<?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-1152883960118247214</id><updated>2012-03-29T06:31:16.598-07:00</updated><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='Science Fiction'/><category term='2/5'/><category term='Waiting On Wednesday'/><category term='4/5'/><category term='3/4'/><category term='Cover Lover'/><category term='YA Contemporary'/><category term='5/5'/><category term='YA'/><category term='Hello'/><category term='Dystopia'/><title type='text'>Shabby Readings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-8513083113902149980</id><published>2012-03-07T03:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T03:24:43.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting On Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Waiting On Wednesday #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s1600/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s200/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Waiting on Wednesday is a meme hosted by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/" style="color: #f4007a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Breaking the Spine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I'm waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Seraphina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="by smallText" style="background-color: white; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="by smallText" style="background-color: white; color: #134f5c; font-family: georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="by smallText" style="background-color: white; color: #134f5c; font-family: georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 14px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #134f5c; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" style="background-color: white; color: #134f5c; font-family: georgia,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Rachel Hartman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12394100-seraphina" target="_blank"&gt;Add to Goodreads&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1325528367l/12394100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1325528367l/12394100.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Four decades of peace have done little to ease the mistrust between humans and dragons in the kingdom of Goredd. Folding themselves into human shape, dragons attend court as ambassadors, and lend their rational, mathematical minds to universities as scholars and teachers. As the treaty's anniversary draws near, however, tensions are high.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Seraphina Dombegh has reason to fear both sides. An unusually gifted musician, she joins the court just as a member of the royal family is murdered—in suspiciously draconian fashion. Seraphina is drawn into the investigation, partnering with the captain of the Queen's Guard, the dangerously perceptive Prince Lucian Kiggs. While they begin to uncover hints of a sinister plot to destroy the peace, Seraphina struggles to protect her own secret, the secret behind her musical gift, one so terrible that its discovery could mean her very life.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;In her exquisitely written fantasy debut, Rachel Hartman creates a rich, complex, and utterly original world. Seraphina's tortuous journey to self-acceptance is one readers will remember long after they've turned the final page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/8513083113902149980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/waiting-on-wednesday-5.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8513083113902149980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8513083113902149980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/waiting-on-wednesday-5.html' title='Waiting On Wednesday #5'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s72-c/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-2234333246360658653</id><published>2012-03-06T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T05:59:04.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3/4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Incarnate by Jodi Meadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1307385651l/8573642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1307385651l/8573642.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(246, 204, 218); border: 1px solid #00CED1; padding: 5px 8px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date read : March, 4, 2012&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebookcellarx.com/2012-yamg-fantasy-challenge" style="color: #d47f99; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2012 YA/MG Fantasy Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/61287.Debut_Author_Challenge?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=group_widget" style="color: #d47f99; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debut Author Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rating : &amp;nbsp;3/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8573642-incarnate" target="_blank"&gt;Add to Goodreads &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;New soul Ana is new. For thousands of years in Range, a million souls have been reincarnated over and over, keeping their memories and experiences from previous lifetimes. When Ana was born, another soul vanished, and no one knows why. No soul Even Ana's own mother thinks she's a nosoul, an omen of worse things to come, and has kept her away from society. To escape her seclusion and learn whether she'll be reincarnated, Ana travels to the city of Heart, but its citizens are afraid of what her presence means. When dragons and sylph attack the city, is Ana to blame? Heart Sam believes Ana's new soul is good and worthwhile. When he stands up for her, their relationship blooms. But can he love someone who may live only once, and will Ana's enemies--human and creature alike--let them be together? Ana needs to uncover the mistake that gave her someone else's life, but will her quest threaten the peace of Heart and destroy the promise of reincarnation for all? Jodi Meadows expertly weaves soul-deep romance, fantasy, and danger into an extraordinary tale of new life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;My Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever looked at a book, and thought, I'm gonna fall in love with this one!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's what I thought would happen with Incarnate, I just loved the cover &lt;i&gt;(how vain of me, but meh! you know you did it too!)&lt;/i&gt;, but sadly, I did not fall head over heels for Incarnate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now hold on, I'm not saying that I did not like it, I liked it a big deal. I loved Ana, she was strong and weak, silly and serious, cautious and impulsive, oblivious and wise, all at the same time. She isn't lying helpless somewhere waiting to be saved, she is  trying to find out where she came from, and why. She felts guilty for something she had no control over. And when every time she finds out some new fact about Sam, she doesn't just get that glossy look in her eyes, and  assure him everything is A OK! No, she tries to figure out how can she hand that new truth about him, she use her brain, not her hormones! How many YA heroines can you say has done this? Not that many, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The premises of Incarnate, while not exactly unique, it still has it's appeal. I really liked Jodi Meadows take on Incarnation, I haven't read lots of books on that concept, but some of the ones I did, handled it horribly. Jodi's writing had me griped so much that I stayed late to try and finish the book, I did not win against sleep. But I did manage to finish it on my way to work, I had to know, I just had gotten to the fun part where....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;    &lt;i&gt;Aaaaah I'm not gonna tell, go read for yourself!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;So if so far, I had nothing but good things to say about the book, why didn't I fall in love with it?? Mostly because of Sam  No it's not like that. He's a cool guy I swear. And it's not his fault at all. I guess it was mine. It's just, every time I read about Sam, every time he talked, moved or drunk coffee, I kept imagining this OLD guy. I blame Jodi for this, she did an good job making sound like the all the years he lived, that I couldn't just imagine him young. And every time he was with Ana, I just imagined an old guy with a redhead. Something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfunarea.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/young-girl-old-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="description" border="0" height="200" src="http://www.myfunarea.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/young-girl-old-man.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know I know! It's not fair! But I couldn't see Sam as a 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's the only reason keeping me from give this book anything but 3 stars!  