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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757</id><updated>2009-10-29T19:56:47.978-07:00</updated><title type="text">youngadultARCs</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;i&gt; Go on, read ahead.  &lt;/i&gt;  Welcome, YALSA-BKers and friends!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>edh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09816086535519392426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><logo>http://static.flickr.com/24/59161914_e3b6ebb8fe_o.jpg</logo><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Youngadultarcs" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-3467933203983789160</id><published>2008-01-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:31:47.813-08:00</updated><title type="text">YA ARC BLOG HIATUS</title><summary type="text">The YA ARC Blog is going on a brief hiatus due to unforseen complications and time shortages. I will still be monitoring the YALSA-BK listserv so if you need to reach me please email me at yalibrarianwi@yahoo.com. Any books that are currently in circulation may continue to be read and enjoyed. Unfortunately no new books will be added at this time. If you need to return a book to me, you can mail </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/3467933203983789160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=3467933203983789160" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3467933203983789160" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3467933203983789160" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2008/01/ya-arc-blog-hiatus.html" title="YA ARC BLOG HIATUS" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-4737211999557071221</id><published>2007-11-19T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:04:51.975-08:00</updated><title type="text">Sweethearts by Sara Zarr</title><summary type="text">As children, Jennifer Harris and Cameron Quick were both social outcasts.They were also one another's only friend.So when Cameron disappears without warning, Jennifer thinks she's lost the only person who will ever understand her.Now in high school, Jennifer has been transformed.Known as Jenna, she's popular, happy, and dating, everything "Jennifer" couldn't be---but she still can't shake the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/4737211999557071221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=4737211999557071221" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/4737211999557071221" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/4737211999557071221" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweethearts-by-sara-zarr.html" title="Sweethearts by Sara Zarr" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-8669560340120668026</id><published>2007-11-19T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:04:03.720-08:00</updated><title type="text">The Postcard by Tony abbott</title><summary type="text">She died today. One phone call changes Jason's summer vacation-and life!-forever.When Jason's grandmother dies, he's sent down to her home in Florida to help his father clean out her things. At first he gripes about spending his summer miles away from his best friend, doing chores, and sweating in the Florida heat, but he soon discovers a mystery surrounding his grandmother's murky past.An old, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/8669560340120668026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=8669560340120668026" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/8669560340120668026" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/8669560340120668026" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/11/postcard-by-tony-abbott.html" title="The Postcard by Tony abbott" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-7449383921213309339</id><published>2007-09-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:50:57.332-07:00</updated><title type="text">Secrets of the Cirque Medrano by Elaine Scott</title><summary type="text">Inspired by the painting, Family of Saltimbanques, by Pablo Picasso, this story of adventure is set against the backdrop of Belle Époque Paris as whispers of revolution stir in Russia . Elaine Scott creates a world filled with characters from the art scene such as Picasso and his friends, circus folk, and revolutionaries. And fourteen-year-old Brigitte meets them all. She moves to Paris after her</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/7449383921213309339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=7449383921213309339" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/7449383921213309339" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/7449383921213309339" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/secrets-of-cirque-medrano-by-elaine.html" title="Secrets of the Cirque Medrano by Elaine Scott" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-3319718500762169377</id><published>2007-09-14T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:18:53.804-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Assist by Neil Swidey</title><summary type="text">Hoop Dreams meets Common Ground in this riveting portrait of a driven basketball coach at an iconic high school, and of his players, each struggling to rise above the many forces pulling them down. Jack O'Brien, the impossibly demanding basketball coach at Charlestown High School in Boston, has led his team to five state championship titles in six years. Less talked about is O'Brien's other </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/3319718500762169377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=3319718500762169377" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3319718500762169377" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3319718500762169377" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/assist-by-neil-swidey.html" title="The Assist by Neil