infinite possibilities. Now that they&#39;re about to turn 40, they reunite for a weekend at a summerhouse in Maine where they share the details of their lives during the past 20 years. Each woman has serious doubts and questions about the path she chose to follow, but none of them suspect the startling opportunity they&#39;re about to be offered to relive those choices and change their futures.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic most definitely resides in the Maine summerhouse where the mysterious Madame Zoya has granted the innermost wishes of its visitors.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Now, three women have come to this special place with one thing in common: a painful past they would each like to rewrite.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Amy,&lt;/strong&gt; who hides a heartbreaking loss behind her seemingly perfect marriage and family... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Faith,&lt;/strong&gt; a widow in her thirties whose deepest grief is for a man from years ago...and  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Zoë,&lt;/strong&gt; an artist shunned by her hometown for reasons she doesn&#39;t know, after a traumatic night erased her memory.  &lt;br /&gt;
With their mystical powers, Madame Zoya and her sister Primrose are about to transport the trio to eighteenth-century England to alter Amy&#39;s ancestry. But although surprises await each of them, will stepping back in time bring the women the happy endings they seek?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?3mdbmojjn34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;password: aenid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/7039638978871270352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/7039638978871270352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/7039638978871270352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/7039638978871270352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/05/summerhouse-series-by-jude-deveraux.html' title='Summerhouse Series by Jude Deveraux'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZXRmMWO8AK2SFrVOcjTdP96tU8-k__2cbQ2u77adAve4wk_qC4s839f4UQ5FVjfNq3GKewYnxYSiM1RaSM381fE-ZouxhHzWfGnMbLLD9GktZST1Rqw8Hg1oF1RzUBGoEvWiPXxUPmY/s72-c/thesummerhouse.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-7202969648594557862</id><published>2010-05-06T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:13:00.906+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adult"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Julie Garwood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><title type='text'>Prince Charming by Julie Garwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;download ebook&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkrQKT_Rkop0yFA701a_NR1oJfig1VMjtwFP1XWNJD-mgrT7ch3xBYzJY3be-DDsfyG-HzTjOibBXEFgcreU73AU3x5PqhRz10XaP_aclKAsD7BwSHBN92iN1UnWzEWJV9b1IblPw2I0/s320/princecharming.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Prince Charming by Julie Garwood&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Only her beloved grandmother, Lady Esther, knew how devastated Taylor Stapleton had been when her fiance eloped with Taylor&#39;s cousin, Jane. Now that good lady -- one of London&#39;s richest and most formidable matriarchs -- lay dying. But first she was going to help Taylor pull off the scam of the season. &lt;br /&gt;
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To escape becoming a ward of her unscrupulous uncle, Taylor would wed Lucas Ross, a rugged American rancher. Lady Esther&#39;s money would enable Ross to bring his youngest half-brother home to Montana. Taylor had her own urgent reason to go to America... a precious legacy she hadn&#39;t revealed to Ross, for they had agreed to go their separate ways once they reached Boston. But as her handsome new husband spoke of life in Montana, Taylor began planning a new future. To Taylor, the wide-open spaces of Montana sounded like paradise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?tngtjwkmw2m&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;password: aenid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/7202969648594557862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/7202969648594557862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/7202969648594557862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/7202969648594557862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/05/prince-charming-by-julie-garwood.html' title='Prince Charming by Julie Garwood'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkrQKT_Rkop0yFA701a_NR1oJfig1VMjtwFP1XWNJD-mgrT7ch3xBYzJY3be-DDsfyG-HzTjOibBXEFgcreU73AU3x5PqhRz10XaP_aclKAsD7BwSHBN92iN1UnWzEWJV9b1IblPw2I0/s72-c/princecharming.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-2963137032761150208</id><published>2010-05-05T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:52:54.547+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by Rick Riordan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childrens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="series"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young adult"/><title type='text'>Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oDnRwFWiYCb6MqhkyQ777dBFKcl3o-53MOCLI7bAqGV4K39VgvOujSNsMWB8gzkfCiT8xNH29jf2wZXwXuW2wvCjTorLFbH1-UkwKJxQvr05VgsPkjWJv-yKduWuBz82Tyxfu5LOtUM/s320/percy-jackson.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series by Rick Riordan&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESCRIPTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Percy Jackson is about to be kicked out of boarding school...again. And that&#39;s the least of his troubles. Lately, mythological monsters and the gods of Mount Olympus seem to be walking straight out of the pages of Percy&#39;s Greek mythology textbook and into his life. And worse, he&#39;s angered a few of them. Zeus&#39;s master lightning bolt has been stolen, and Percy is the prime suspect. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now Percy and his friends have just ten days to find and return Zeus&#39;s stolen property and bring peace to a warring Mount Olympus. But to succeed on his quest, Percy will have to do more than catch the true thief: he must come to terms with the father who abandoned him; solve the riddle of the Oracle, which warns him of betrayal by a friend; and unravel a treachery more powerful than the gods themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;toctext&quot;&gt;The Lightning Thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;tocnumber&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;toctext&quot;&gt;The Sea of Monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;toctext&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;http://www.mediafire.com/?i2nxzued1hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;tocnumber&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;toctext&quot;&gt;The Titan&#39;s Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;tocnumber&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;toctext&quot;&gt;The Battle of the Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;tocnumber&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;toctext&quot;&gt;The Last Olympian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;password: aenid &lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/feeds/2963137032761150208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3490012089523044853/2963137032761150208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2963137032761150208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490012089523044853/posts/default/2963137032761150208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brittlepages.blogspot.com/2010/05/percy-jackson-and-olympians-by-rick.html' title='Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan'/><author><name>blood red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02067392603172402768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoth8F4ZW_zYFx3Rs9KqlcfwNpLdq-n82QrkJas1PqsazUbQqEQ4hKplQY8us4sSj4D5vpFcvfnv_6_i02x7BTuW3ZXsS0i_obBGPgMsHbtuOYj7iarvN5hCt5UZgwQ/s220/gothicanime16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oDnRwFWiYCb6MqhkyQ777dBFKcl3o-53MOCLI7bAqGV4K39VgvOujSNsMWB8gzkfCiT8xNH29jf2wZXwXuW2wvCjTorLFbH1-UkwKJxQvr05VgsPkjWJv-yKduWuBz82Tyxfu5LOtUM/s72-c/percy-jackson.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490012089523044853.post-1756163860796775251</id><published>2010-05-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T00:27:35.871+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="by L.J. Smith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paranormal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="young adult"/><title type='text'>The Night of the Solstice by L.J. Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYos1_iju-AfQAi0ESfSPPushqqkXR4buNeSB-ioizyYzcrCPDG7msrjARp1EaWqwbLJ1GW3cnNHkdSOVGeO9CoIsPqda0iMWAO0NGkGOwJY5txDnbLgTqb5EumJnzOWJe5lekApKqtI/s320/night+of+the+solstice.JPG&quot; title=&quot;The Night of the Solstice by L.J. Smith&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In another age, the pathways connecting Earth to the Wildworld were sealed, forever separating humans from the shimmering parallel universe where legends still live. A great sorceress, Morgana Shee, guards the solitary gate between the worlds. She alone holds the secret of Fell Andred, her mansion built directly on the Great Coastal Passage, whose mirrors are the last doorways to enchantment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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