<?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-3495273341740365829</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:43:52.067-08:00</updated><category term='Marketing'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Free'/><category term='novel'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Healty'/><category term='Ebook'/><title type='text'>Fill Ur Brainz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-746353083145328501</id><published>2011-09-17T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:45:33.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free'/><title type='text'>David Busch's Canon EOS 7D Guide to Digital SLR Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CfMeEFseE20/TnReI_s-XUI/AAAAAAAACGM/ASZADFF9qzo/s1600-h/image%25255B3%25255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-MDT95EW88Wc/TnReKe-liRI/AAAAAAAACGQ/XWhl4IPFXgU/image_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="141" height="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Welcome to the Canon EOS 7D, Canon's new digital SLR that is loaded with professional features at an affordable price. 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-marketing-ebook-for-you.html' title='Free Marketing Ebook for You'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-9013359623381101142</id><published>2009-04-17T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:10:07.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Tess Gerritsen - In Their Footsteps &amp; Thief of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seluh_TklII/AAAAAAAAA4I/OdPEwvgCTXI/s1600-h/masss+maret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909564550583426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seluh_TklII/AAAAAAAAA4I/OdPEwvgCTXI/s200/masss+maret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genevieve O'Brien knows all about nightmares. She survived for two months as the prisoner of a deranged killer. Now a new menace is stalking the streets of New York. The media are buzzing about the Poe Killings, a string of homicides mirroring the author's macabre stories. Almost without exception, the victims have been members of a literary society devoted to the master of crime fiction--and Genevieve's own mother may be next. Spooked by the bizarre slayings, Genevieve turns to P.I. Joe Connolly, her rescuer, her friend and...? &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to be much more, but he's been avoiding her since her ordeal, and she can't seem to get close to him. Joe isn't sure there even is a case. But as the body count rises and their investigation leads them miles from Manhattan, he has to admit that there's a twisted new serial killer at work. Even more unsettling is the guidance Joe is receiving from beyond the grave. People he knows to be dead--his cousin Matt and Matt's fiance, Leslie--are appearing to him, offering new clues and leads, and warning him of terrible danger ahead. But not even otherworldly intervention can keep Genevieve and Joe's new nightmare from becoming terrifyingly real--and putting them squarely in the crosshairs between this world and the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial Reviews : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Description :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THEIR FOOTSTEPS The quiet scandal surrounding her parents' death has always haunted Beryl Tavistock. Now she's asking dangerous questions and the answers are proving that the past does not die easily. Pulled into a world of espionage, Beryl quickly discovers that she needs help, and ex-CIA agent Richard Wolf is her only hope. But in a world where trust is a double-edged sword, friends become enemies and enemies are killers...&lt;br /&gt;THIEF OF HEARTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reformed cat burglar Clea Rice has witnessed enough crimes to put her on the straight and narrow. But little does she suspect that her search for justice will land her in the arms of wealthy English gentleman Jordan Tavistock. As their attraction grows, so does the danger. Now their biggest concern isn't whether a proper gentleman and a cat burglar can find happiness...it's whether they'll survive long enough to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0778327043?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0778327043"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/pbtqg3qxf"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-9013359623381101142?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/9013359623381101142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/tess-gerritsen-in-their-footsteps-thief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/9013359623381101142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/9013359623381101142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/tess-gerritsen-in-their-footsteps-thief.html' title='Tess Gerritsen - In Their Footsteps &amp;amp; Thief of Hearts'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seluh_TklII/AAAAAAAAA4I/OdPEwvgCTXI/s72-c/masss+maret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-1680957552705072724</id><published>2009-04-17T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:05:07.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>John Katzenbach - Just Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeltVloQNwI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ebHJHx8P5zo/s1600-h/Just+Causes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325908251987949314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeltVloQNwI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ebHJHx8P5zo/s200/Just+Causes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Powerful...Compelling...Katzenbach is a skilled storyteller who knows how to set up the kind of big and small questions that make one want to keep turning the pages" CHICAGO TRIBUNE Now a Warner Bros. Motion Picture starring Sean Connery. At first report Matt Cowart doesn't believe the claims of innocence from Robert Earl Ferguson, Death Row inmate. But the more Coward digs into his case, the more he believes that, as a black man, Ferguson is a victim of hate and prejudice, and that the wrong man is going to be executed. Cowart lets fly a series of hard-hitting investigative articles that ultimately frees Ferguson and gets Cowart a Pulitzer Prize. He's a hero, a celebrity, a big-hearted guy--who has unwittingly set in motion a scenario of horror and death....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial Reviews :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Psychological suspense master Katzenbach's provocative story tells of a lonely editorial writer who crusades for the freedom of an inmate who has--it seems--been wrongly accused of murder. A BOMC alternate in cloth.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From School Library Journal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA-- Putting this book down will be a difficult task for any lover of crime tales and mysteries. From the first chapter, the challenge to discover the truth--and what to do with it--is clear and compelling. Miami newspaperman Matthew Cowart is established, successful, and no longer hitting the streets as a regular reporter. When he receives a letter from a death row inmate declaring his innocence and begging Cowart to investigate the case, his reporter instincts resurface and spur him on a course of action that creates the excitement in this well-crafted novel. Cowart discovers unsettling information about which he writes so compellingly that Robert Earl Ferguson is set free. Two detectives, whose work contributed to Ferguson's original conviction, express genuine outrage and frustration that a dangerous, guilty man has been turned loose on an unsuspecting public. Cowart eventually discovers, to his horror, that they were right all along: Ferguson is indeed a serial killer. Stalking the stalker and meting out a primitive justice beyond the reach of lawyers and courtrooms is the focus of the dynamic second half of the book. YAs who have not yet discovered Katzenbach's skill with a yarn will undoubtedly want to seek out his earlier three titles after reading this one.