But if you can get past this, I'm sure you will love this book like I never could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Butterflies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(3/5)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOm_ybZiu30/T1YXxLSVwvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FnyqwZtA5Ks/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="55" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOm_ybZiu30/T1YXxLSVwvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FnyqwZtA5Ks/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/2234333246360658653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/incarnate-by-jodi-meadows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/2234333246360658653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/2234333246360658653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/incarnate-by-jodi-meadows.html' title='Incarnate by Jodi Meadows'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOm_ybZiu30/T1YXxLSVwvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/FnyqwZtA5Ks/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-1502077693585026858</id><published>2012-03-05T02:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T05:44:46.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3/4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dystopia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Starters  by Lissa Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1326835435l/11861062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1326835435l/11861062.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(246, 204, 218); border: 1px solid #00CED1; padding: 5px 8px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date read : March, 2 , 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/61287.Debut_Author_Challenge?utm_medium=api&amp;amp;utm_source=group_widget" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debut Author Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rating :&amp;nbsp; 3/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11861062-starters" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Add to Goodreads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Callie lost her parents when the Spore Wars wiped out everyone between  the ages of twenty and sixty. She and her little brother, Tyler, go on  the run, living as squatters with their friend Michael and fighting off  renegades who would kill them for a cookie. Callie's only hope is Prime  Destinations, a disturbing place in Beverly Hills run by a mysterious  figure known as the Old Man.   He hires teens to rent their bodies to Enders—seniors who want to be  young again. Callie, desperate for the money that will keep her, Tyler,  and Michael alive, agrees to be a donor. But the neurochip they place in  Callie's head malfunctions and she wakes up in the life of her renter,  living in her mansion, driving her cars, and going out with a senator's  grandson. It feels almost like a fairy tale, until Callie discovers that  her renter intends to do more than party—and that Prime Destinations'  plans are more evil than Callie could ever have imagined. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Review &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Review  &lt;i&gt;An advance review copy was provided by the publishers via NetGalley&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna try to review this book without giving away any spoilers.  It took me a while to read this book, and it wasn't because I didn't enjoy it, but since I was provided with an eARC, and it took me a while to figure out how to download it to my eReader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Starters had a slow start, I know it's the first in a series, but still, I found myself bored at times, and the last 100 pages were packed with action, I can't say I expected the turn of events at the end but it felt rushed, it throw off the balance, and left me with an uneasy feeling I couldn't place. And this is the only reason that's keeping me from giving the book 4 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, Starts is fun read, you will try to predict what happens next, but most of the times, you will get it wrong. I'll be reading the next book for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/1502077693585026858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/starters-by-lissa-price.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/1502077693585026858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/1502077693585026858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/starters-by-lissa-price.html' title='Starters  by Lissa Price'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-692781041024439638</id><published>2012-03-05T02:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T02:35:40.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2/5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA Contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>The Fine Art of Truth or Dare  by Melissa Jensen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1322499316l/12885094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1322499316l/12885094.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ella is nearly invisible at the Willing School, and that’s just fine by her. She’s got her friends—the fabulous Frankie and their sweet cohort Sadie. She’s got her art—and her idol, the unappreciated 19th-century painter Edward Willing. Still, it’s hard being a nobody and having a crush on the biggest somebody in the school: Alex Bainbridge. Especially when he is your French tutor, and lessons have started becoming, well, certainly more interesting than French ever has been before. But can the invisible girl actually end up with a happily ever after with the golden boy, when no one even knows they’re dating? And is Ella going to dare to be that girl?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(246, 204, 218); border: 1px solid #00CED1; padding: 5px 8px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date read : March, 1 , 2012&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.basicallyamazingashley.com/2011/11/just-contemporary-reading-challenge.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just Contemporary Reading Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rating : 2/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12885094-the-fine-art-of-truth-or-dare" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Add to Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Thoughts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been waiting to read this book, well, since I saw it floating around blogs and GR, it sounded like it might be a good one, they did mention &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6936382.Anna_and_the_French_Kiss" target="_blank"&gt;Anna and the French Kiss&lt;/a&gt; meets something else I haven't read, and blessed him/her who wrote the synopsis, he/she has no clue whatsoever how to compare books, because AatFK rocked, and TFAoToD SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Truth &lt;/b&gt;: I felt cheated, I was expecting a lot of fun truths and dares..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hey! Don't judge me! I loved playing truth or dare!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I think this books sucked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;1. Ella.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think the number one reason I hated this book was because of her, I think if you take Ella of the book, you'd have a winner. She's someone who -in a million trillion years- I wouldn't be caught dead with, she's boring, boring... and yes BORING! And she talks to dead people. No no, not ghosts, not spirits, not even zombies, she talks to this dead artist, like, TALKS to him, in my standards, if you're not in paranormal /fantasy novel, it's never a good sign if you talk to dead people.  &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. The flat eventless encounters with Ella and Alex. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That says it all. There was nothing that drew me to like the "romance". The shared a lemon soda and watched Jurassic Park in french **** is that the part which is  suppose to be similar to AntFK??*** Bo ho! I had more romance with a guy I went out once who talked about his mother 90% of the time, seriously! YA authors, learn to romance PLEASE!  &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. The writing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found myself skipping pages at the second half of the book, not that the first half was better, but I was hopeful it would get better, at some point, I was hoping someone would kill someone so I won't have to, that surely had to spice things up!  &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Ella.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes I know I mentioned her, but I hated her so much that I had to list her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;5. Alex&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hated the major characters of the book, isn't that sad! The main reason I hated Alex was, that after a few weeks of "hiding" Ella from the school and his friends, she shows him her scar, ** and this is the only time I felt anything but hate for Ella** his response was and I quote  &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I don’t even know what okay would mean,” he said. “‘Okay.’ We’ve never been okay. We’ve been kinda scrambling for it. I mean . . . crap . . . Thank you. For showing me. I know it cost you something. But Jesus, Ella, I really don’t want to feel like I have to constantly be reassuring you of things you should know for yourself. It’s exhausting and takes all the . . . I don’t know . . . satisfaction . . . out of saying what I feel.