<?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: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-5617993543897246144</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:59:11.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-4029292394242460111</id><published>2011-05-13T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:51:21.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>☻ Update‼</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven’t had internet for a while now and just recently got it turned back on. So now I guess I’m going to get caught back up or at least start posting my book reviews again … and maybe put a couple of my own post somewhere in the mix.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-4029292394242460111?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/4029292394242460111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=4029292394242460111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/4029292394242460111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/4029292394242460111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2011/05/update.html' title='☻ Update‼'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-3763636229687239312</id><published>2009-06-04T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:14:55.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/JaneRizzoli4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/JaneRizzoli4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Body Double&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gerritsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boston medical examiner Dr. Maura Isles literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meets her match—and must fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ce a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;savage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;killer and shattering personal revelations—in the&lt;br /&gt;brilliant new novel of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Surgeon &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Maura Isles makes her living dealing with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death. As a pathologist in a major metropolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;city, she has seen more than her share of corpses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day—many of them victims of violent mur-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der. But never before has her blood run cold, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never has the grim expression "dead ringer" rung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so terrifyingly true. Because never before has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lifeless bodu on the medical examiner's table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there can be no denying the mind-reeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evidence before her shocked eyes and those of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her colleagues, including Detective Jane Rizzoli:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman found shot to death outside Maura's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home is the mirror image of Maura, down to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most intimate physical nuances. Even more chill-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ing is the discovery that they share the same birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;date and blood type. For the stunned Maura, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only child, there can be just one explanation. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a DNA test confurms that Maura's mysteri-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ous doppelgänger is in fact her twin sister, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already bizzare murder investigation becomes a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disturbing and dangerous excursion into a past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full of dark secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Searching for answers, Maura is drawn to a sea-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side town in Maine where other horrifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprises await. But perhaps more frightening, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknown murderer is at large on a cross-country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killing spree. To stop the massacre and uncover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the twisted truth about her own roots, Maura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must probe her first living subject: the mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she never knew . . . an icy and cunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman who could be responsible for giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maura life—and who just may have a plan to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was AWESOME! It's such a lifetime movie typ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e of book. It's got the thriller part and the horror part and it's even got the romance part. It captured my attention within the first 3 or 4 pages. Now I just have to go back to read the rest of the series. I didn't realize this was the 4th book in the series. lol. But I highly recommend this book to anyone who's into that category of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 101px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-3763636229687239312?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/3763636229687239312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=3763636229687239312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/3763636229687239312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/3763636229687239312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/06/body-double.html' title='Body Double'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_JaneRizzoli4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-5986758985893239237</id><published>2009-06-02T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:13:41.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uglies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/SW-Uglies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 319px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/SW-Uglies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Uglies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ott Westerfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tally is about to turn sixteen, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;she can't wait. Not for her license—&lt;br /&gt;for turning pretty. In Tally's world,&lt;br /&gt;your sixteenth birthday brings an&lt;br /&gt;operation that turns you from  a&lt;br /&gt;repellent ugly into a stunningly&lt;br /&gt;attractive pretty and catapults&lt;br /&gt;you into a high-tech paradise&lt;br /&gt;where your only job is to have a&lt;br /&gt;really great time. In just a few&lt;br /&gt;weeks Tally will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tally's new friend Shay isn't&lt;br /&gt;sure she wants to be pretty. She'd&lt;br /&gt;rather risk life on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;When Shay runs away, Tally learns&lt;br /&gt;about a whole new side of the&lt;br /&gt;pretty world—and it isn't very&lt;br /&gt;pretty. The authorities offer Tally&lt;br /&gt;the worst choice she can imagine:&lt;br /&gt;find her friend and turn her in, or&lt;br /&gt;never turn pretty at all. The choice&lt;br /&gt;Tally makes changes her world&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Opinion, this book is not the best. I got about 55 pages into it and it still hadn't captured my attention, so it doesn't look like I will be reading this series.