&lt;br /&gt;- Carolyn E. Gecan, Thomas Jefferson Sci-Tech, Fairfax County, VA&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=0345380193&amp;amp;md=10FE9736YVPPT7A0FBG2&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/ff3ops4m0"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-1680957552705072724?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1680957552705072724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-just-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1680957552705072724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1680957552705072724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-just-cause.html' title='John Katzenbach - Just Cause'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeltVloQNwI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ebHJHx8P5zo/s72-c/Just+Causes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-3195644771182255243</id><published>2009-04-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:01:55.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>John Katzenbach - The Analyst</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selsk6aVNdI/AAAAAAAAA34/TJ-pIwtGGq4/s1600-h/analyst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325907415753110994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selsk6aVNdI/AAAAAAAAA34/TJ-pIwtGGq4/s200/analyst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Devious game of vengeance. He must find a way to stop the madman—before he himself is driven mad. . . .&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.com Review &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penzler Pick, February 2002 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This thriller from the author of Hart's War is addictive. Analyst Dr. Frederick Starks has just turned 53 and, on his birthday, receives a letter informing him that he has ruined the letter-writer's life and now his own life is about to be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;Starks must solve a riddle, he is told. He must find out whose life he ruined within two weeks. If he does not, he must kill himself. If he does not kill himself, then those nearest and dearest to him will be killed. The letter is signed, Rumpelstiltskin. At first Starks is dismissive--but he does call relatives to see that they are all right. Not all of them are. In fact Starks is convinced that the letter writer is deadly serious when he discovers how the birthday of his 14-year-old great-niece was ruined. He must now engage in the game or be responsible for the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he works frantically to try and unlock the past and find whose life he could possibly have ruined, Rumpelstiltskin is also busy. Within hours of receiving that first shattering letter, one of Dr. Starks's patients throws himself under a subway train, though Starks knows the patient was not suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the police tell him that a couple and a homeless woman saw the man jump, Starks tries to find them. He finds only the homeless woman, who tells him that she was given money by the couple to tell what she witnessed. Starks is certain that Rumpelstiltskin must be one of the couple, but he's wrong. It's even more sinister than that, and when he meets the accomplices, he realizes that his adversary has been planning his revenge for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Starks's life is spiraling downward. There is nothing hidden from Rumpelstiltskin. His credit cards, his bank accounts, his patients, his homes in Manhattan and in Massachusetts, his reputation--nothing and no one is safe as Starks races against time as his world shrinks and his options run out. The clock is ticking as he hunts a ruthless psychopath who always seems to be one step ahead of him. As Starks tries to figure out what to do besides react to his life spinning out of control, he uses his training, his dwindling resources, and every weapon available to him to combat this relentless and deadly foe. --Otto Penzler --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Library Journal :&lt;br /&gt;Katzenbach (Hart's War) never writes the same book twice, nor does he use the same plot devices or characters. His latest opens as New York City psychoanalyst Frederick (Ricky) Starks receives an anonymous missive saying that Starks has ruined the writer's life and that he has ten days in which to discover his or her identity. If he fails, he must commit suicide; if he does not comply with this order, someone in his family will suffer or die. At first Ricky is disoriented and unable to function effectively, but he soon begins to take action. Using his research skills, he finds that a former patient was so despondent that she killed herself, leaving three children as orphans. But this information is not enough to save Ricky's life. Thus, he goes on a journey of self-discovery, calling upon unknown depths of endurance and using his medical training in order to survive. This masterfully told thriller is impossible to put down and equally impossible to forget. For all fiction collections. Jo Ann Vicarel, Cleveland Heights-University Heights P.L., OH&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0345426274?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0345426274"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/9ly2ju512"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-3195644771182255243?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3195644771182255243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-analyst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3195644771182255243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3195644771182255243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-analyst.html' title='John Katzenbach - The Analyst'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selsk6aVNdI/AAAAAAAAA34/TJ-pIwtGGq4/s72-c/analyst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-5174739225976078683</id><published>2009-04-17T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:58:59.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>John Katzenbach - The Madman's Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selr51NskII/AAAAAAAAA3w/BusbhdOjg9k/s1600-h/madman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325906675623563394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selr51NskII/AAAAAAAAA3w/BusbhdOjg9k/s200/madman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s been twenty years since Western State Hospital was closed down and the last of its inmates reintegrated into society. Francis Petrel was barely out of his teens when his family committed him to the asylum, after his erratic behavior culminated in a terrifying outburst. Now middle-aged, he leads an aimless, solitary life housed in a cheap apartment, periodically tended to by his sisters, and perpetually medicated to quiet the chorus of voices in his head.