Saturday, August 27, 2011
Stuck in YA Books: Extra book Giveaway!!
Stuck in YA Books: Extra book Giveaway!!: Like I promised, I am giving another book as part of my 300 giveaway. The blog has reached 351, which is amazing:) This is the other book! I...
Friday, August 26, 2011
wow- didn't want this book to end
“I was immediately drawn to the characters of this book. I love post-apocalyptic stories and this is one of the best I've read. I was slightly confused at first about the relationship between the main characters and their tigers, was it a telepathic link or were the tigers an extension of the characters' souls (as in the Daemons in Golden Compass). Once I understood the relationship, it was much easier to understand. I didn't care for the unorthodox names of the characters, but that is really the only thing I have to complain about this book. The descriptions the author put forth were amazing, I felt I could actually hear and see the Passion Vine. I also loved the words of wisdom from the tiger Rijan: for example, "Worry is fear of the future. It is foolish to fear something unknown because you don't know it". Wow. This is a great book. I give it 5/5 stars and look forward to the second in the trilogy.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Breakthrough by Stephen Tremp---one book full of action!
To say this book is action packed doesn't begin to do it justice. Breakthrough is an amazing novel of suspense, intrigue and martial arts entertainment. The character of Chase Manhattan (yes that's his real name) reminded me of Harrison Ford's Indiana Jones character. He's a professor of physics by day and a wild rip roaring action adventure hero by night (or when not in the classroom). This novel, the first in a series, is a thrilling roller coaster ride across America. I enjoyed this book and can't wait for Mr. Tremp's next book in the series.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Poetry by Shawn Harris
Hello everyone,
Donna here. I would like to introduce everyone to the poetry of my very talented cousin Shawn Harris. I will feature two of his poems on my blog this week:
Imagine
A horizon filled with colors not seen with an inland sunset, A brisk brush stroke, a painted sky, Seagulls high, searching the sea, A vast ocean's waves answers birds above, Dulling their cries, Wind which wets, dries and cool's in the same instant, A boat's motor fights the wind and waves with bouncing victory, Sea legs, A clicking pole, A sudden jerk, A fisherman's glee, The ocean's depths causes mental hyperventalation, The relief of the shore and the toll this trip has taken, A beach house bedroom, Soft air-dried sheets, Slumber, Sleep.
Spring
There is static in this dusk sky. A silence before the storm. City clouds purple with light, showing their depth with sly approach. A porchfront stoop with city silence. Flat's of life and parked coup's wink. This mid-spring air tickles my sinus. A nose for the future. The distance to the traffic light is just beyond reach, huddled in the tree's. A siren's snicker pierces this thin air. A motor's whine and bumps curb grind. A tree's branches branch into beds of capillaries. A city wood of life.
Hope you enjoy,
Donna
Donna here. I would like to introduce everyone to the poetry of my very talented cousin Shawn Harris. I will feature two of his poems on my blog this week:
Imagine
A horizon filled with colors not seen with an inland sunset, A brisk brush stroke, a painted sky, Seagulls high, searching the sea, A vast ocean's waves answers birds above, Dulling their cries, Wind which wets, dries and cool's in the same instant, A boat's motor fights the wind and waves with bouncing victory, Sea legs, A clicking pole, A sudden jerk, A fisherman's glee, The ocean's depths causes mental hyperventalation, The relief of the shore and the toll this trip has taken, A beach house bedroom, Soft air-dried sheets, Slumber, Sleep.
Spring
There is static in this dusk sky. A silence before the storm. City clouds purple with light, showing their depth with sly approach. A porchfront stoop with city silence. Flat's of life and parked coup's wink. This mid-spring air tickles my sinus. A nose for the future. The distance to the traffic light is just beyond reach, huddled in the tree's. A siren's snicker pierces this thin air. A motor's whine and bumps curb grind. A tree's branches branch into beds of capillaries. A city wood of life.
Hope you enjoy,
Donna
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