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_hated.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 109px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_hated.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-5986758985893239237?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/5986758985893239237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=5986758985893239237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/5986758985893239237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/5986758985893239237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/05/uglies.html' title='Uglies'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_SW-Uglies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-6833161547023125941</id><published>2009-05-20T13:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:12:21.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum Spooky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/JanetEvanovich-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/JanetEvanovich-18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Plum Spooky (A Between-the-Numbers Novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Janet Evanovich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn on all the lights and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;check under your bed.&lt;br /&gt;Things are about to get spooky&lt;br /&gt;in Trenton, New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;According to legends, the Jersey Devil prowls&lt;br /&gt;the Pine Barrens and soars above the treetops&lt;br /&gt;in the dark of night. As eerie as this might&lt;br /&gt;seem, there are things in the Barrens that are&lt;br /&gt;even more frightening and dangerous. And&lt;br /&gt;there are monkeys. Lots of monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wulf Grimoire is a world wanderer and&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;an opportunist who can kill without remorse&lt;br /&gt;and disappear like smoke. He's chosen Martin&lt;br /&gt;Munch, boy genius, as his new business&lt;br /&gt;partner, and he's chosen the Barrens as his&lt;br /&gt;new playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munch received his doctorate degree in&lt;br /&gt;quantum physics when he was twenty-two.&lt;br /&gt;He's now twenty-four, and while his brain is&lt;br /&gt;large, his body hasn't made it out of the boys'&lt;br /&gt;department at Macy's. Anyone who says&lt;br /&gt;good things come in small packages hasn't&lt;br /&gt;met Munch. Wulf Grimoire is looking for&lt;br /&gt;world domination. Martin Munch would be&lt;br /&gt;happy if he cold just get a woman naked&lt;br /&gt;and tied to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum has Munch&lt;br /&gt;on her most-wanted list for failure to appear&lt;br /&gt;in court. Plum is the all-American girl stuck in&lt;br /&gt;an uncomfortable job, succeeding on luck&lt;br /&gt;and tenacity. Usually she gets her man. This&lt;br /&gt;time she gets a monkey. She also gets a big&lt;br /&gt;guy named Diesel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diesel pops in and out of Plum's life like&lt;br /&gt;birthday cake—delicious to look at and taste,&lt;br /&gt;not especially healthy as a steady diet, gone&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the week if not sooner. He's an&lt;br /&gt;über bounty hunter with special skills when it&lt;br /&gt;comes to tracking men and pleasing women.&lt;br /&gt;He's after Grimoire, and now he's also after&lt;br /&gt;Munch. And if truth were told, he wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;mind setting Stephanie Plum in his crosshairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diesel and Plum hunt down Munch and&lt;br /&gt;Grimoire, following them into the Barrens,&lt;br /&gt;surviving cranberry bogs, the Jersey Devil, a&lt;br /&gt;hair-raising experience, sand in their under-&lt;br /&gt;wear, and, of course . . . monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay . . . so I really love this series. It was a fantastic book, but like usual all the books in this series are. The only thing that I'm still waiting on is when she will hook up with Diesel. She's had a fling with all the other guys and she already knows Diesel wants her and that he won't act on what he feels, so it's going to have to be up to her. Maybe before long they'll hook up. But in all honesty, this book was awesome. Of course this book didn't include her family nearly as much as the others have, but it's still good. It still had a lot of her screw up mistakes in it, who am I kidding, it wouldn't be Stephanie without those mistakes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 101px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-6833161547023125941?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/6833161547023125941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=6833161547023125941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6833161547023125941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6833161547023125941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/05/plum-spooky.html' title='Plum Spooky'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_JanetEvanovich-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-2840824878235913719</id><published>2009-04-10T20:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:11:10.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't be afraid," I murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"We belong together."&lt;br /&gt;I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment was so perfect, so right,&lt;br /&gt;there was no way to doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His arms wrapped around me,&lt;br /&gt;holding me against him. . . .&lt;br /&gt;It felt like every nerve ending in my body&lt;br /&gt;was a live wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever," he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, where to even begin with this book? First of all, it was AWESOME!!! I was happy when Edward and Bella got married, but I was ecstatic when Edward and Bella were going to have a baby. And of course even though she wasn't planning on becoming a mother, those maternal skills kicked in just fine. And like usual she would do anything to protect Renesmee. Even though Bella is a fictional character, I would love to be the kind of mother Bella was to Renesmee. I would love to have that kind of family, period. One day I will.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 101px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/689629xzvel6m6kb.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-2840824878235913719?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/2840824878235913719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=2840824878235913719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2840824878235913719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2840824878235913719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/04/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_Twilight-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-8320658029680857439</id><published>2009-03-26T20:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:10:11.