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;But a reunion on the grounds of the shuttered institution stirs something deep in Francis’s troubled mind: dark memories he thought he had laid to rest, about the grisly events that led to Western State Hospital’s demise. It begins in 1979, when twenty-one-year-old Petrel descends into the state-run purgatory of an overcrowded, understaffed Massachusetts mental hospital. Surrounded by inmates roaming the halls like drugged zombies and raving behind locked doors, well-meaning orderlies, jaded nurses, and patronizing doctors, Francis finds friendship with a motley assortment of fellow patients: a would-be Napoleon, a wise ex-firefighter, and a man obsessed with battling imagined devils. But there’s nothing imaginary about the young nurse found sexually assaulted and brutally murdered late one night after lights-out. The police suspect an inmate, while patients whisper about visions of a white-shrouded “angel.” But the striking and mysterious prosecuting attorney who arrives to investigate has her own chilling theory—about the grim, telltale “signature” left on the victim’s body, a string of unsolved sex killings, and a very real devil who, by chance or design, has come to turn a madhouse into a slaughterhouse. Now, with the past creeping back to haunt his thoughts, and nothing but a pencil and the bare walls of his bleak apartment, Francis surrenders to the overwhelming need to tell the story of those nightmarish days. But because the crime was never solved, it’s a story doomed to remain unfinished. Until, like Francis’s long-buried recollections, the killer resurfaces . . . with a vengeance. A tour de force narrative journey through the eerily unpredictable mind of an utterly unusual hero, The Madman’s Tale will keep even the most astute thriller reader uncertain, unnerved, and unable to resist the tantalizing twists and turns of this fiendishly suspenseful shadow show. From the Hardcover edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Amazon.com Editorial Reviews :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conceit of this impossible-to-put-down thriller—the story of the hunt for a serial killer-rapist who has concealed himself among a psychiatric asylum's insane—is that it was written in pencil by a madman on the walls of his apartment. More than 20 years ago, Francis Xavier Petrel, nicknamed C-Bird for the seabird his name evokes, was confined against his will in the Western State Hospital, a run-down residential mental health facility that rivals Kesey's Cuckoo's Nest for evil administrators and whacked-out inmates. A shy, frightened 21-year-old who endures a cacophony of disembodied voices, C-Bird is befriended by Peter the Fireman, nicknamed for the church he burned down with a pedophile priest still inside. (C-Bird and Peter appear almost normal amid the hospital's other catatonics, manic-depressives, psychopaths and psychotics.) Then they discover the raped and mutilated body of nurse Short Blond (nicknamed for her hair) stuffed into a storage closet. All evidence points to paranoid-schizophrenic inmate Lanky, who earlier in the day had identified Short Blond as an agent of evil, but Lanky claims the killing was the work of an invisible Angel of Death who committed the crime to save them from some unspecified devilish fate. C-Bird and Peter, knowing that Lanky has been unjustly accused, set out to find the real killer. They are joined by state prosecutor Lucy Kyoto Jones, who believes the killer is the same man who has committed other savage crimes beyond the walls of the hospital. Katzenbach (author of the bestsellers Just Cause and The Analyst) delivers an uplifting story of justice, friendship, mystery and, above all, the courage of certain men and women who rise up, no matter the circumstances, to defeat evil, no matter the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0345464818?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0345464818"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/03rqt6rve"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-5174739225976078683?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5174739225976078683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-madmans-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5174739225976078683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5174739225976078683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-madmans-tale.html' title='John Katzenbach - The Madman&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selr51NskII/AAAAAAAAA3w/BusbhdOjg9k/s72-c/madman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-3466140696932143077</id><published>2009-04-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:55:02.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Tara Janzen - Loose and Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selq8oo1RPI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ETsR372vtg4/s1600-h/loose+easy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325905624275698930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selq8oo1RPI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ETsR372vtg4/s200/loose+easy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johnny Ramos had just come off a tour of duty in Afghanistan to find Esmee Alden trolling the mean streets of Denver in red lace and leather. Esmee's in danger so deep, only Johnny can get her out--which is why the elite government operative is shadowing her every move. Esmee, a P.I. and an art-recovery expert, has a mother lode of bad guys on her trail...including the one bad boy she always wanted: Johnny. But passion will have to wait. Because when bullets start flying, suddenly they're on the run, playing it fast and loose--and heading straight into the line of fire.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Amazon.com Editorial Reviews :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Booklist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Ramos has just returned to Denver after a tour of duty in Afghanistan, and he hopes he’ll be asked to join an elite Pentagon group, the Special Defense Force. He is shocked when he recognizes an old acquaintance from high school, Esme Alden, the class valedictorian who spent a memorable few minutes in the backseat of his car, dressed as a hooker. So he decides to follow her. Esme is actually a private investigator, working feverishly to extricate her gambler father from his latest debacle. In one night, she needs to recover a painting stolen by the Nazis, return it to the owner for a finder’s fee, and take that fee to her father’s bookie. She doesn’t have time to spare, especially not for Johnny Ramos, who appears out of the blue and insists on following her, then on helping. One night, though, is enough time to revive powerful memories and forge a new relationship. Janzen’s latest is a fun and sexy yarn filled with nonstop action and starring an irresistible bad boy. --Maria Hatton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Description&lt;br /&gt;He's the bad boy she always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the good girl that got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’d know her anywhere. Johnny Ramos had just come off a tour of duty in Afghanistan to find Esmee Alden trolling the mean streets of Denver in red lace and leather. The smartest girl he ever knew turning tricks? Not even close. Esmee’s in danger so deep, only Johnny can get her out—which is why the elite government operative is shadowing her every move. Esmee had everything planned down to the last detail: dressed in disguise, she’d recover a stolen painting and pay off her dad’s ruthless bookie. Until Johnny Ramos, her high school crush, blows into town and nearly blows her cover. Now Esmee, a P.I. and an art- recovery expert, has a mother lode of bad guys on her trail…including the one bad boy she always wanted: Johnny. But passion will have to wait. Because when bullets start flying, suddenly they’re on the run, playing it fast and loose—and heading straight into the line of fire.…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0440244692?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0440244692"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/970wx0b95"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-3466140696932143077?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3466140696932143077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/tara-janzen-loose-and-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3466140696932143077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3466140696932143077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/tara-janzen-loose-and-easy.html' title='Tara Janzen - Loose and Easy'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selq8oo1RPI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ETsR372vtg4/s72-c/loose+easy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-4170779478991039784</id><published>2009-04-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:51:10.