Swidey" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Rur6rfTxZ_I/AAAAAAAAALM/0ty5ppDBOs8/s72-c/51PqzxhbvlL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1494394714491431781</id><published>2007-09-14T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:16:04.310-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Name of this Book is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch</title><summary type="text">This is the story of a secret, and also a secret story. This is the story of Cass and Max-Ernest, two friendless 11-year olds who come together to solve the mystery surrounding a dead magician and the clues he left behind. When they find a mysterious case containing vials of liquid labeled The Symphony of Smells with an encoded message asking for help, they decide to investigate. Along the way </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1494394714491431781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1494394714491431781" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1494394714491431781" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1494394714491431781" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/name-of-this-book-is-secret-by.html" title="The Name of this Book is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Rur6DPTxZ-I/AAAAAAAAALE/pnVmzW75GUg/s72-c/51J93hVPJNL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1333498754732883102</id><published>2007-09-14T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:07:16.857-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Girl Who Stopped Swimming by Joshilyn Jackson</title><summary type="text">Laurel Gray Hawthorne needs to make things pretty, whether she's helping her mother make sure the literal family skeleton stays in the closet or turning scraps of fabric into nationally acclaimed art quilts. Her estranged sister Thalia, an impoverished Actress with a capital A, is her polar opposite, priding herself on exposing the lurid truth lurking behind middle class niceties. While Laurel's </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1333498754732883102/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1333498754732883102" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1333498754732883102" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1333498754732883102" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/girl-who-stopped-swimming-by-joshilyn.html" title="The Girl Who Stopped Swimming by Joshilyn Jackson" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Rur3xPTxZ9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/bWDcJUqAo0Y/s72-c/419XdkOsPkL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1591403233165300880</id><published>2007-09-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:00:45.460-07:00</updated><title type="text">With the Light by Keiko Tobe</title><summary type="text">With the Light is one of the first titles from our Yen Press imprint. The manga format novel tells the story of a Japanese family dealing with the birth and growth of an autistic son, Hikaru. This book has received an incredible reaction from everyone who sees it, from librarians to retailers and friends. It seems that so many people have been affected by or knows someone who has been affected by</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1591403233165300880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1591403233165300880" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1591403233165300880" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1591403233165300880" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/with-light-by-keiko-tobe.html" title="With the Light by Keiko Tobe" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Rur2c_TxZ8I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7bkcErBfZN4/s72-c/41m5qd1puWL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1126347147211357676</id><published>2007-09-10T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:23:25.025-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Sky Inside by Clare B. Dunkle</title><summary type="text">Martin lives in a perfect world.  Every year a new generation ofchildren arrives on a conveyer belt to meet their parents.  Everyspring the residents of this suburb take down the snow they've stuckon their windows and put up the flowers.  Every morning the residentsgather around their televisions and vote for whatever matter ofnational importance the president has on the table.  Today, it is </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1126347147211357676/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1126347147211357676" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1126347147211357676" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1126347147211357676" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/sky-inside-by-clare-b-dunkle.html" title="The Sky Inside by Clare B. Dunkle" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RuXf8UIMsZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rSpL8lUS8gE/s72-c/C_1416924221.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-5236002704899462390</id><published>2007-09-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:35:18.482-07:00</updated><title type="text">You Know Where to Find Me by Rachel Cohn</title><summary type="text">First cousins Laura and Miles grew up like sisters.  Miles thought ofLaura as the golden one—smart, beautiful, rich, and popular, whileMiles considered herself the unwanted one—an unattractive,underachieving outcast.  Laura's suicide shatters Miles, leaving herfeeling completely alone, and setting Miles on a dangerous downwardspiral.  But in the strength Miles finds in herself and in those </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/5236002704899462390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=5236002704899462390" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/5236002704899462390" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/5236002704899462390" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-where-to-find-me-by-rachel.html" title="You Know Where to Find Me by Rachel Cohn" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RuBykUIMsYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GAFMJluYN2k/s72-c/C_0689878591.