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh yeah, he's prince charming alright. Yes I get that they're only 17 and shit, but this is a girl who hid her scar from the world, it took herself confidence, made her shy, and she found it in herself to finally show that scar to some, he goes like "uh! um, I can't keep reassuring you it doesn't bother me, I've been doing it for three weeks for god sake!" Yeah, Alex, you're "the man"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There were some things that saved this book from getting a 1 star, or going to my less-than-one-star shelf, Frankie is one of them, I wanted to read more about him. Ella's family is another, I guess each deserved a star for being in the book, I felt sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stars in my book, means I get to use this book for future sarcastic remark, and that's what I'm gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Two Leafs&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(2/5)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIfUxzdSzqo/T1STc7o6KUI/AAAAAAAAAus/0smF5F2dwwU/s1600/zette-summer+twilight-el+%2830%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIfUxzdSzqo/T1STc7o6KUI/AAAAAAAAAus/0smF5F2dwwU/s200/zette-summer+twilight-el+%2830%29.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUxnSCxnJHM/T1SS68AmOXI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7ZtgA8HwSKE/s1600/zette-summer+twilight-el+%2830%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/692781041024439638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/fine-art-of-truth-or-dare-by-melissa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/692781041024439638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/692781041024439638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/03/fine-art-of-truth-or-dare-by-melissa.html' title='The Fine Art of Truth or Dare  by Melissa Jensen'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIfUxzdSzqo/T1STc7o6KUI/AAAAAAAAAus/0smF5F2dwwU/s72-c/zette-summer+twilight-el+%2830%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-7842904225046991036</id><published>2012-01-31T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T03:21:07.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting On Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Waiting On Wednesday #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s1600/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s200/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Waiting on Wednesday is a meme hosted by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/" style="color: #f4007a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Breaking the Spine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I'm waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jGkyw_v9VA/TyjvO4LlqqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/iI28Tax_0bw/s1600/Insurgent.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4jGkyw_v9VA/TyjvO4LlqqI/AAAAAAAAAuA/iI28Tax_0bw/s320/Insurgent.png" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 1.1;"&gt;Insurgent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 1.1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="by smallText" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Veronica Roth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's more like dying to read than waiting ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="bookTitle" id="bookTitle" itemprop="name" style="background-color: white; color: #382110; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 455px;"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="readable stacked" id="description" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;One choice can transform you—or it can destroy you. But every choice has consequences, and as unrest surges in the factions all around her, Tris Prior must continue trying to save those she loves—and herself—while grappling with haunting questions of grief and forgiveness, identity and loyalty, politics and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="freeText6964569510203259078"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="freeText6964569510203259078"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="freeText6964569510203259078"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="freeText6964569510203259078"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Tris's initiation day should have been marked by celebration and victory with her chosen faction; instead, the day ended with unspeakable horrors. War now looms as conflict between the factions and their ideologies grows. And in times of war, sides must be chosen, secrets will emerge, and choices will become even more irrevocable—and even more powerful. Transformed by her own decisions but also by haunting grief and guilt, radical new discoveries, and shifting relationships, Tris must fully embrace her Divergence, even if she does not know what she may lose by doing so&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11735983-insurgent" target="_blank"&gt;. Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="freeText6964569510203259078"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;But again, who isn't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/7842904225046991036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday-4.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/7842904225046991036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/7842904225046991036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday-4.html' title='Waiting On Wednesday #4'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s72-c/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-5028811104915670828</id><published>2012-01-31T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T02:49:33.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA Contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4/5'/><title type='text'>Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Date read :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jan, 30, 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Challenge :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.basicallyamazingashley.com/2011/11/just-contemporary-reading-challenge.html" style="color: #1183f4; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Just Contemporary Reading Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1Ew82Un9bw/TyeeeP1uG0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/DIhkjslHPKI/s1600/Graffitimoon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1Ew82Un9bw/TyeeeP1uG0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/DIhkjslHPKI/s320/Graffitimoon.png" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senior year is over, and Lucy has the perfect way to celebrate: tonight, she's going to find Shadow, the mysterious graffiti artist whose work appears all over the city. He's out there somewhere—spraying color, spraying birds and blue sky on the night—and Lucy knows a guy who paints like Shadow is someone she could fall for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;fall for. Instead, Lucy's stuck at a party with Ed, the guy she's managed to avoid since the most awkward date of her life. But when Ed tells her he knows where to find Shadow, they're suddenly on an all-night search around the city. And what Lucy can't see is the one thing that's right before her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12418474-graffiti-moon" target="_blank"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1711.Thomas_Merton" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Thomas Merton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/169157" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;"&gt;No Man Is an Island&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I thought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in luck this year, so far, I read these beautiful written books, with hidden meanings, and wonderful words, that grip your heart and won't let go, this one, has claimed a place in my heart, and won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this book in my Goodreads  Recommendations&amp;nbsp;for a while, and I wasn't sure I wanted to read it, it didn't hold my attention, but then I found it on my eReader while heading home, and decided to give it a try, I was captivated from the first few pages,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the fire, Lucy Dervish?’&lt;br /&gt;In me. Under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paints guys with grass growing from their hearts and girls with buzzing lawn mowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can you not be in trance after reading something like that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say that I had a lot of experience with graffiti, we don't have much around where I live, but I always get these forward emails from a friend who is&amp;nbsp;obsessed&amp;nbsp;with them, I always thought they were cool, but now, I'm about to be obsessed myself, art in any kind or form is&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;I admire and respect, I don't have to like it or understand it to respect it. Thank you Cath Crowly, for giving me a new art to&amp;nbsp;appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graffiti Moon is about a girl and a boy, who have a wild night with there friends, find themselves, lose themselves, and come out with a bit more understanding of the world. It's about finding hope, when all things seem to be lost, it's about accepting who you love 100% even if they are 85% "weird". It's about friendship and how far would a person go for that best friend who stood by when all was falling apart. There is nothing new with the concept of Graffiti Moon, but at the same time, you have this feeling, that you never read anything like this, and Yes, I assure you, you haven't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cath Crowly is one smooth author! She used this book like a wall and did her own graffiti with magic world filled with pinks, blues, and a&amp;nbsp;hundred&amp;nbsp;shades of red. I loved how she painted Lucy and Ed, they were magical creatures from a real world ( and I don't mean this in a paranormal way ), I love their friends as well., relationships in this are unique and warm, conversations flow in a manner that you wish you were there with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved this book, everything about it, it was a good read I wished I hadn't put off for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;My&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;quote&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess love's kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high. After it explodes it's still a marshmallow. but, you know, now it's a complicated marshmallow.” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four Flower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DH2inwAuPz4/Tyeef4f2jjI/AAAAAAAAAt4/1K6gaeNlq_c/s1600/4OldFrame.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="84" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DH2inwAuPz4/Tyeef4f2jjI/AAAAAAAAAt4/1K6gaeNlq_c/s200/4OldFrame.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/5028811104915670828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/graffiti-moon-by-cath-crowley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/5028811104915670828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/5028811104915670828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/graffiti-moon-by-cath-crowley.html' title='Graffiti Moon by Cath Crowley'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E1Ew82Un9bw/TyeeeP1uG0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/DIhkjslHPKI/s72-c/Graffitimoon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-6282604411675001146</id><published>2012-01-27T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:34:25.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Jordan by Miranda Kenneally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Date read :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jan, 24, 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Challenge :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.basicallyamazingashley.com/2011/11/just-contemporary-reading-challenge.html" style="color: #1183f4; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Just Contemporary Reading Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQT4KGlPLmE/Tx-sFnPw9VI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sCYTARco1vY/s1600/CatchingJordan.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kQT4KGlPLmE/Tx-sFnPw9VI/AAAAAAAAAtI/sCYTARco1vY/s320/CatchingJordan.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;What girl doesn't want to be surrounded by gorgeous jocks day in and day out? Jordan Woods isn't just surrounded by hot guys, though - she leads them as the captain and quarterback on her high school football team. They all see her as one of the guys, and that's just fine. As long as she gets her athletic scholarship to a powerhouse university. But now there's a new guy in town who threatens her starring position on the team... and has her suddenly wishing to be seen as more than just a teammate. (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9888775-catching-jordan" target="_blank"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;What I thought&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started reading this book, I was hoping it will not be a disappointment from all the good reviews I read about it, I liked Jordan right away, she had these great friends, she had a good relationship with her family, even though she didn't have her father's full support, it was still a nice family, I really liked that, most YA novels rule out the&amp;nbsp;parents, to create more drama, but here you find a great brother, a supporting mother, a father who will not stop Jordan from doing what she loves, even though he does not like it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;Jordan is funny, she is creative in her own way, when she starts writing in her&amp;nbsp;journal, she tries to find her own voice, and it's really fun to read her poems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;As I progressed in the story, I was starting to get more scared, from what? Well Jordan met Ty, I thought she will have this big make over, and be all girly-girly, thank god that did not happen, and I was scared that she will be as closed mind as most people are, but she really thinks about things, and admits when she is wrong, I hardly see that in YA novels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;I liked all the characters in this books, Jordan's teammates were great, they defend her and protect her, and most&amp;nbsp;importantly, they respect her as a leader, even when she started having feelings for guys. My&amp;nbsp;favorite was Henry though, he is as complicated as Jordan is, he too, made some mistakes, but he owned up to them, he grew as Jordan did, he's funny as hell, and who doesn't love green eyes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both;"&gt;This book is a light fun read, I couldn't put it down. Some might say there are some weird things happening in this book, like Henry's sleepovers, but for me, I like weird things ;) To these people I always say: If things are not happening the way you are used to, doesn't&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;mean they are wrong, you people *shockingly* are not the center of the world! Yes, what a surprise! I for one, really enjoyed this book, and I'll be reading the next one for sure. I'm starting to like sports related books, maybe if I read some more I will start watching real sports.... Naaah &amp;nbsp;never gonna happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4/5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXFV2jL-YqU/Tx-m2Gd354I/AAAAAAAAAs4/PcoIQeGN-qc/s1600/slide.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Vee Bell is certain of one irrefutable truth—her sister’s friend Sophie didn’t kill herself. She was murdered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Vee knows this because she was there. Everyone believes Vee is narcoleptic, but she doesn’t actually fall asleep during these episodes: When she passes out, she slides into somebody else’s mind and experiences the world through that person’s eyes. She’s slid into her sister as she cheated on a math test, into a teacher sneaking a drink before class. She learned the worst about a supposed “friend” when she slid into her during a school dance. But nothing could have prepared Vee for what happens one October night when she slides into the mind of someone holding a bloody knife, standing over Sophie’s slashed body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Vee desperately wishes she could share her secret, but who would believe her? It sounds so crazy that she can’t bring herself to tell her best friend, Rollins, let alone the police. Even if she could confide in Rollins, he has been acting off lately, more distant, especially now that she’s been spending more time with Zane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Enmeshed in a terrifying web of secrets, lies, and danger and with no one to turn to, Vee must find a way to unmask the killer before he or she strikes again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9542582-slide" target="_blank"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/1834457465738913486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday-3.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/1834457465738913486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/1834457465738913486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday-3.html' title='Waiting on Wednesday #3'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s72-c/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-395407948208218583</id><published>2012-01-23T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T02:11:09.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA Contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4/5'/><title type='text'>The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Date read :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jan, 19 , 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Challenge :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.basicallyamazingashley.com/2011/11/just-contemporary-reading-challenge.html" target="_blank"&gt;Just Contemporary Reading Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDwGmoaKPCc/TxhRL4GpcsI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vjZDT6E1Taw/s1600/frame.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDwGmoaKPCc/TxhRL4GpcsI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vjZDT6E1Taw/s320/frame.