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>John Katzenbach - The Wrong Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelqH5Z27AI/AAAAAAAAA3g/l_cgwG9XT9Y/s1600-h/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325904718243228674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelqH5Z27AI/AAAAAAAAA3g/l_cgwG9XT9Y/s200/wrong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A young woman named Ashley Freeman momentarily becomes involved with Michael O'Connell, a violent mass of contradictory loose ends and crossed wires who at the same time is possessed with a canny and savage intelligence. Ashley attempts to terminate the relationship, which O'Connell will not tolerate; he continues to pursue Ashley, both literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's parents, divorced for several years and still struggling with the issues that ended their own relationship, mean well but are woefully ill-prepared to assist their daughter when she comes to them for help. Scott Freeman is a college professor whose street smarts do not extend much farther than the walls of his classroom. Sally Freeman-Richards is an attorney toiling at the low end of a divorce and real estate practice that requires little heavy physical or intellectual lifting other than by rote. Sally's relationship with Hope Frazier, her life partner, is fraying around the edges for reasons that neither woman is able to articulate or prevent. Sally's reliance on the rules and order of law is of little use when dealing with O'Connell, who uses and skirts the system with impunity. As Scott, Sally and Hope come together uneasily to develop and execute an effective plan to deal with the situation, they slowly begin to realize that the conventional order of their respective lives will not provide them with a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of THE WRONG MAN, however, is not the implementation of their plan, or even how well or badly it works. While those factors would have been enough to create an engrossing story, what ultimately drives this tale at lightning speed from page to page is the quiet but electrifying interplay among the characters as they slowly work toward a common goal. As their individual and occasionally secretive plans threaten to inadvertently subvert it, O'Connell's coldly brilliant actions play havoc on each of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the perfect contemporary bogeyman story. People like O'Connell exist; as I write this, the news wires are reporting that a popular 19-year-old film and music starlet is taking action against a man whose behavior, as described, sounds uncannily like O'Connell's. THE WRONG MAN may be fiction, but it is all too real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Amazon.com Editorial Reviews :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starred Review. Bestseller Katzenbach (The Traveler) manages the impressive feat of taking a thriller cliché and using it as the basis for a powerful and complex story. The one-night stand that Ashley Freeman, a Boston art history grad student, has with Michael O'Connell, a determined psychopath, leads to dire consequences. O'Connell quickly moves to obsessively control every aspect of Ashley's life, coupling a relentless will with ingenuity and computer skills that soon ensnare Ashley's loved ones as they seek to protect her from him. When their feeble attempts to buy or scare off O'Connell fail, Ashley's divorced parents, as well as her mother's lesbian partner, embark on a convoluted but ingenious plot of their own. The author deftly shifts perspective among his central characters, raising this page-turner above the run-of-the-mill by making all of them emotionally credible. (Sept.)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0345464842?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0345464842"&gt;Buy Book &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/8o0caj7dd"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-4170779478991039784?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4170779478991039784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-wrong-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/4170779478991039784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/4170779478991039784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/john-katzenbach-wrong-man.html' title='John Katzenbach - The Wrong Man'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelqH5Z27AI/AAAAAAAAA3g/l_cgwG9XT9Y/s72-c/wrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-5403217387727773689</id><published>2009-04-17T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:46:32.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Len Deighton - Declarations of War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelpAVD1a6I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/XlOZXBBOknQ/s1600-h/Len+Deighton+-+Declarations+of+War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325903488716467106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelpAVD1a6I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/XlOZXBBOknQ/s200/Len+Deighton+-+Declarations+of+War.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A collection of war stories which reflect how, although men remember different moments, and remember them differently, they and war remain much the same, from Hannibal's march on Rome to Vietnam. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories are all very short, and they are constructed so that the twist is the most important aspect of every one of them (something more commonly considered a feature of science fiction than other genres - though writers like Frederick Forsythe do this frequently in the thriller). All that most of the stories do is set up the situation, then reveal the twist. This makes them a little short of space for characterisation and so they are filled with stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0586038116?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0586038116"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/dg18ff2tn"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-5403217387727773689?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5403217387727773689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/len-deighton-declarations-of-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5403217387727773689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5403217387727773689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/len-deighton-declarations-of-war.html' title='Len Deighton - Declarations of War'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelpAVD1a6I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/XlOZXBBOknQ/s72-c/Len+Deighton+-+Declarations+of+War.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-3881298384288462014</id><published>2009-04-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:39:41.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Megan Powell - Vocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelnblBS54I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/MJMwHm1LvBQ/s1600-h/vocation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325901757833996162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelnblBS54I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/MJMwHm1LvBQ/s200/vocation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Georg has always known how his life would go. He would take over as Lord when his father died. But when his brother, Marcus, who has been studying with the wizards, suddenly dies, Georg is chosen to take his place. He is far from happy about this, but a member of his family has always been expected to work with the wizards.