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitch Black: Color Me Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 319px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pitch Black: Color Me Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Melody Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Morgan thought her life was tough before—what with a drug-addicted, klepto brother and a craddle-robbing mother—it just got worse. Last night her close friend Jason took his own life. Smart, funny, a good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; listener, and perfect in just about every way, Jason Harding is gone forever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone please wake me from this nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason's death sends Morgan reeling. She copes—or tries to—by attempting to piece together vague clues that might explain her friend's suicide. Making matters worse, Morgan can't help but feel responsible because she wasn't there for her friend when he needed her most. Sometimes she thinks maybe Jason had the righ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t idea all along. Morgan feels lost in a pitch-black abyss, and her only way out is to turn back to the one Friend who will never leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 15:55&lt;br /&gt;"O Death, where is thy sting? O Hades, where is thy victory?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this verse has to say a lot to say about this book. One of my best friend's died in a car accident when he was 15-years-old. I never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought of taking my own life like Seth, Grace, and Morgan did. And by the end of the book, I'm glad that Grace and Morgan changed their minds, then talked Seth out of it. Because I agree with them, it wouldn't have solved anything. All it would have done would be cause more pain for the ones that cared for you. As reality has it, it is harder to live than to kill yourself. It may not seem like it, but it is. Just think about it, it takes no time for you to kill yourself, but it takes an commitment for eternity to live. You have to try everyday to stay alive. And suicide is permanent, so like Morgan said in the book, once you make that decision and act on it, there is no turning back. It's an irreversible act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 103px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-8320658029680857439?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/8320658029680857439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=8320658029680857439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/8320658029680857439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/8320658029680857439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/03/pitch-black-color-me-lost_20.html' title='Pitch Black: Color Me Lost'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_TrueColors-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-2430528917590137930</id><published>2009-03-19T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:57:49.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Torch Red: Color Me Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 319px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Torch Red: Color Me Torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Melody Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zoë is certain she's the only teenager on the planet who's still a virgin—okay, except maybe abstinence princess Casey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renwick. The talk in the locker room makes sec sound so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great—and maybe it is—but Zoë isn't so sure. The n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ew girl in school, Shawna Frye, has done it, although she's the one girl who doesn't say much about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I should just do it and get it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When jock-boy Justin Clark asks Zoë out, she w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onders if he could finally be the one. Nate, a die-hard Christian and real friend, encourages Zoë to consider exactly what it all means before she makes a life-defining decision. Behind the scenes, Shawna's dark secret threatens to change everyone's perspectiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sex. But will Zoë find out before it's too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this book brings back plenty of memories. And none of them good except the fact that I accepted Jesus into my heart after everything went down. Kinda like Zoë did when Justin tried to rape her. I am very glad of the way she handled that situation. How she told him off and then all the virgins stand together at the end of the book. That was a nice way of ending it. I'm not going to make this review long. I'm getting a lot of uncomfortable thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 103px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-2430528917590137930?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/2430528917590137930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=2430528917590137930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2430528917590137930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2430528917590137930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/03/torch-red-color-me-torn_19.html' title='Torch Red: Color Me Torn'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_TrueColors-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-6169059267992231588</id><published>2009-03-06T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:56:37.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;In the dead silence&lt;br /&gt;all the details suddenly fell into place for me&lt;br /&gt;with a burst of intuition.&lt;br /&gt;Something Edward didn't want me to know.&lt;br /&gt;Something that Jacob wouldn't have kept from me.&lt;br /&gt;Something that the Cullens and the wolves both in the woods,&lt;br /&gt;moving in hazardous proximity to each other. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I'd been waiting for anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Something I knew would happen again,&lt;br /&gt;as much as I might wish it never would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never going to end, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about this book. It was definitely more action-packed than any of the others so far. I loved the ending, but I hated all the games that Jacob and Edward were playing with Bella. I mean, yeah, in the end they did give up and leave the final decision up to her. Well in the end, it would have been her decision anyway. It's hard when you come to terms that you love two people, but you have to make the decision that will make you happy. In Bella's case it was going to be hard either way, but she finally made her choice and I love the choice she made. And now she's getting married! I couldn't help but laugh when she tried to go all the way with Edward. That was hilarious to me. But all in all this series is excellent and I can't wait to read the last book.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 101px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-6169059267992231588?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/6169059267992231588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=6169059267992231588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6169059267992231588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6169059267992231588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/03/title-eclipse-authors-stephenie-meyer.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_Twilight-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-6877160568043863343</id><published>2009-03-05T17:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:55:22.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Green: Color Me Jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Deep Green: Color Me Jealous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Melody Carlson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jordan Fer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;guson and Shawna Frye became good friends a few months back—when Jordan made cheerleader and started hanging with a new group of friends. That's how the Timothy Lawrence incident happened.