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today should be one of the worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan's life. She's stuck at JFK, late to her father's second wedding, which is taking place in London and involves a soon to be step-mother that Hadley's never even met. Then she meets the perfect boy in the airport's cramped waiting area. His name is Oliver, he's British, and he's in seat 18B. Hadley's in 18A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twists of fate and quirks of timing play out in this thoughtful novel about family connections, second chances and first loves. Set over a 24-hour-period, Hadley and Oliver's story will make you believe that true love finds you when you're least expecting it. &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11966234-the-statistical-probability-of-love-at-first-sight" target="_blank"&gt;(Goodreads)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;What I thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If you want to read&lt;i&gt; The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;you should not expect some over the roof story that will will leave you guessing what will happen next, and afterward you would be thinking, "DAMN there is noway that would happen!" No this isn't of kind story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This story, is cute, hopeful, and heartwarming, after you read this story, you will be thinking, "I'm glad that this stuff happens", the story itself is nothing out of the ordinary, but I found myself loving it anyways. It's not just the event of the story that makes you love it, it's the&amp;nbsp;characters, and I loved both characters, Hadley had to deal with her father's wedding, and Oliver was flying home, for a reason he didn't tell Hadley, They connect, they talk, they start to like each other, I won't spoil what happens but I promise you will like the end :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I loved the writing style, I always believe, that it's not the story you tell, it's how you tell it. And&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jennifer E. Smith &amp;nbsp;has got herself a fan :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes that I loved from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the end, it’s not the changes that will break your heart; it’s that tug of familiarity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like how you’re neither here nor there. And how there’s nowhere else you’re meant to be while waiting. You’re just sort of… suspended.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s always a gap between the burn and the sting of it, the pain and the realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, honey,” Mom jokes. “You’re more like a whole suitcase. And you’re not lost.”&lt;br /&gt;Hadley’s voice is very small. “What if I am?”&lt;br /&gt;“Then it’s just a matter of time before you get found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was his fault, all of it, and yet her hatred for him was the worst kind of love, a tortured longing, a misguided wish that made her heart hammer in her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it’s one thing to run away when someone’s chasing you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s entirely another to be running all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s still her dad. The rest is just geography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 27px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="calibre11" style="font-size: 0.88889em; line-height: 1.2; text-indent: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 27px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; line-height: 24px; text-indent: 26px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 27px; line-height: 27px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="calibre11" style="font-size: 0.88889em; line-height: 1.2; text-indent: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Four Doodled Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SE_bUv1bQQ/TxhRKkOc9aI/AAAAAAAAAso/lJSDkavfdeg/s1600/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="75" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SE_bUv1bQQ/TxhRKkOc9aI/AAAAAAAAAso/lJSDkavfdeg/s200/4.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/395407948208218583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/statistical-probability-of-love-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/395407948208218583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/395407948208218583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/statistical-probability-of-love-at.html' title='The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vDwGmoaKPCc/TxhRL4GpcsI/AAAAAAAAAsw/vjZDT6E1Taw/s72-c/frame.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-8369733897355782672</id><published>2012-01-18T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T03:26:35.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting On Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Waiting On Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s1600/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s200/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Waiting on Wednesday is a meme hosted by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/" style="color: #f4007a; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Breaking the Spine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm waiting for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;Spell Bound&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;by Rachel Hawkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved the first two books, if you haven't read them yet! Grab them so you can join the fun when this one comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRF45D_FLF0/TxZ7yd5PfkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/0eUTVwHslV4/s640/Spell+Bound.png" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Hailed as “impossible to put down,” the Hex Hall series has both critics and teens cheering. With a winning combination of romance, action, magic and humor, this third volume will leave readers enchanted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Just as Sophie Mercer has come to accept her extraordinary magical powers as a demon, the Prodigium Council strips them away. Now Sophie is defenseless, alone, and at the mercy of her sworn enemies—the Brannicks, a family of warrior women who hunt down the Prodigium. Or at least that’s what Sophie thinks, until she makes a surprising discovery. The Brannicks know an epic war is coming, and they believe Sophie is the only one powerful enough to stop the world from ending. But without her magic, Sophie isn’t as confident.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Sophie’s bound for one hell of a ride—can she get her powers back before it’s too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11454587-spell-bound" target="_blank"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/8369733897355782672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday_18.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8369733897355782672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8369733897355782672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday_18.html' title='Waiting On Wednesday'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s72-c/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-5526661048405364732</id><published>2012-01-16T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T02:19:42.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3/4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dystopia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Cinder By  Marissa Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date read :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jan, 16, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Challenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thebookcellarx.com/2012-yamg-fantasy-challenge" target="_blank"&gt;2012 YA/MG Fantasy Challenge&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thestorysiren.com/2011/11/2012-dac-info.html" target="_blank"&gt;2012 Debut Authors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujgNORol7JA/TxUejrdowZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/O2T1Up1LGz4/s1600/Cinder.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujgNORol7JA/TxUejrdowZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/O2T1Up1LGz4/s320/Cinder.png" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Humans and androids crowd the raucous streets of New Beijing. A deadly plague ravages the population. From space, a ruthless lunar people watch, waiting to make their move. No one knows that Earth’s fate hinges on one girl. . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Cinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She’s a second-class citizen with a mysterious past, reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister’s illness. But when her life becomes intertwined with the handsome Prince Kai’s, she suddenly finds herself at the center of an intergalactic struggle, and a forbidden attraction. Caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, she must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect her world’s future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11235712-cinder" target="_blank"&gt;(Goodreads)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Shabby Review&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, a cyborg&amp;nbsp;Cinderella, who would've thought of that! Well, Marissa Meyer did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked Cider a lot, she was on the edge of being funny in a sarcastic way, although we don't see much of her humor. She wants to be more than&amp;nbsp;society&amp;nbsp;allows her to be, a Human. the price the cyborgs pay for staying alive is that they become 2nd class&amp;nbsp;citizens, people look down on them, and they are treated like slaves, they cannot have their freedom, Cinder is one of them, she does not have any recollection about how she became that way, or why, she does not remember her live before she became a cyborg. All she knows is that her&amp;nbsp;adopted&amp;nbsp;father found her in Europe and took her into his care, and soon after died of a plague that is haunting Earth. Leaving her to a Stepmother that hates her, and two stepsisters, one she loves, and one she doesn't. Cinder earns money for the family by being the best mechanic the city knows, but she cannot use that money to buy her self new parts for herself unless she steals some away. She meets prince Kai when he needs an android to be fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to give any Spoilers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinder is a&amp;nbsp;complicated&amp;nbsp;personality, she keeps to herself, she sometimes agrees with society's look on cyborgs, but most of the time, she fights, she wants to survive, she does what she needs to do to be able to free from her stepmother, she sometime wishes she could cry, and sometimes is glad she can't. Cinder is confused, she knows she has human feelings, but tries to deny them. She struggle with what she is until the end of the book, so I didn't see much growth to her&amp;nbsp;character, maybe in the next book, she'll begin to understand more about herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai, oh Kai!! He flirts, he grins, he jokes, he is the crown price of new&amp;nbsp;Beijing, and he likes Cinder, he doesn't quite hide that fact, but he does not know about Cinder's "special parts". I liked Kai a lot! He is not your normal&amp;nbsp;mysterious&amp;nbsp;badboy hero in YA books, he knows his responsibility toward his people, and willing to do what's needed to be done whatever it is. I really liked Kai, he was a price charming indeed ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book as a whole was fun, but I found myself guessing what would happen next, and most of the time I guessed right, but there were some twists that I didn't expect. I didn't really get into the story at first, the world building was a tad boring at first, and at the same time, I found it never&amp;nbsp;explained some major things, like &lt;i&gt;( how did people get to live on the moon?) &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;( how is it that Cinder has wires connected to her brain and yet, she has&amp;nbsp;emotions like humans?)&lt;/i&gt;. Meyer kept the basic elements of Cinderella's story, while creating a new whole story, but this book is missing some information I wanted to fully understand Meyer's world, I hope there will be more&amp;nbsp;answers&amp;nbsp;in the next book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't say I like her writing style. I found it a bit ordinary, nothing&amp;nbsp;special. but it was focused and smooth, and not once I found myself wondering :&lt;i&gt;( what the hell is she trying to say? ).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all, I liked this book, I'll be reading the next one as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three Colorful Flowers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DD7eElsxVKU/TxUoASQrsdI/AAAAAAAAArY/P8lZbvWsSNs/s1600/3_layers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="52" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DD7eElsxVKU/TxUoASQrsdI/AAAAAAAAArY/P8lZbvWsSNs/s320/3_layers.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/5526661048405364732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/cinder-by-marissa-meyer.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/5526661048405364732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/5526661048405364732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/cinder-by-marissa-meyer.html' title='Cinder By  Marissa Meyer'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujgNORol7JA/TxUejrdowZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/O2T1Up1LGz4/s72-c/Cinder.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-6575101345969739740</id><published>2012-01-16T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T02:26:36.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cover Lover'/><title type='text'>Cover Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love books! And vain it may be, but I love pretty covers as well, I wouldn't judge a book by it cover, but I can at least&amp;nbsp;appreciate it&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved this edition's cover for Ana Karenina! Must have it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5685.Anna_Karenina" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvRNWha3z6o/TxP2CG0m_9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/f3wYKUflpBE/s320/ana.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;I loved this cover when I saw it, though the book didn't sound that hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7909961-tris-izzie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b50vcTZ6SJE/TxP5eGajcQI/AAAAAAAAAq4/fVGHz9DCHVk/s320/tris.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the image for a Goodread link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/6575101345969739740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/cover-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/6575101345969739740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/6575101345969739740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/cover-lover.html' title='Cover Lover'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvRNWha3z6o/TxP2CG0m_9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/f3wYKUflpBE/s72-c/ana.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-8210544653311219916</id><published>2012-01-11T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T03:26:16.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting On Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Waiting on Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna jump in and do memes! They look like fun!!! :D First one I try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s1600/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s200/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Waiting on Wednesday is a meme hosted by &lt;a href="http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Breaking the Spine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Endlessly by Kiersten White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(goodreads)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9064899-endlessly" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NfzbUvO0_fc/TxQB9MFYTZI/AAAAAAAAArI/tkvKbCLOQek/s1600/endlessly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The final chapter of Evie's adventures. Old friends, new ones, all wrapped up in impossible decisions. And some ball gowns. Because what's a life of normal and paranormal drama without a ball gown or two? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isn't the cover just lovely!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/8210544653311219916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8210544653311219916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8210544653311219916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-on-wednesday.html' title='Waiting on Wednesday'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZCiRTl7u7s/TxQB4hq6AZI/AAAAAAAAArA/5XberZBk7ZI/s72-c/SATZ_DejaVu_clock.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-2991979701708044874</id><published>2012-01-10T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:23:45.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DYSTOPIAN DOMINATION PART 2 And Cold Fury by T.M Goeglein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So... Are you a fan of dystopia genre like I am? Well great, &lt;a href="http://amaterasureads.blogspot.com/2012/01/introducing-dystopian-domination-part-2.html"&gt;amaterasureads&lt;/a&gt; have a great event planed for the year. Go check it out there! Great giveaways and interviews!! GO GO Already!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xuoDUe4KyE/TwrqYskTACI/AAAAAAAAB_E/dHK1sftsNEU/s1600/EVENT2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xuoDUe4KyE/TwrqYskTACI/AAAAAAAAB_E/dHK1sftsNEU/s1600/EVENT2012.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And check &lt;b&gt;C&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;old Fury by T.M Goeglein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sara Jane Rispoli is just a normal sixteen-year-old girl coping with school and a developing crush— until her parents and younger brother are kidnapped, and she discovers her family has been a key figure of Chicago’s Outfit (aka the mob) for decades. Her father, grandfather and great grandfather all used their special ability, cold fury, to settle disputes between the two mob factions—the muscle and the money. And unless Sara wants the mob to think her now missing family has turned state’s evidence, she will have to fill her father’s shoes as the mob’s peacemaker, using her own cold fury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sounds cool right!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Check out Sara Jane&lt;a href="http://www.tmgoeglein.com/index.php/journal" target="_blank"&gt; here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/2991979701708044874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/dystopian-domination-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/2991979701708044874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/2991979701708044874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/dystopian-domination-part-2.html' title='DYSTOPIAN DOMINATION PART 2 And Cold Fury by T.M Goeglein'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xuoDUe4KyE/TwrqYskTACI/AAAAAAAAB_E/dHK1sftsNEU/s72-c/EVENT2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-689767741017923034</id><published>2012-01-10T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T02:09:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rafflecopter Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script id="raflin-bdfinv0g" type="text/javascript"&gt;/*{literal}&lt;![CDATA[*/     window.RAFLIN = window.RAFLIN || {};     window.RAFLIN['bdfinv0g'] = {id: 'Z3JlZzoxMDA='};     var url='//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/static/js/raflcptr/build/raflcptr.min.js', head=(document.getElementsByTagName('head')[0] || document.getElementsByTagName('body')[0]);     (function(d,n,h){if(!!d.getElementById(n))return;var j=d.createElement('script');j.id=n;j.type='text/javascript';j.async=true;j.src=url;h.appendChild(j);}(document,'rsoijs',head)); /*]]&gt;{/literal}*/&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a class="rafl-powered" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com" target="_blank" style="font:10px sans-serif;color:#999;width:100%;text-align:center;display:block;" id="rpow-bdfinv0g"&gt;a &lt;i&gt;Rafflecopter&lt;/i&gt; giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://rafl.es/enable-js"&gt;You need javascript enabled to see this giveaway&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/noscript&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/689767741017923034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/rafflecopter-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/689767741017923034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/689767741017923034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/rafflecopter-giveaway.html' title='rafflecopter Giveaway!'