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; When they refuse to take his other brother, Edward. So he agrees to go. Once there, he realizes there is something peculiar about his brother's death. Nobody seems to be willing to tell exactly what happened to Marcus. So he sets out to find out what happened. He begins by befriending the companions of his late brother. He soon finds out that his brother died from attempting to use a powerful magical relic. He also finds out that he also has the ability to use this relic. Will he agree to use this ability and accept his new position with the wizards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Amazon.com Editorial Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georg has always known how his life would go. He would take over as Lord when his father died. But when his brother, Marcus, who has been studying with the wizards, suddenly dies, Georg is chosen to take his place. He is far from happy about this, but a member of his family has always been expected to work with the wizards. Then they refuse to take his other brother, Edward, so he agrees to go. Once there, he realizes there is something peculiar about his brother's death. Nobody seems to be willing to tell exactly what happened to Marcus. So he sets out to find out what happened. He begins by befriending the companions of his late brother. He soon finds out that his brother died from attempting to use a powerful magical relic. He also finds out that he also has the ability to use this relic. Will he agree to use this ability and accept his new position with the wizards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00107M4GA?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00107M4GA"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/tbk7dzzf2"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-3881298384288462014?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3881298384288462014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/megan-powell-vocation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3881298384288462014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3881298384288462014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/megan-powell-vocation.html' title='Megan Powell - Vocation'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelnblBS54I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/MJMwHm1LvBQ/s72-c/vocation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-6517060729697594162</id><published>2009-04-17T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:35:55.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Ramsey Campbell - Overnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selmk8XpuVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/CUdF8zpzzaY/s1600-h/nighht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325900819208976722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selmk8XpuVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/CUdF8zpzzaY/s200/nighht.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bookstore’s shelves are put in order every night, but every morning, books are found lying all over the floor, many damp and damaged beyond repair. The store’s computers keep acting up, and even when the machines are off, they seem to glow with a spectral gray light..&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things soon go from bad to worse. A salesclerk abruptly loses his ability to read. One employee accuses another of making sexual advances. A hit-and-run in the parking lot claims a life. The security monitors display half-seen things crawling between the stacks.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to pass a company inspection, the manager musters his staff for an overnight inventory. When the last customers reluctantly depart, leaving almost-visible trails of slime shining behind them, the doors are locked, sealing the staff inside for a final orgy of shelving.&lt;br /&gt;The damp, grey, silent things that have been lurking in the basement and hiding in the fog may move slowly, but they are inexorable. This bookstore is the doorway to a hell unlike any other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Amazone.com Editorial Reviews :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acclaim for The Overnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rich and evocative prose serves to wrap scenes in a dense miasma of disturbing images and shadowy shapes. A high water mark of horror.”&lt;br /&gt;--Publishers Weekly (starred review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Slice-of-life characters and fast-paced plotting give a cinematic feel to this tale of modern terror.”--Library Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Psychologically intense, this well-crafted horror tale isn’t for the faint of heart.”--Romantic Times BookClub Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ramsey Campbell’s gift is his ability to transform the profoundly mundane into the profoundly dreadful. The sketches of each character are vivid. The supernatural menace of The Overnight is splendidly vicious, malignant, and vague. The menace manifests itself in a deliciously sly way. The Overnight is a worthy addition to Campbell’s mythic body of work.”--Michael Marano on SciFi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acclaim for The Darkest Part of the Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A gripping horror extravaganza. A richly textured tale of modern horror, it confirms Campbell’s reputation as one of the most formidable dark fantasists working today.”--Publishers Weekly (starred review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Campbell’s masterpiece. Magically fresh and memorable.”--Kirkus Reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This satisfyingly nasty mood piece has one starting at shadows and attending to odd noises in the dark.”--Booklist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some of the imagery here is among Campbell’s most disturbing. One of the most unsettling voices in horror literature, back in fine, eerie form with The Darkest Part of the Woods.”--Fangoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pure dark magic. Amongst the infinite variety on the menu of horror, this is haute cuisine.”--Cemetery Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0765351536?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0765351536"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/mi7ykw1ab"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-6517060729697594162?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6517060729697594162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramsey-campbell-overnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/6517060729697594162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/6517060729697594162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramsey-campbell-overnight.html' title='Ramsey Campbell - Overnight'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selmk8XpuVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/CUdF8zpzzaY/s72-c/nighht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-1723380247937016918</id><published>2009-04-17T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:32:45.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Ramsey Campbell - The Last Voice They Hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Sellqp31aUI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hTriz3iHe9k/s1600-h/last+voice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325899817811274050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Sellqp31aUI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hTriz3iHe9k/s200/last+voice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Geoff is a happily married man with a young son who is the delight of his life. A famous, successful investigative journalist, he is in the middle of a publicity tour when a voice on the phone plunges him into the darkest part of his past, and into a deadly present.