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sick, twisted love triangle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;When Timothy suddenly dumps Shawna—to start seeing Jordan—rumors start flying. Shawna gets her revenge by smearing her former friend's reputation. Then she steals back Timothy by tempting him with an offer he can't refuse. Jordan feels absolutely green with envy-so much so that she considers doing everything in her power to get him back. Everything. Luckily, her old friend Kara Hendricks has b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;een down that road too and knows Someone who just might be able to help Jordan as well.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was really familiar to me. It never happened to me, but it has happened to a few people I know. Well, almost everything. They played the evil games to try to get what they wanted, just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like Shawna and Jordan, but they never went as far as to have sex as a way of revenge. I do like the fact that Jordan finally turns her life over to God. It's amazing how you can go to church and no matter what, God is going to make sure the minister/pastor/reverend talks about something that you may be going through. It's God's way of capturing your attention and making sure you hear Him, so next time you get stuck in this kind of situation, make sure you pay attention to Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d and not follow your intuition. You could make a mess of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 103px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-6877160568043863343?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/6877160568043863343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=6877160568043863343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6877160568043863343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6877160568043863343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-green-color-me-jealous.html' title='Deep Green: Color Me Jealous'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_TrueColors-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-7985013841867086722</id><published>2009-02-28T18:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:54:40.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Blue: Color Me Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/TrueColors-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dark Blue: Color Me Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Melody Carlson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara Hendricks and Jordan Ferguson have been best friends since kindergarten. By now—sophomore year—they're more like sisters, really. Jordan has always been the leader in the friendship, but still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she's the pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rfect friend. That is, until she starts to hang with a new, "cool" crowd and decides that Kara is a popularity liability.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Friends forever? Yeah, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Devastated, Kara feels betrayed and abandoned by everyone—even God. How could Jordan do this? Why did God let this happen? Yet for all the hurt and insecurity, these dark days contain a life-changing secret. Now that Jordan is gone, Kara has the chance to discover something about herself that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never knew before. But first she must learn to trust again. It won't be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, to tell the truth the first half of the book was not that captivating. It didn't really get into any detail. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean yeah, Carlson does cover the finer points of being lonely...like wanting to stay in your room and not be around anyone. And the fact that you always want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the fact that Kara finally invited Jesus into her heart. I really is an amazing feeling when you invite Jesus into your heart. You feel all warm on the inside as if nothing could touch you. It's an awesome feeling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 103px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_ok.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-7985013841867086722?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/7985013841867086722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=7985013841867086722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/7985013841867086722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/7985013841867086722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/02/dark-blue-color-me-lonely.html' title='Dark Blue: Color Me Lonely'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_TrueColors-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-2101535424342383191</id><published>2009-02-26T22:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:53:39.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/EllenHopkins-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/EllenHopkins-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ellen Hopkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After,&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was great,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At&lt;br /&gt;least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristina Georgia Snow is the perfect daughter: gifted high school junior, quiet, never any trouble. But on a trip to visit her absentee father, Kristina disappears and Bree takes her place. Bree is the exact opposite if Kristina—she's fearless.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rough a boy, Bree meets the monster: crank. And what begins as a wild, ecstatic ride turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; into a struggle through hell for her mind, her soul—her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first off, this book is difficult to read at first because it is written in the form of a giant poem. Every page is a different style that you have to figure out how to read. But once you get the hang of how to read it, it's a very fast pace book. It took me a matter of a few hours to read the whole book. Anyway, it's a great book to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read up on information about drugs. Or at least this specific one. It tells her life before she got hooked on it and then after when she was already hooked by it's addiction. She definitely did her homework before she wrote this book. And I know that sounds like I do drugs, but I don't. I just knew someone who did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 109px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-2101535424342383191?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/2101535424342383191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=2101535424342383191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2101535424342383191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2101535424342383191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/02/crank.html' title='Crank'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_EllenHopkins-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-6773774837415283567</id><published>2009-02-26T21:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:52:38.