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-8998919871203618156</id><published>2012-01-06T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:38:39.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2/5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA Contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Not That Kind Of Girl by Siobhan Vivian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdHm8UREzio/Twb22Mon4GI/AAAAAAAAApc/l9hYwZl8nBI/s1600/not+that+kinda+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdHm8UREzio/Twb22Mon4GI/AAAAAAAAApc/l9hYwZl8nBI/s320/not+that+kinda+girl.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Published September 1st 2010 by Push&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Natalie Sterling wants to be in control. She wants her friends to be loyal. She wants her classmates to elect her student council president. She wants to find the right guy, not the usual jerk her school has to offer. She wants a good reputation, because she believes that will lead to good things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-top: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;But life is messy, and it's very hard to be in control of it. Not when there are freshman girls running around in a pack, trying to get senior guys to sleep with them. Not when your friends have secrets they're no longer comfortable sharing. Not when the boy you once dismissed ends up being the boy you want to sleep with yourself - but only in secret, with nobody ever finding out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Slut or saint? Winner or loser? Natalie is getting tired of these forced choices - and is now going to find a way to live life in the sometimes messy, sometimes wonderful in-between. &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7958702-not-that-kind-of-girl" target="_blank"&gt;(Goodreads)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Shabby Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I read about this book in some book blogs, plus it was recommended via Goodreads, I started reading YA&amp;nbsp;Contemporary, YA chick Lit, YA&amp;nbsp;Realistic Fiction, &lt;i&gt;(whatever you wish to call it), &lt;/i&gt;a few months ago, I think the first novel I read was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6936382-anna-and-the-french-kiss" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px;" title="Anna and the French Kiss"&gt;Anna and the French Kiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, which I loved, I didn't think I would enjoy it as much as I enjoyed YA paranormal, but Anna and the French Kiss got me hocked, I read some more after that, and most of them I really enjoyed, so I started reading Not That Kind of Girl, for I thought it would be a fast easy read, but to my disappointment, I did not like it, at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Natalie, that is a person I can relate to, smart, knows what she wants, and focused, wants the best for her friends, and thinks boys are ecky, ( not that I think that now ;) ) I was this kind through out my&amp;nbsp;high school, and it did help that I went to all girls&amp;nbsp;high school. But for some reason, I hated her, she had some depth, but I couldn't bring myself to like her. We had no&amp;nbsp;chemistry, AT ALL, she was a bit&amp;nbsp;judgmental, and she was selfish, she wanted her friend to suffer so she can stay her friend, she wants people to act according to what she believes is right, I think this was the author's point, how she changed her ways and discovered that her&amp;nbsp;judgments&amp;nbsp;cost her dearly, but it came too late, after I hated Natalie. I like her friends far more than I liked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The pace of this book, well it was a tad boring, I forced myself to finish it, since it's not as bad as the other books I didn't finish. For me the book was boring, and it seemed like it was 800 pages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, but some parts didn't make sense, how she suddenly started to sneak out after her parents fell asleep. How her parents were absent from her daily life. How she won the&amp;nbsp;elections&amp;nbsp;while she hardly had friends. How she could suddenly not care about her SATs. It all felt outta&amp;nbsp;character, and not in away explained very well, she has a fight with her best friend, and suddenly she is transformed to a new person? Conner and Spencer showed more character than Natalie ever did, these two, I liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't hate this book, but I didn't like it either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Two Paper Hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnWFkwNvEOE/Twb29DXcJUI/AAAAAAAAApk/ORP44TxDPC0/s1600/2hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="107" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnWFkwNvEOE/Twb29DXcJUI/AAAAAAAAApk/ORP44TxDPC0/s200/2hearts.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/8998919871203618156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/published-september-1st-2010-by-push.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8998919871203618156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/8998919871203618156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/published-september-1st-2010-by-push.html' title='Not That Kind Of Girl by Siobhan Vivian'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdHm8UREzio/Twb22Mon4GI/AAAAAAAAApc/l9hYwZl8nBI/s72-c/not+that+kinda+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-2170228185611618304</id><published>2012-01-04T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:31:19.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5/5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dystopia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJW8UvVoi9E/TwVDGH2XnWI/AAAAAAAAApI/KK2qLGL96pc/s1600/ShabbyBlogsFramePretty+copy1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: 800; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="calibre26" style="margin-top: 4pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 24px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #555555; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 7pt;"&gt;Published November 15th 2011 by Harper/HarperCollins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJW8UvVoi9E/TwVDGH2XnWI/AAAAAAAAApI/KK2qLGL96pc/s1600/ShabbyBlogsFramePretty+copy1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJW8UvVoi9E/TwVDGH2XnWI/AAAAAAAAApI/KK2qLGL96pc/s320/ShabbyBlogsFramePretty+copy1.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Juliette hasn't touched anyone in exactly 264 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The last time she did, it was an accident, but The Reestablishment locked her up for murder. No one knows why Juliette's touch is fatal. As long as she doesn't hurt anyone else, no one really cares. The world is too busy crumbling to pieces to pay attention to a 17-year-old girl. Diseases are destroying the population, food is hard to find, birds don't fly anymore, and the clouds are the wrong color.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The Reestablishment said their way was the only way to fix things, so they threw Juliette in a cell. Now so many people are dead that the survivors are whispering war-- and The Reestablishment has changed its mind. Maybe Juliette is more than a tortured soul stuffed into a poisonous body. Maybe she's exactly what they need right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Juliette has to make a choice: Be a weapon. Or be a warrior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10429045-shatter-me" target="_blank"&gt;(Goodreads)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My Shabby Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, well, well. What do we have here, I didn't expect to like this book, I had this feeling that I will groan everytime I hear an x-men&amp;nbsp;reference, but for my utter surprise, that didn't happen till the end of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's talk about Juliette, I still don't know if I like her or not, she sounded INSANE at the&amp;nbsp;beginning, but who wouldn't be after being locked up for&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #181818;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;exactly 264 days. I have to admit something though, I like Juliette's crazy&amp;nbsp;incoherent thoughts at the start of the book, all that counting and all. But It's toward the ending that I find that I somehow started to dislike her a bit, just about when she&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;started thinking about Warner and admiring how good looking he is, and when I read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Soldiers are already pouring into what used to be my room, shouting and confused, probably shocked to find Warner in such a feeble position. It was really too easy to overpower him. It worries me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;It makes me think we did something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What exactly was wrong with running away? Why is she worrying about him?