&lt;br /&gt;The voice is that of Geoff's long-missing brother, Ben. Ben served as their family's scapegoat -- he was the one blamed for every trouble, large or small. Ben was no innocent -- he performed acts of vandalism; he stole; he seemed, even as a child, to be a borderline sociopath. He was also abused, emotionally and physically, by their father. Without that abuse, what might Ben have become? With it, what "has" Ben become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their childhood, Geoff and Ben played a dark game, with Ben devising fiendish puzzles for his younger brother to solve. Now Ben offers Geoff a new set of clues with a terrible secret at its core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is killing happily married couples, selecting them carefully for the right combination of age and attitude, the right sort of family ties. Ben challenges Geoff to solve the murders ... and warns him that his own family may be in danger if he does not. If Geoff fails, his son may pay the price -- but if he succeeds, will he find that his brother has become a killer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.com Editorial Reviews :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to Campbell's extraordinary horror novel, Nazareth Hill, his new suspense thriller is disappointingly ordinary. Reprising the theme that has dominated his writing for the past decade, Campbell once again contemplates the dismal consequences of the breakdown of the family. The happy married life of young father and investigative reporter Geoff Davenport is shattered when his unbalanced, resentful, long-lost stepbrother, Ben, kidnaps Geoff's three-year-old son. Ben still blames Geoff for the parental abandonment he suffered after his sibling's birth. Incited by Geoff's recent TV documentary on a negligent home for children, Ben has embarked on a crime spree that culminates in the kidnapping. The plot unfolds without complication as a simple cat-and-mouse game in which Ben lures Geoff to an inevitable confrontation through clues keyed to shared childhood experiences. It is the novel's conceit that Geoff's family fails to recognize Ben's identity, but readers will guess easily which peripheral character in the Davenports' social circle to suspect. Although Campbell provides moments of tension that rival his most chilling terrors (including a riveting finale), these are just tentative shocks in an otherwise slack crime drama. It's a tribute to his precise characters and dialogue that this predictable story still compels attention, yet one senses Campbell is just marking time before his next horror opus.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0812541944?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0812541944"&gt;Buy Book &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/ld9ltd0zp"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-1723380247937016918?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1723380247937016918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramsey-campbell-last-voice-they-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1723380247937016918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1723380247937016918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramsey-campbell-last-voice-they-hear.html' title='Ramsey Campbell - The Last Voice They Hear'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Sellqp31aUI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hTriz3iHe9k/s72-c/last+voice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-6010983736866661431</id><published>2009-04-17T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:28:38.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Richard Matheson - A Stir of Echoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selkw9kBXdI/AAAAAAAAA24/5oW4VauH5xY/s1600-h/Stir+of.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325898826664467922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selkw9kBXdI/AAAAAAAAA24/5oW4VauH5xY/s200/Stir+of.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In A Stir of Echoes we are presented with a perfectly ordinary man leading a perfectly ordinary life who is one day suddenly confronted with the extraordinary. The man's name is Tom Wallace and one evening he and his wife, Anne, and his brother-in-law, Philip, who is in town for a couple of days, attend a get-together being held at Tom and Anne's next door neighbor's house. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;A few other couples from the neighborhood are present and it is in front of this captive audience that Philip hypnotizes Tom, a skeptic of the highest order who believes that there is no way he could ever be hypnotized. Of course, he is wrong, is, in fact, one of the best subjects Philip has ever worked with. Tom is told that while he was under he was "stretched out like a board between two chairs" and that Philip had "run a cigarette lighter flame along both of (his) exposed legs" and stuck pins into his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom felt no pain and remembers none of this. Strange stuff, indeed, if not a little disquieting. And the events that occur after the hypnosis are all the more disquieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Tom can't sleep. Thoughts tumble relentlessly through his head and he finds himself in a state of restlessness he has never before experienced. All of his senses seem acutely attuned to his surroundings. Does all of this have something to do with his earlier experience? Rising from bed, he walks through the dark house, gets a drink of water, makes his way to the living room and sits in an easy chair trying to collect his thoughts, to understand what is happening to him. And that's when he sees her, a strange woman in the room with him, a woman he can see right through. A ghost. If that's not bad enough Tom goes on to discover that he now has awareness of events - - like his mother-in-law's sudden illness - - that he could not possibly have any knowledge of and it seems that he now can, to some extent, look into the minds of his friends and neighbors. Of course, what he sees there is usually quite unexpected and unpleasant leading to some of the book's more powerful scenes. Just what in the world is happening to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0765361175?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0765361175"&gt;Buy Book &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/ro4us6h7y"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-6010983736866661431?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6010983736866661431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/richard-matheson-stir-of-echoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/6010983736866661431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/6010983736866661431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/richard-matheson-stir-of-echoes.html' title='Richard Matheson - A Stir of Echoes'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selkw9kBXdI/AAAAAAAAA24/5oW4VauH5xY/s72-c/Stir+of.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-969101128986339096</id><published>2009-04-17T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:23:28.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Richard Matheson - Shock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeljlVOh5vI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8afdFKQDPN4/s1600-h/Richard+Matheson+-+Shock!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325897527346718450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeljlVOh5vI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8afdFKQDPN4/s200/Richard+Matheson+-+Shock!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's easy to drive people out of their minds - here's how you drive them out of their bodies! All - devouring teenage temptresses - the ultimate weopons of war! One of the cruellest mass-murders in history - repeated after seventy years. This time from beyond the grave! Here is a magnificently macabre collection of bizarre and bloodcurdling chillers from the modern Master of Horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000U0OYG6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000U0OYG6"&gt;Buy Book &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/79enq0ydq"&gt;Download Ebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-969101128986339096?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/969101128986339096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/richard-matheson-shock.