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; New Moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt; Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;my chest, the blood p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;uls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ing hot and fast thro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ugh my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off hes skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect--not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this series so much. I didn't like it when Edward left Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; on her own. But I did like the fact that he would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;willing to die for her if anythi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ng happened to her. It's what every girl wishes for. Someone willing to do anything for her. Yeah, we may say that we don't; but in all reality we do want that and it was awesome that Edward is like that for Bella. I wish it Edward would have been in the book more, but it turned out to be a great book. They may not have been together physically through out the book, but they were still together spiritually and mentally like it should always be. The one you love should always be with you even if you are not physically together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 101px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-6773774837415283567?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/6773774837415283567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=6773774837415283567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6773774837415283567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/6773774837415283567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_Twilight-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-4789206176403666830</id><published>2009-02-14T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:51:32.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/HouseofNight-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 313px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/HouseofNight-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt; Betrayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt; P.C. Cast &amp;amp; Kristin Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fledgling vampyre Zoey Redbird has managed to settle in at the House of Night finishing school. She finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; feels like she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;belongs, ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;en gets chosen as th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;e Leader of the Dark Daughters. Best of all she actually has a boyfriend . . . or two. Then the unthinkable happens: Human teenagers are being killed, and all the evidence points to the House of Night. While danger stalks the humans from Zoey's old life, she begins to realize that the very powers that make her so unique might also threaten those she loves. Then, when she needs her new friends the most, death strikes the House of Night, and Zoey must find the courage to face a betrayal that could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; bre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;ak her heart, her soul, and jepard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;ize the very fabric of her world. Betrayed, the second book in the House of Night series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;, is dark and sexy, and as thrilling as it is utterly shocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I won't give away anything to those whom haven't read it; however, I will say that Neferet is getting on my nerves. She definitely pushed her limit in this book and I don't blame Zoey for the decisions she makes. If I were in her shoes I probably would have made the same ones. I thought it was cool how Zoey gets a grip on her powers and then her friends are gifted an affinity of the elements as well. At least, Zoey is not on her own now. And I like the fact that Aphrodite,  acts all snooty (or whatever you would like to call it), but still warns Zoey about things to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 109px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-4789206176403666830?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/4789206176403666830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=4789206176403666830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/4789206176403666830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/4789206176403666830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/02/betrayed.html' title='Betrayed'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_HouseofNight-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-8514514481927134147</id><published>2009-02-14T17:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:50:39.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/HouseofNight-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 314px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/HouseofNight-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Marked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; P.C. Cast &amp;amp; Kristin Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Summa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Enter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;rk, Magical World Of The House Of Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;orld very much like our own, except here vampyres have always existed. Sixteen-year-old Zoey Redbird has just been Marked as a fledgling vampyre and joins the House of Night, a school where she will train to become an adult vampyre. That is, if she makes it through the Change—and not all of those who are Marked do. It sucks to begin a new life, especially away from her frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;nds, and on top of that, Zoey is no average fledgling. She has been chosen as special by the vampyre Goddess N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;yx. Zoey discovers she has amazing powers, but along with her powers come bloodlust and an unfortunate ability to Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;int her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; human ex-boyfriend. To add to her stre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ss, she is not the only fledgling at the House of Night with special powers: when she discovers that the leader of the Dark Daughters, the school's most elite group, is misusing her Goddess-given gifts, Zoey must look deep within herself for the courage to embrace her destiny—with a little hel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;p from her vampyre friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the book. To me this book was j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ust a way for me to escape from reality and go back a few years. I like how it portrays everything about being a teenager and the fact that even though Zoey did transfer schools, she still goes through the same obstacles. Girls who always think they're better than you in everything and guys who think that they can have whatever they want. Yes, it is true that life is not like that and most eventually realize that after a while, bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t there are still those few who think that way and I think that P.C. &amp;amp; Kristin Cast did an awesome job in portraying these views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 109px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-8514514481927134147?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/8514514481927134147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=8514514481927134147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/8514514481927134147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/8514514481927134147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/02/marked.html' title='Marked'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_HouseofNight-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-2169262679721943488</id><published>2009-02-11T20:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:49:32.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/Twilight-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eventeen year-old Bella Swan lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sunny Arizona to live with her father in the small and gloomy Pacific North-West town of Forks she doesn’t expect to like it.  