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1927415890275644119</id><published>2007-09-04T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:42:48.738-07:00</updated><title type="text">Zen and the Art of Faking It by Jordan Sonnenblick</title><summary type="text">Zen and the Art of Faking It by Jordan SonnenblickWhen eighth-grader San Lee moves to a new town and a new school forthe umpteenth time, he doesn't try to make new friends or be a loneror play cool. Instead he sits back and devises a plan to be totallydifferent. When he accidentally answers too many questions in WorldHistory on Zen (only because he just had Ancient Religions two schoolsago) all </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1927415890275644119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1927415890275644119" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1927415890275644119" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1927415890275644119" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/zen-and-art-of-faking-it-by-jordan.html" title="Zen and the Art of Faking It by Jordan Sonnenblick" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-9025731478484934262</id><published>2007-09-04T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:42:08.843-07:00</updated><title type="text">Bounce by Natasha Friend</title><summary type="text">The perils of dealing with a new stepfamily are illuminated with thesame Blume-like heart and wit that Natasha Friend brought to PERFECTand LUSH.Amazon Link Contact info/reading group leader if you're the first person on the list for this ARC with your mailing address:Sonja Colesonja@bookwink.com</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/9025731478484934262/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=9025731478484934262" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/9025731478484934262" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/9025731478484934262" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/09/bounce-by-natasha-friend.html" title="Bounce by Natasha Friend" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1779394026466052600</id><published>2007-08-30T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:26:27.318-07:00</updated><title type="text">Saving Zoe by Alyson Noel</title><summary type="text">Book DescriptionIn Alyson Noël's newest teen novel, one sister's secrets save the other's life--in more ways than one. Meet fifteen-year-old Echo, a typical teen trying to survive high school without being totally traumatized by boy trouble, friend drama, and school issues.  As if she didn't have enough on her plate, Echo is also still dealing with the murder of her sister Zoë.  Although it's </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1779394026466052600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1779394026466052600" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1779394026466052600" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1779394026466052600" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/saving-zoe-by-alyson-noel.html" title="Saving Zoe by Alyson Noel" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RtduO0IMsXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/AMXmipkkezI/s72-c/51tWQlgN5fL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-6967827084284818298</id><published>2007-08-30T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:24:38.832-07:00</updated><title type="text">Brendan Buckley's Universe and Everything In It by Sundee T Frazier</title><summary type="text">Book DescriptionTEN-YEAR-OLD TAE KWON DO blue belt and budding rock hound Brendan Buckley keeps a "Confidential" notebook for his top-secretscientific discoveries. And he's found something totally top secret. The grandpa he's never met, who his mom refuses to talk about or see, is an expert mineral collector and lives nearby! Secretly, Brendan visits Ed DeBose, whose skin is pink, not brown like </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/6967827084284818298/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=6967827084284818298" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6967827084284818298" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6967827084284818298" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/brendan-buckleys-universe-and.html" title="Brendan Buckley's Universe and Everything In It by Sundee T Frazier" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RtdtzUIMsWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4Dz1lFWerb4/s72-c/51s7R3J0K3L__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1223497524660424752</id><published>2007-08-30T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:22:59.737-07:00</updated><title type="text">Slam by Nick Hornby</title><summary type="text">Book DescriptionJust when everything is coming together for Sam, his girlfriend Alicia drops a bombshell. Make that ex-girlfriend-- because by the time she tells him she's pregnant, they've already called it quits. Sam does not want to be a teenage dad. His mom had him at sixteen and has made it very clear how having a baby so young interrupted her life. There's only one person Sam can turn to--</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1223497524660424752/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1223497524660424752" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1223497524660424752" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1223497524660424752" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/slam-by-nick-hornby.html" title="Slam by Nick Hornby" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Rtdta0IMsVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/I0CSvwzJeVQ/s72-c/51L05JVu-aL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-1409471548964810704</id><published>2007-08-30T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:07:24.489-07:00</updated><title