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Authors: Lindsey Klingele

Series: The Marked Girl (#1)

Categories: Fiction » Fantasy, Fiction » Young Adult

The Marked Girl describes a girl in the foster system named Liv (or Olivia) who lives with a dark secret about how her parents died and being separated from her siblings to find on a film shoot three teenagers appeared out of nowhere. These three characters are named Cedric, Kat, and Merek who traveled through a portal to Earth from their realm of medieval fantasy, called Caelum, where they are guardians with super strength who fight monsters called Wraths. A mysterious villain in their realm named Malquin, took over their kingdom over night with the help of the Wraths and these three teens of royal blood barely escaped to find a solution to save their family and kingdom. Their lead is to find scrolls to open a portal back to their world but it proves to be a hard task than initially anticipated. Liv feels drawn to them unconsciously and that is the great mystery!

This story was incredibly compelling. I loved how the author made it so that the readers could both understand a little what foster children go through in the system as well as connect to children who have lost a parent and may be in the foster system/ adopted. A world of magic is spun into this other realm mixed with how Liv’s parents died in a fire that is incredibly powerful and full of excitement! The more I read this book I felt I discovered more and more secrets and discoveries. I can’t wait to read more of this book series as it has so much to add and grow. I really really loved how I was never bored with this book either.
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Authors: L.J. Smith

Series: The Vampire Diaries (#4)

Categories: Fiction » Fantasy, Fiction » Fantasy » Vampire, Fiction » Young Adult

This is book is way different then any of the other Vampire Diaries books. Since Elena is no longer alive, all there is a depressed and lonely Stefan that leaves Fell’s Churchs, a mixed emotion Bonnie and many other difficult characters . In the six months after Elena passes Bonnie starts to get dreams about Elena, and she is telling her that “he” is watching them. Bonnie is sure that something evil is out there after a tragic birthday party for Meredith that cost someone their life. With Elena’s help Bonnie and Meredith manage to conjure up a spell to bring Stefan and Damon back, to help them. But they all do not know what it is that truly lurks through the woods of Fell’s Church…..

WOW! this book is so not what I expected. After reading the last book I was really disappointed, but I really enjoyed reading this book. What I loved about this book is that Elena is no longer one of the main characters, and so now the spotlight lands on Bonnie. It was kind of a relief to hear the characters talk about something different and see things in a different perspective. I also loved how the plot of the book was set, L. J. Smith really is a great writer. The suspense and the climax the grand finale was unbelieveable. All of the books have been carefully planned out to go into one another, like if something happens in the first book and is never mentioned again, then all of a sudden it pops up in the fourth book ! This was such a great book to read, I hope many others enjoyed it as much as I have(:

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Authors: Jay Asher

Categories: Fiction » Young Adult

I put this review off for quite some time now, only because I needed a cool head before I could give my take on it. I will also draw some parallels to the TV show so if you haven’t seen that yet, fair warning: there might be some spoilers….

Thirteen Reasons Why is a pretty controversial book and you can easily see why. It is my general belief that the world nowadays had got a bit oversensitive, but this is not one of those cases. The idea that this book glamorizes suicide is backed up by very strong arguments.
And this whole problem starts with the central character of the story, Hannah Baker. She commits suicide and sends out tapes in which she uncovers the motives behind her decision and the people ‘responsible’ for it. Now, I put ‘responsible’ in quotes because, in the end, it was Hannah’s decision to die. And, for all the flack that I might get for it, at least for me, it did not make a lot of sense. Full disclosure: I know you shouldn’t blame the victim, but if you read this book, prepare to feel irritated with Hannah. It might be just me, but I found her needy, narcissistic and overall an unlikable semi-protagonist.

And trust me, in a book about suicide that is hard to do. But Asher does it. He makes you roll your eyes at Hannah’s constant and (a lot of times unwarranted) whining. Hannah has indeed some shitty things happening to her and you can’t expect all people to be strong, but even so, it felt more and more as the book went on that Hannah did some things just to justify to herself the ‘need’ to take her life. It was truly shocking at some points how she put herself in situations that could’ve easily been avoided.