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/969101128986339096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/969101128986339096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/richard-matheson-shock.html' title='Richard Matheson - Shock!'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeljlVOh5vI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8afdFKQDPN4/s72-c/Richard+Matheson+-+Shock!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-2347327990092949953</id><published>2009-04-17T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:18:25.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeliZ72xw4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/-lFZ6cVFcZI/s1600-h/Sean+Michael+-+Guardians+of+the+Wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325896232046019458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeliZ72xw4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/-lFZ6cVFcZI/s200/Sean+Michael+-+Guardians+of+the+Wind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After parting ways with their traveling companions Aline and Mirran, Windbrothers Surial and Kade find themselves traveling, searching for what remains of Kade's tribe, for a place they can call home. They also find their relationship deepening, unable to deny the attraction that exists between them. Kade's freedom from slavery and Surial's release from his family's tyranny allow them to explore the boundaries of their bond, which goes far beyond Kade's ability to help Surial recover from using his healing gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they rejoice in discovering new intimacy, Kade follows where the winds lead, trying to stop the slavers who would destroy his people. Surial isn't sure he can bear it if Kade becomes a killer, and he can't help but voice his worries, making Kade worry that he will lose his One through his own actions. Can these two very different men find a way to keep their fledgling love alive, or will it be over before they really begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.com Editorial Reviews :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Description&lt;br /&gt;After parting ways with their traveling companions Aline and Mirran, Windbrothers Surial and Kade find themselves traveling, searching for what remains of Kade's tribe, for a place they can call home. They also find their relationship deepening, unable to deny the attraction that exists between them. Kade's freedom from slavery and Surial's release from his family's tyranny allow them to explore the boundaries of their bond, which goes far beyond Kade's ability to help Surial recover from using his healing gift. While they rejoice in discovering new intimacy, Kade follows where the winds lead, trying to stop the slavers who would destroy his people. Surial isn't sure he can bear it if Kade becomes a killer, and he can't help but voice his worries, making Kade worry that he will lose his One through his own actions. Can these two very different men find a way to keep their fledgling love alive, or will it be over before they really begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1603704590?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1603704590"&gt;Buy Book &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/zvgwtjqmd"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-2347327990092949953?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2347327990092949953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-parting-ways-with-their-traveling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2347327990092949953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2347327990092949953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-parting-ways-with-their-traveling.html' title=''/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeliZ72xw4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/-lFZ6cVFcZI/s72-c/Sean+Michael+-+Guardians+of+the+Wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-8796715626287373233</id><published>2009-04-17T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:15:00.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Stephanie Bedwell - Timeslide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selhk-T_-QI/AAAAAAAAA2g/tHoeYCiVDWc/s1600-h/timeslide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325895322172389634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selhk-T_-QI/AAAAAAAAA2g/tHoeYCiVDWc/s200/timeslide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were losing the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That much was obvious. We could see our fate in the battered equipment that fell apart beneath our fingertips. We were so desperate for parts, we'd taken to scavenging our own craft just to keep a few ships in the air. The army could barely feed us. We were down to one lukewarm, watery meal a day and our uniforms were ripped and worn beyond recognition. We stole the boots off our fallen comrades rather than freeze to death in what had to be the most desolate hell hole in the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamma 6 was cold, so cold it defied definition. Even the air you thought was safe to breathe froze in your throat before the heating systems in the ships kicked in. The most sophisticated equipment was rendered useless by the penetrating ice. We were so thoroughly chilled I swore I would never be warm again. The only thing that helped us forget the demoralizing frost was alcohol. We drank with hopeless abandon, booze being the only supply we had an abundance of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were, the most bedraggled, filthy lot to ever call themselves an army, drinking with determined grimness, the night before the battle that would decide our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk, and I didn't care if the troops saw it. Salvation was impossible at this point, fighting a mere formality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a prophetic drunken haze, I wondered what the Malvarians would do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with us: line us up and shoot us, or simply raze the planet and forget about us until the radiation died down enough to re-colonize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest in : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/w7wn2bx84"&gt;DownloaD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-8796715626287373233?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8796715626287373233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephanie-bedwell-timeslide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8796715626287373233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8796715626287373233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephanie-bedwell-timeslide.html' title='Stephanie Bedwell - Timeslide'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Selhk-T_-QI/AAAAAAAAA2g/tHoeYCiVDWc/s72-c/timeslide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-4900346495086046729</id><published>2009-04-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:08:28.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Steven Saylor - Roma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Self-vynp3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xXMS1-Zafm0/s1600-h/Steven+Saylor+-+Roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325893565927630706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Self-vynp3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xXMS1-Zafm0/s200/Steven+Saylor+-+Roma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spanning a thousand years, and following the shifting fortunes of two families though the ages, this is the epic saga of Rome, the city and its people.