type="text">Fearless by Tim Lott</title><summary type="text">Book DescriptionA Whitbread Award-winning novelist tells a chilling dystopian tale about a heroic girl prepared to risk everything in the pursuit of justice.In the not-too-distant future, the world is safe from terrorists, the streets are clean, and girls labeled "juvies" or "mindcrips" have been hidden away behind the smartly painted exterior of the City Community Faith School. Their birth names</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/1409471548964810704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=1409471548964810704" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1409471548964810704" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/1409471548964810704" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/fearless-by-tim-lott.html" title="Fearless by Tim Lott" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RtdpwUIMsPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/breTAvF1WiY/s72-c/41b%252BFIMvciL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-5926893456206212062</id><published>2007-08-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:02:31.577-07:00</updated><title type="text">Fell by David Clement-Davies</title><summary type="text">The book fans have been waiting for! A sequel to the acclaimed animal fantasy novel The Sight.With the same bold storytelling that has made The Sight a cult favorite, David Clement-Davies tells the story of Fell, the black wolf whose betrayal of his family in The Sight almost led to the enslavement of all wolves by the evil Morgra. Wandering alone in the forests of Transylvania, lost in the pain </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/5926893456206212062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=5926893456206212062" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/5926893456206212062" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/5926893456206212062" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/fell-by-david-clement-davies.html" title="Fell by David Clement-Davies" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RtdooEIMsMI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mWplpTuRxrA/s72-c/51FiYb1-d7L__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-6495810293606170937</id><published>2007-08-30T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:57:30.884-07:00</updated><title type="text">Falling from Grace by Jane Godwin</title><summary type="text">It was all meant to be just a game, but now Grace is missing and may not even be alive. During an elaborate game of hide-and-seek on the beach, twelve-year-old sisters Annie and Grace are caught in the rising tide, and Grace seems to have been swept away. In the midst of this, fourteen-year-old Kip is also in the wrong place at the wrong time. Finding Grace's abandoned back-pack sets off a chain </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/6495810293606170937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=6495810293606170937" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6495810293606170937" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6495810293606170937" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/falling-from-grace-by-jane-godwin.html" title="Falling from Grace by Jane Godwin" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RtdndEIMsLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/m9pNz1DBob0/s72-c/falling_from_grace.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-927468436530895644</id><published>2007-08-30T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:15:49.263-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Kayla Chronicles by Sherri Winston</title><summary type="text">Kayla Dean, junior feminist and future journalist, is about the break the story of a lifetime. She is auditioning for the Lady Lions dance team to prove they discriminate against the not-so-well endowed. But when she makes the team, her best friend and fellow feminist, Rosalie, is not happy.Now a Lady Lion, Kayla is transformed from bushy-haired fashion victim to glammed-up dance diva. But does </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/927468436530895644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=927468436530895644" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/927468436530895644" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/927468436530895644" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/kayla-chronicles-by-sherri-winston.html" title="The Kayla Chronicles by Sherri Winston" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RtdPm0IMsJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kSpTGNZ-ToE/s72-c/51dubSTrmcL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-6374012055432945765</id><published>2007-08-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:14:16.354-07:00</updated><title type="text">Confessions of a Part-Time Sorceress by Shelly Mazzanoble</title><summary type="text">Most Dungeons &amp; Dragons game players are men, yet storytelling and roleplaying come so naturally to women. So where are all the female gamers? The answer is - everywhere!Confessions of a Part-time Sorceress is a smart, humorous examination of the Dungeons &amp; Dragons roleplaying game from a female gamer's point of view. The book delves into the myths and realities of gamer stereotypes. It explains </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/6374012055432945765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=6374012055432945765" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6374012055432945765" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6374012055432945765" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/confessions-of-part-time-sorceress-by.html" title="Confessions of a Part-Time Sorceress by Shelly Mazzanoble" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RtdPO0IMsII/AAAAAAAAAIc/yNRyoxtXE2Q/s72-c/51OJl0-zKaL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-6477033249755686506</id><published>2007-08-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:17:07.454-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart</title><summary type="text">Amazon Link Contact info/reading group leader if you're the first person on the list for this ARC with your mailing address:Kristin Ladeyalibrarianwi@yahoo.com</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/6477033249755686506/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=6477033249755686506" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6477033249755686506" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/6477033249755686506" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/08/disreputable-history-of-frankie-landau.html" title="The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Rsm5hkIMsFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/L6oCkuT-FK0/s72-c/disreputablebig.