Now let’s talk about Clay, the novel’s other protagonist. I found him way more likable, even if a bit naive. It is quite obvious that Clay’s love for Hannah is much stronger than the other way around. There is a point where Clay discovers his own tape among those Hannah made to accuse those that lead her to her death and at that point I really started looking forward to the plot twist. I thought: well, if he has a tape then something must have happened. But no. He has no reason for being there. Hannah herself says so, which makes it even more stupid. And all the while Clay suffers because of it, fearing why Hannah would blame him. As I said, I found Hannah to be needy and unfair in a lot of things. Another example would be the tape with the shrink, where Hannah says she as presented with the only two choices possible in our very limited world: to say who ‘raped’ her and go from there or to find a way to move on. Of course she chose neither and decided to blame the shrink for not trying enough. And I have to ask myself at this point if the fact that I am a guy clouds my judgement. Am I the only one thinking that is stupid? What did she want him to do more than that?

And I think you saw that I placed the word ‘rape’ in quotes. I know this is a sensitive subject, but hear me out. I talked to a good friend of mine who also read the book. She is a woman and I wanted her take on it just because I did not want to sound like a jerk. And she felt just like me. So Hannah goes to this party. She herself can predict what will happen. She says so. Even Clay says that she did it only to break the last bonds that kept her from committing suicide. And there she lays in the pool and this guy comes to her and starts touching her and stuff. And here is the biggest issue: I know there must be consent, but she says nothing. Absolutely nothing. And silence might not consent, but Hannah doesn’t even try. Like, at all. She just stays there and lets it happen to her. And even on the tape she doesn’t say that she was terrified to the point of complete silence. Just that he should’ve guessed that she would not like it. And I am like: are you serious? It’s like she expected him to read minds. It’s like going to a lion’s den and ask yourself why he attacked you. Am I being insensitive here? Because that is really not my intent.

Now, I said I will draw some parallels to the TV show, and that I will do. I felt that the show did a way better job at underlining the fact that the world is not separated in good people and evil people. There are a lot of grey areas. But maybe that is why I found Hannah even worse in the TV series. And as a side note, I found Justin’s story IN THE TV SHOW much more compelling than Hannah’s. You can’t compare reasons that would send people to take their lives, but even so Justin’s story IN THE SHOW is way sadder than Hannah’s. Maybe that was one of the reasons why Show-Hannah was even more annoying than book-Hannah. Another reason would be that Show-Hannah hurts Clay even more and I found that truly despicable.

And that is about all. Hope I did not make people mad. For a time I actually considered not writing this review just because I might offend some. But that is not how the world should go. So here it is.
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Authors: Stephen King

Categories: Fiction » Thriller, Fiction » Horror, Fiction

King has returned to form with a new maturity. His writing is full of insight only age can give and he really seems to live vicariously through the protagonist. Sometimes I did also.
There are dry spells in the story, but not the rambling, winding ones from his middle period. They are more introspective and reflective of his stage as an author.
There is a darkness here that really becomes overshadowing as the story nears the conclusion. I felt this to be one of the bleakest King novels I could recall.
8 stars.
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What a great read to start of the year!! Couldn’t put this down… Even during the ‘slow parts’.

This novel is certainly a slow burn, as far as storytelling goes. I’ve seen some people even complain on here about getting so fat in the book, and not being able to explain what it is about. I think it’s worth the trip though. You can’t understand the characters without learning their rich history first. King is called a master storyteller, and this story proves exactly why… Like I said, you start slow, but before you know it… You’re coming to the end of the book and you haven’t even noticed because you’re so sucked in.

My one complaint… And this isn’t spoiler; it is mentioned in the book’s synopsis… is that King like to write the troubled youth character more times than he doesn’t. Danny Torrence went through the same troubles (only with alcohol) last year in Doctor Sleep. Just seems overdone.

Still, didn’t stop me from loving this book.

Recommend this to anyone!

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Arielle Immortal Awakening

Arielle Immortal Awakening

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Authors: Lilian Roberts

Series: Immortal Rapture (#1)

Categories: Fiction » Fantasy

Arielle Immortal Awakenings is a quick, fun beach (or blizzard!) read. Great story line and interesting characters. More than a romance, I was happy to discover a touch of paranormal with a splash of thriller thrown in for good measure. I finished this book in two days because I couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen between Arielle and Sebastian. Will they finally sleep together?!?!? Of course, the author left me hanging at the end, not knowing exactly what’s in store for the star crossed lovers. Guess I’m off to pick up the second book in the series! Well played Mrs. Roberts. Well played. Would highly recommend for anyone looking for an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon!