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saying that, I liked how she was sure she was a monster, but even though, she didn't try to act like one. She still cared about human life, after all she's been through, her life, her parents, the asylum, she still held to her humanity, tried to see the good in the bleak world they live in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now to Adam, I'm sure I like him&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(ohhh yes!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I can't seem to resist the blue eyes in any book! Adam was a&amp;nbsp;mystery, till the last minute, I kept waiting for the punch line where he turns evil and wants to take over the world, but that didn't happen, it troubled me to see the soldier Adam, it seemed that how he acted when he was a soldier was a preview to his other side, cold, contained , calculated, I didn't care for that Adam, he scared me a bit to be honest, but the off screen Adam, was gentle, sweet and caring, that Adam I liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adam knows how to survive, he knows he has to do all it takes to get who he loves safe, I just hope that this will be something he can use to help the Omega Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Now the book as a whole, I loved it, It had the nice pace. Being told from Juliette's PoV, you start out being confused as she is, and as the story moves along, things start to unveil and you start to understand the world they live in, and why things happen the way they did. Though some questions are not answered, we still have two more books to know the things I wanna know, I almost cried from the cliffhanger at the end,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(OH Tahereh, how you shatter my heart ;) )&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I can't wait till I read the squeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One thing more thing I love about the book was the lyrical writing and the beautiful wordings, I sometimes stopped to actually think about some sentences, I bookmarked almost every page, some of my favorite &amp;nbsp;quotes,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;( I have so many to count to be perfectly honest!) &amp;nbsp;No page number sorry, I read it as an eBook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I know the sky falls down every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window. A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, fluttering with the false promise of flight. The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward, forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;-- &amp;nbsp;Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;--&amp;nbsp;He shifts and my eyes shatter into thousands of pieces that ricochet around the room, capturing a million snapshots, a million moments in time. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;--Truth is a jealous, vicious mistress that never ever sleeps, is what I don’t tell him. I’ll never be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;--He leans back against the couch. Runs a free hand over his face. Seasons change. Stars explode. Someone is walking on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;--“Life is a bleak place,” he whispers. “Sometimes you have to learn how to shoot first.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;--He pulls me close, too close. I’m frozen in five hundred layers of fear. Stunned in grief, in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;--“Juliette.” His voice hugs the letters in my name so softly I die 5 times in that second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I have more, much much more, but for now I will share these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This kindda writing is my cup of tea, I don't usually find this lyrical writing in English based books, in Arabic books, it's more common. It's never the same when translated, so I always found it&amp;nbsp;difficult&amp;nbsp;to explain to my non Arabian friends why books differ from on language to another, or maybe I'm just bad at translation. I&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;enjoyed this book for it's writing, a bit more than I enjoyed it for the story. Sometimes how you tell a story, makes all the difference in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;5/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Five Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d3tzLcWooU/TwVyuAG8N1I/AAAAAAAAApU/ntWCRItBi8o/s1600/Five_flowers" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: white; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="71" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d3tzLcWooU/TwVyuAG8N1I/AAAAAAAAApU/ntWCRItBi8o/s320/Five_flowers" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: 15.05pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/2170228185611618304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/shatter-me-by-tahereh-mafi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/2170228185611618304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/2170228185611618304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/shatter-me-by-tahereh-mafi.html' title='Shatter Me By Tahereh Mafi'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJW8UvVoi9E/TwVDGH2XnWI/AAAAAAAAApI/KK2qLGL96pc/s72-c/ShabbyBlogsFramePretty+copy1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152883960118247214.post-1636331781634644530</id><published>2012-01-03T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T04:31:08.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello'/><title type='text'>Kaboooom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisperati.com/haskell/hello_world.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://lisperati.com/haskell/hello_world.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not so much as world, as much as myself and the poor bastard who typed the URL wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;I never tried blogging, I have no idea why, I always enjoy reading blogs, fashion blog, cooking blogs (YUM), books blogs, whatever I StumbleUpon and add to my GoogleReader's feed. I guess most of the time, I have nothing to say, I tend to listen more to people than talk, but I'm in noway a quite person, I'm loud, and once I'm in my confront zone, with friends or family, I talk and won't shut up! I have a loud laugh as well, so it's a bless I'm not laughing all the time ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I began reading some of my once-in-a-year diary entries, and for my surprise, I thought it was fun, I always thought I had a way with words, well not like I'm an undercover poet, or un discovered novelist, &lt;i&gt;(so don't get your hopes up, seriously!)&lt;/i&gt; but my sister and my friends always told me that I know how to choose the right words, especially when we're in a fight and I go for the killing blow! &lt;i&gt;((see I have some powers at least, don't fight me, or I will cast the wrath of insults on you!)) &lt;/i&gt;, so I always shied away from letting anyone read what I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since it's a new year, and I'm turning... 28 (&lt;i&gt; OK OK , 30, Happy now???) &lt;/i&gt; I decided to try and do some of the things I always enjoyed and wish I could do, So here I am, trying to do a blog about books and music, since I'm bound to be doing one or the other. I have to confess, English is not my first language, nor it's my second, it's my third, being raised to speaks three languages, it wasn't easy to master three of them, but even though, I found a magic in each language, and found myself drawn to English more then others, that's why I read more English books than I do in Arabic. And that's why I found that I can express myself more in English than in Chechen ( my first language).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you reached this far, you win a prize!! &lt;i&gt;(say beetlejuice three times and magic will happen)&lt;/i&gt; Nah, you don't win a thing, I'm sorry, you just had the pleasure to read my AWESOME words!! And you have a small idea why if and when any part of my review or post don't makes sense or seem lacking, you will know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to doing this! Let 2012 begin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/feeds/1636331781634644530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/kaboooom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/1636331781634644530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152883960118247214/posts/default/1636331781634644530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shabbyreadings.blogspot.com/2012/01/kaboooom.html' title='Kaboooom!'/><author><name>Seraphica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300657326291853263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMmc0OcWv2o/TxVks3hi9MI/AAAAAAAAAro/GsVI7jLfJis/s220/2011-09-30_252017.57.56-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>