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-5522052267144471037</id><published>2007-07-10T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:27:32.892-07:00</updated><title type="text">Thirteen Reasons Why By Jay Asher</title><summary type="text">Clay Jenkins returns home from school to find a mysterious box with his name on it lying on his porch. Inside he discovers 13 cassette tapes recorded by Hannah Baker—his classmate and crush—who committed suicide two weeks earlier.On tape, Hannah explains that there are thirteen reasons why she decided to end her life. Clay is one of them. If he listens, he'll find out how he made the list.Through</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/5522052267144471037/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=5522052267144471037" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/5522052267144471037" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/5522052267144471037" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/07/thirteen-reasons-why-by-jay-asher.html" title="Thirteen Reasons Why By Jay Asher" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RpOXM6VWnyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YZniPKorNyw/s72-c/51x71qt3PeL__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-207701939523680582</id><published>2007-07-05T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T13:22:16.794-07:00</updated><title type="text">Beastly by Alex Flinn c2</title><summary type="text">You already know Beauty... now discover the Beast.I am a Beast.Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or dog, but a horrible new creature with fangs and claws and hair springing from every pore. You think I'm talking fairy tales? No way. The place is New York City. The time is now. And I'll stay this way forever - ruined - unless I can break the spell.Acclaimed author Alex Flinn breaks new ground in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/207701939523680582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=207701939523680582" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/207701939523680582" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/207701939523680582" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/07/beastly-by-alex-flinn-c2.html" title="Beastly by Alex Flinn c2" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Ro1ShKVWnxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4AIy0Q_kfs4/s72-c/414KdRGKC7L__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-3431632665794061004</id><published>2007-07-05T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T13:20:34.076-07:00</updated><title type="text">Beastly by Alex Flinn</title><summary type="text">You already know Beauty... now discover the Beast.I am a Beast.Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or dog, but a horrible new creature with fangs and claws and hair springing from every pore. You think I'm talking fairy tales? No way. The place is New York City. The time is now. And I'll stay this way forever - ruined - unless I can break the spell.Acclaimed author Alex Flinn breaks new ground in </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/3431632665794061004/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=3431632665794061004" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3431632665794061004" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3431632665794061004" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/07/beastly-by-alex-flinn.html" title="Beastly by Alex Flinn" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/Ro1ShKVWnxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4AIy0Q_kfs4/s72-c/414KdRGKC7L__AA240_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10878757.post-3109539937660093811</id><published>2007-07-02T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:37:17.911-07:00</updated><title type="text">Repossessed by A.M. Jenkins c2</title><summary type="text">Don't call me a demon. I prefer the term Fallen Angel.Everybody deserves a vacation, right? Especially if you have a pointless job like tormenting the damned. So who could blame me for blowing off my duties and taking a small, unauthorized break?Besides, I've always wanted to see what physical existence is like. That's why I "borrowed" the slightly used body of a slacker teen. Believe me, he </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/feeds/3109539937660093811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10878757&amp;postID=3109539937660093811" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3109539937660093811" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10878757/posts/default/3109539937660093811" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yaarc.blogspot.com/2007/07/repossessed-by-am-jenkins-c2.html" title="Repossessed by A.M. Jenkins c2" /><author><name>Reader</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10046667536391093805" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gFIn5q6FsDU/RoknOKVWnwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Vi-CMBqXnDM/s72-c/41RvOo0G3jL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry></feed>