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Lincoln and the Civil War Mark Twain read books online free

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The duties of a presiding officer, upon an occasion like this, are few and simple. Indeed, the duties are but two–one easy, the other difficult: he must introduce the Orator of the evening; then keep still and give him a chance. These duties are about to be strictly fulfilled–even the second one; not out of deference to duty, but to win admiration.

To tell an American audience who and what Col. Watterson is, is not in any way neccessary–the utterance of his name is enough; a name which is like one of these electric announcements on the Madison Square tower: the mention of it touches the button in our memory and his history flashes up out of the dark and stands brilliantly revealed and familiar: distinguished soldier, journalist, orator, lecturer, statesman, political leader, rebel, reconstructed rebel: always honost, always honorable, always loyal to his convictions, right or wrong, and not afraid to speak them out; and first, last, and all the time–wether rebel or reconstructed, whether on the wrong side or on the right–a patriot in his heart.

It is a curious circumstance that without collusion of any kind, but merely in obedience to a strange and pleasant and dramatic freak of destiny, he and I, kinsmen by blood for we are that–and one-time rebels–for we were that–should be chosen out of a million surviving quondam rebels to come here and bare our heads in reverence and love of that noble soul whom 40 years ago we tried with all our hearts and all our strength to defeat and dispossess–Abraham Lincoln! Is the Rebellion ended and forgotten? Are the Blue and the Gray one to-day? By authority of this sign we may answer yes; there was a Rebellion–that incident is closed.
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I was born and reared in a slave State, my father was a slave owner; and in the Civil War I was a second lieutenant in the Confederate service. For a while. This second cousin of mine, Colonel Watterson, the orator of this present occasion, was born and reared in a slave State, was a colonel in the Confederate service, and rendered me such assistance as he could in my self-appointed great task of annihilating the Federal armies and breaking up the Union. I laid my plans with wisdom and foresight, and if Colonel Watterson had obeyed my orders I should have succeeded in my giant undertaking. It was my intention to drive General Grant into the Pacific–if I could get transportation–and I told Colonel Watterson to surround the Eastern armies and wait till I came. But he was insubordinate, and stood upon a punctilio of military etiquette; he refused to take orders from a second lieutenant–and the Union was saved. This is the first time that this secret has been revealed. Until now no one outside the family has known the facts. But there they stand: Watterson saved the Union. Yet to this day that man gets no pension.

Those were great days, splendid days. What an uprising it was! For the hearts of the whole nation, North and South, were in the war. We of the South were not ashamed, for like the men of the North, we were fighting for what we believed with all our sincere souls to be our rights; on both sides we were fighting for our homes and hearthstones, and for the honor of the flags we loved; and when men fight for these things, and under these convictions, with nothing sordid to tarnish their cause, that cause is holy, the blood spilt for it is sacred, the life that is laid down for it is consecrated. To-day we no longer regret the result; to-day we are glad it came out as it did; but we are not ashamed that we did our endeavor; we did our bravest best, against despairing odds, for the cause which was precious to us and which our consciences approved: and we are proud–and you are proud-—the kindred blood in your veins answers when I say it–you are proud of the record we made in those mighty collisions in the field.

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A Defense of Enthusiasm Henry Theodore Tuckerman Read book online free

