Aleksandra Laika Laika itibaren El Playon, Nunchía, Casanare, Kolombiya
böyle olağanüstü ve tutkulu bir okuma .. Hem kendi duyguları ve şeytanlarıyla yüzleşmekten korkmayan herkese tavsiye edilir, hem felç olur hem de hareket eder .. Bu kitabı bastırmak için mücadele etmek.
Bu hikaye, sıcak bir aşk hikayesini son derece şüpheli bir komplo ile birleştirir. Aya harika bir kahramandır; güçlü ve güzel, ama biraz naif. İki arkadaşının aralarında yirmi beş yaşında bir kin var ve aynı derecede güçlü, ancak kişilik bakımından kökten farklı. Dengesiz, ama çekici bir kötü adam atın ve bırakamayacağınız bir kurtadam hikayeniz var. Bu heyecan verici dizinin geri kalanını okumak için sabırsızlanıyorum. Maura kahve zaman romantizm ve daha fazlası için inceleme Tam inceleme: http: //www.coffeetimeromance.com/Book ...
This I really liked. I think I liked this one best of all three. It made me sad the way it ended. There is so much more that could go on with this series but its over. The end was so open-ended I really hope she changes her mind to continues the story.
Philip Larkin is bleak. Maybe too bleak. While I liked his poems when they entered my life, at this point I have to say that although I still admire the rhythm of them, I kind of feel like Philip Larkin is the boy who never grew up. However I do very much like this poem which I used to have pinned up on my bulletin board: Wild Oats About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in specs I could talk to. Faces in those days sparked The whole shooting-match off, and I doubt If ever one had like hers: But it was the friend I took out, And in seven years after that Wrote over four hundred letters, Gave a ten-guinea ring I got back in the end, and met At numerous cathedral cities Unknown to the clergy. I believe I met beautiful twice. She was trying Both times (so I thought) not to laugh. Parting, after about five Rehearsals, was an agreement That I was too selfish, withdrawn And easily bored to love. Well, useful to get that learnt, In my wallet are still two snaps, Of bosomy rose with fur gloves on. Unlucky charms, perhaps. How great is that--I also really like the idea of thinking someone you admire is trying not to laugh at you. I agree, it is so hard to tell if that is in your head or not. And you can't of course beat the opening lines of this one: This Be The Verse They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself. --Philip Larkin
another great memoir...almost as good as Liar's Club. almost.
This novel was a good-bye gift from one of my favorite English professors in college, and it was an unexpected, beautiful gesture - much like the book itself. It's the story of a guy who is fascinated by x-rays (this in the days before we understood the dangers), and the woman he falls in love with, and how they are involved in the making of the atomic bomb. I remember rationing it out because I wanted it to last. I probably need to read it again, actually.