After all she has made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;excuses not to go there enough times over the past few years.  If liv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ing in Forks, with its constant mist and rain, wasn’t bad enough she will have to make a whole new set of friends and settle into a n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ew school.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a soon makes some new friends at school but when she sees a boy called Edward Cullen sitting with his brothers and sisters in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cafeteria she is instantly intrigued.  Edward is stunningly attractive, almost inhumanly beautiful, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d yet he is an outsider too.  Although Edward and his family have lived in Forks for two years they have never really been accepted by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;townsfolk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first Edward is aloof, sometimes it almost seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s like he can’t stand to be in the same room as her, but eventually they strike up an unlikely friendship.  Even as Bella falls hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Edward, she still can’t work out exactly what makes him so different to everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a trip to the beach, Bella is told of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he local legend about the “cold ones”, a group of blood drinkers who have sworn off h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unting humans but are still not welcome on Indian land because vampires are not to be trusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Realising Edward is vampire changes nothing for Bella, she knows that she still loves him even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; if he’s not hum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ward a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nd his whole family are vampires.  Edward himself was made a vampire when he was seventeen years-old, although that was at the end of World War I.  For Edward his love for Bella is both a delight and a torment.  A delight because she is the first person he has loved since he was made a vampire.  A torment because although he has sworn off human blood and only hunts animals the craving for human blood never truly leaves him and the very scent of her also stirs his hunger for blood….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This book was really captivating with the romance of Edward and Bella forming. It started out having m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eing very skeptical about if they were even going to be friends and then as it got further into the book I knew they would be much more than friends. I love the fact that he's basically placed himself as her "g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uardian angel" or wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tever you want to call it. Always there when she needs him. Or the fact that no matter where she is, he always turns up if she's in trouble.I didn't like the fact that Rosalie was always so mean and always turning a cold shoulder to Bella and I hope that changes as I read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the rest of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he series. But it was great the way his family took her in with no trouble what-so-ever. Never asked questions, just opened their arms freely. Don't you wish everyone was lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e that??? It would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;make things so much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 101px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_loved_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-2169262679721943488?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/2169262679721943488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=2169262679721943488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2169262679721943488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/2169262679721943488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_Twilight-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5617993543897246144.post-7712763865967727212</id><published>2009-02-11T19:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:47:53.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/n66519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/n66519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nightmare &lt;/span&gt;Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Author(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Fra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;nk Peretti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enter a place where gravity is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;turned upside down, time runs backwards, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nightmares are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;He w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;as once a normal fifteen-year-old-boy. He had a name, a family, a school, and a life--and he thought he knew something. But that boy, and that life, and that time h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ave become. . .nothing. His whole mind seems to have been erased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;no boy here anymore. No knowledge, no thought, no reason. Nothing but terror, endlessly repeating cycles of it, layer upon layer of it, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;swirling sounds, images, and sensations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now he only stares into not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;hingness and whispers two ominous words . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nightmare Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was awesome an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;d kept you thinking throughout the whole entire book. Why are they not allowed to speak and believe things freely? Why do t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;hey have to conform to one idea? What's going to happen to Elijah &amp;amp; Elisha if they are found out? It's just the type of book that keeps your mind reeling with every sentence. I mean you know that the bad guys always get caught in the end, but the question is still there in the back of your mind. Will they get what's coming to them or escape from eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;rything and walk away free???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 109px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/emoticon_liked_it.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/689629xzvel6m6kb.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5617993543897246144-7712763865967727212?l=bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/feeds/7712763865967727212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5617993543897246144&amp;postID=7712763865967727212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/7712763865967727212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5617993543897246144/posts/default/7712763865967727212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookwormunlimited.blogspot.com/2009/02/nightmare-academy.html' title='Nightmare Academy'/><author><name>Haylee Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06216954801119779385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5f7-vs59d4I/Tc1ldwTuu2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wzfIJUI8mNY/s220/BRIDESMAID%2BDRESS%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i173/Lacy-LaChelle/Blogspot/th_n66519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