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A Defense of Enthusiasm

Let us recognize the beauty and power of true enthusiasm; and whatever we may do to enlighten ourselves and others, guard against checking or chilling a single earnest sentiment. For what is the human mind, however enriched with acquisitions or strengthened by exercise, unaccompanied by an ardent and sensitive heart? Its light may illumine, but it cannot inspire. It may shed a cold and moonlight radiance upon the path of life, but it warms no flower into bloom; it sets free no icebound fountains. Dr. Johnson used to say that an obstinate rationality prevented him from being a papist. Does not the same cause prevent many of us from unburdening our hearts and breathing our devotions at the shrines of nature? There are influences which environ humanity too subtle for the dissecting knife of reason. In our better moments we are clearly conscious of their presence, and if there is any barrier to their blessed agency, it is a formalized intellect. Enthusiasm, too, is the very life of gifted spirits. Ponder the lives of the glorious in art or literature through all the ages. What are they but records of toils and sacrifices supported by the earnest hearts of their votaries? Dante composed his immortal poem amid exile and suffering, prompted by the noble ambition of vindicating himself to posterity; and the sweetest angel of his paradise is the object of his early love. The best countenances the old painters have bequeathed to us are those of cherished objects intimately associated with their fame. The face of Raphael’s mother blends with the angelic beauty of all his madonnas. Titian’s daughter and the wife of Corregio again and again meet in their works. Well does Foscolo call the fine arts the children of Love. The deep interest with which the Italians hail gifted men inspires them to the mightiest efforts. National enthusiasm is the great nursery of genius. When Cellini’s statue of “Perseus” was first exhibited on the Piazza at Florence, it was surrounded for days by an admiring throng, and hundreds of tributary sonnets were placed upon its pedestal. Petrarch was crowned with laurel at Rome for his poetical labors, and crowds of the unlettered may still be seen on the Mole at Naples, listening to a reader of Tasso. Reason is not the only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in the feelings. Religion itself is but a state of the affections. I once met a beautiful peasant woman in the valley of the Arno, and asked the number of her children. “I have three here and two in Paradise,” she calmly replied, with a tone and manner of touching and grave simplicity. Her faith was of the heart. Constituted as human nature is, it is in the highest degree natural that rare powers should be excited by voluntary and spontaneous appreciation. Who would not feel urged to high achievement, if he knew that every beauty his canvas displayed, or every perfect note he breathed, or every true inspiration of his lyre, would find an instant response in a thousand breasts? Lord Brougham calls the word “impossible” the mother tongue of little souls. What, I ask, can counteract self-distrust, and sustain the higher efforts of our nature but enthusiasm? More of this element would call forth the genius, and gladden the life of New England. While the mere intellectual man speculates, and the mere man of acquisition cites authority, the man of feeling acts, realizes, puts forth his complete energies. His earnest and strong heart will not let his mind rest; he is urged by an inward impulse to embody his thought. He must have sympathy; he must have results. And Nature yields to the magician, acknowledging him as her child. The noble statue comes forth from the marble, the speaking figure stands out from the canvas, the electric chain is struck in the bosoms of his fellows. They receive his ideas, respond to his appeal, and reciprocate his love.

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As long ago as 1860 it was the proper thing to be born at home. At present, so I am told, the high gods of medicine have decreed that the first cries of the young shall be uttered upon the anaesthetic air of a hospital, preferably a fashionable one. So young Mr. and Mrs. Roger Button were fifty years ahead of style when they decided, one day in the summer of 1860, that their first baby should be born in a hospital. Whether this anachronism had any bearing upon the astonishing history I am about to set down will never be known.

I shall tell you what occurred, and let you judge for yourself.

The Roger Buttons held an enviable position, both social and financial, in ante-bellum Baltimore. They were related to the This Family and the That Family, which, as every Southerner knew, entitled them to membership in that enormous peerage which largely populated the Confederacy. This was their first experience with the charming old custom of having babies–Mr. Button was naturally nervous. He hoped it would be a boy so that he could be sent to Yale College in Connecticut, at which institution Mr. Button himself had been known for four years by the somewhat obvious nickname of “Cuff.”

On the September morning consecrated to the enormous event he arose nervously at six o’clock dressed himself, adjusted an impeccable stock, and hurried forth through the streets of Baltimore to the hospital, to determine whether the darkness of the night had borne in new life upon its bosom.

When he was approximately a hundred yards from the Maryland Private Hospital for Ladies and Gentlemen he saw Doctor Keene, the family physician, descending the front steps, rubbing his hands together with a washing movement–as all doctors are required to do by the unwritten ethics of their profession.
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Mr. Roger Button, the president of Roger Button & Co., Wholesale Hardware, began to run toward Doctor Keene with much less dignity than was expected from a Southern gentleman of that picturesque period. “Doctor Keene!” he called. “Oh, Doctor Keene!”

The doctor heard him, faced around, and stood waiting, a curious expression settling on his harsh, medicinal face as Mr. Button drew near.

“What happened?” demanded Mr. Button, as he came up in a gasping rush. “What was it? How is she” A boy? Who is it? What—”

“Talk sense!” said Doctor Keene sharply, He appeared somewhat irritated.

“Is the child born?” begged Mr. Button.

Doctor Keene frowned. “Why, yes, I suppose so–after a fashion.” Again he threw a curious glance at Mr. Button.

“Is my wife all right?”

“Yes.”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Here now!” cried Doctor Keene in a perfect passion of irritation,” I’ll ask you to go and see for yourself. Outrageous!” He snapped the last word out in almost one syllable, then he turned away muttering: “Do you imagine a case like this will help my professional reputation? One more would ruin me–ruin anybody.”

“What’s the matter?” demanded Mr. Button appalled. “Triplets?”

“No, not triplets!” answered the doctor cuttingly. “What’s more, you can go and see for yourself. And get another doctor. I brought you into the world, young man, and I’ve been physician to your family for forty years, but I’m through with you! I don’t want to see you or any of your relatives ever again! Good-bye!”
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If you should look through the files of old magazines for the first years of the present century you would find, sandwiched in between the stories of Richard Harding Davis and Frank Norris and others long since dead, the work of one Jeffrey Curtain: a novel or two, and perhaps three or four dozen short stories. You could, if you were interested, follow them along until, say, 1908, when they suddenly disappeared.

When you had read them all you would have been quite sure that here were no masterpieces–here were passably amusing stories, a bit out of date now, but doubtless the sort that would then have whiled away a dreary half hour in a dental office. The man who did them was of good intelligence, talented, glib, probably young. In the samples of his work you found there would have been nothing to stir you to more than a faint interest in the whims of life–no deep interior laughs, no sense of futility or hint of tragedy.

After reading them you would yawn and put the number back in the files, and perhaps, if you were in some library reading-room, you would decide that by way of variety you would look at a newspaper of the period and see whether the Japs had taken Port Arthur. But if by any chance the newspaper you had chosen was the right one and had crackled open at the theatrical page, your eyes would have been arrested and held, and for at least a minute you would have forgotten Port Arthur as quickly as you forgot Ch�teau Thierry. For you would, by this fortunate chance, be looking at the portrait of an exquisite woman.
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Those were tie days of “Florodora” and of sextets, of pinched-in waists and blown-out sleeves, of almost bustles and absolute ballet skirts, but here, without doubt, disguised as she might be by the unaccustomed stiffness and old fashion of her costume, was a butterfly of butterflies. Here was the gayety of the period–the soft wine of eyes, the songs that flurried hearts, the toasts and tie bouquets, the dances and the dinners. Here was a Venus of the hansom, cab, the Gibson girl in her glorious prime. Here was…

…here was you. Find by looking at the name beneath, one Roxanne Milbank, who had been chorus girl and understudy in “The Daisy Chain,” but who, by reason of an excellent performance when the star was indisposed, had gained a leading part.

You would look again–and wonder. Why you had never heard of her. Why did her name not linger in popular songs and vaudeville jokes and cigar bands, and the memory of that gay old uncle of yours along with Lillian Russell and Stella Mayhew and Anna Held? Roxanne Milbank-whither had she gone? What dark trap-door had opened suddenly and swallowed her up? Her name was certainly not in last Sunday’s supplement on the list of actresses married to English noblemen. No doubt she was dead–poor beautiful young lady–and quite forgotten.

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My fellow Americans, I stand before you today, humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices born by our ancestors.

I thank President Bush for his service to our nation [applause pause], as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

44 Americans have now taken the presidential oath. Words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity, and the still waters of peace. Yet every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds, and raging storms.

At these moments, America has carried on, not simply because of the vision or skill of those in high office, but because we, the people, have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents. So it has been, so it must be with THIS generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood.

Our nation is at war with a far reaching network of violence and hatred.

Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices, and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost, jobs shed, businesses shuttered, our health care is too costly, our schools fail too many, and each day brings brings new evidence that the way we use energy strengthens our adversaries and threatens our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable, but no less profound is the sapping of confidence across our land, a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, that the next generation must lower its sights.
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Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time, but know this America, THEY WILL BE MET! [applause pause]

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord. On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations, and worn out dogmas that for far too long have strangles our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.

The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit, to choose our better history, to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation, the God given promise that ALL are equal, ALL are free, and ALL deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

[longer pause for applause]

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given.

It must be earned.

Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less.

It has not been the path for the faint hearted, for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame, rather it has been the risk takers, the doers, the makers of things, some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

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