&lt;br /&gt;Weaving history, legend, and new archaeological discoveries into a spellbinding narrative, critically acclaimed novelist Steven Saylor gives new life to the drama of the city’s first thousand years — from the founding of the city by the ill-fated twins Romulus and Remus, through Rome’s astonishing ascent to become the capitol of the most powerful empire in history. Roma recounts the tragedy of the hero-traitor Coriolanus, the capture of the city by the Gauls, the invasion of Hannibal, the bitter political struggles of the patricians and plebeians, and the ultimate death of Rome’s republic with the triumph, and assassination, of Julius Caesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing this history, and sometimes playing key roles, are the descendents of two of Rome’s first families, the Potitius and Pinarius clans: One is the confidant of Romulus. One is born a slave and tempts a Vestal virgin to break her vows. One becomes a mass murderer. And one becomes the heir of Julius Caesar. Linking the generations is a&lt;br /&gt;mysterious talisman as ancient as the city itself.&lt;br /&gt;Epic in every sense of the word, Roma is a panoramic historical saga and Saylor’s finest achievement to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.com editorial Reviews :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Author of the critically acclaimed Roma Sub Rosa series of historical mysteries, Saylor (The Judgment of Caesar) breaks out on an epic scale in this sprawling novel tracing Rome's extraordinary development over five centuries, as seen through the eyes of succeeding generations of one of its founding families. Skipping over several generations at a time, Saylor puts the Potitii family descendants at the side of Romulus and Remus at the official founding of the city; of Scipio Africanus during the Punic Wars; of the legendary reformers Tiberius and Gaius Gracchus during the turbulent second-century B.C.; and of Julius and Augustus Caesar as the Republic ebbs into Empire. Solidly anchored in fact and vividly imagined, this long book moves at a sprightly clip and features some vibrant personages. One of the most memorable is Pinaria, a Vestal Virgin who loses her innocence to a enigmatic slave, and secondaries such as the deformed giant Cacus who terrorizes the early Roman settlement. Linked by blood and by a gold amulet (in the shape of a winged phallus) that is passed from generation to generation, the Potitii family gets to see some fascinating things. (Mar.)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review&lt;br /&gt;Roma resurrects the world's greatest city state, but also puts human flesh on the bones of history and installs a beating heart sizzling with passion. Fans of Steven Saylor will savor this novel; fans of ancient Rome will thrill to Saylor's in-depth understanding of Roman lifeways and be dazzled by the speed and sureness of the story....The shades of nobles, plebes, tribunes, and emperors past surely are united in giving him a thumbs up. -- Kilian Melloy, Edge/Boston, March 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livy meets Michener in this sprawling, episodic 1000-year novel of the rise of ancient Rome from its first settlement to the assassination of Julius Caesar....Saylor's gift for dramatic narrative brings alive familiar tales from Roman history... touching and compelling. -- Kirkus, February 1, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Steven Saylor's Roman empire never fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A modern master of historical fiction, Saylor has built his reputation on an ongoing series of ancient-world mysteries that have cumulatively and poignantly traced the collapse of the Roman republic. Now the well-regarded author stretches to even more epic goals for Roma, a sprawling novel that uses two families to tell the history of Rome from its beginnings in 1000 B.C. as a stop on the salt trade route to the founding of the empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In content and scope, Roma calls to mind James Michener's best-selling string of mammoth popular histories...In literary tone, however, and in its attempt to posit a plausible truth beneath Rome's well-worn myths, it invites comparison to such landmarks of the genre as Mary Renault's The King Must Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing in a spare, elegant style shorn of excess description, Saylor convincingly transports us into the ancient world...What Saylor has produced is not just the history of Rome, but the history of history -- of the way fact is buried by myth and of the way societies cling to traditions even when the meanings behind them are lost to memory...by the end, those stories have cohered into one, enthralling whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Copyright 2007 USA TODAY, a division of Gannett Co. Inc. -- USA Today, March 6, 2007 --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001FOR5JY?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001FOR5JY"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/tim2eerak"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-4900346495086046729?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4900346495086046729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/steven-saylor-roma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/4900346495086046729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/4900346495086046729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/steven-saylor-roma.html' title='Steven Saylor - Roma'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Self-vynp3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xXMS1-Zafm0/s72-c/Steven+Saylor+-+Roma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-5509110993444787084</id><published>2009-04-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:03:35.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Susan Elizabeth Phillips - Glitter Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeleB-vGnZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/agZTZPGTPxM/s1600-h/Susan+Elizabeth+Phillips+-+Glitter+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325891422455766418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeleB-vGnZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/agZTZPGTPxM/s200/Susan+Elizabeth+Phillips+-+Glitter+Baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Welcome to the world of the Glitter Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleur Savagar is the most beautiful woman in the world . . . to everyone but herself. With her oversized hands and paddle-boat feet, her streaky blond hair and funny green eyes, she lives a life filled with secrets that began before she was born. That was when her bewitching mother left home to find James Dean and met Errol Flynn instead. Now Fleur has to grow up quickly, and life won't make that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake Koranda is both New York's most brilliant playwright and Hollywood's hottest actor. Difficult, talented, and tormented, he has no patience for international glamour girls, not even ones with beautiful bodies and smart-aleck mouths. But there's more to the Glitter Baby than shine, and Fleur's tougher than Jake expects. Even with the odds stacked against her, she's fiercely determined to discover the woman she's destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ugly duckling who can't believe she's turned into a swan . . . A tough-guy movie star with a haunted past . . . In a land of broken dreams, can two unlikely lovers trust their hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0061438561?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=fiurbr-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0061438561"&gt;Buy Book&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/xqvgp5m0c"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-5509110993444787084?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5509110993444787084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-elizabeth-phillips-glitter-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5509110993444787084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5509110993444787084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-elizabeth-phillips-glitter-baby.html' title='Susan Elizabeth Phillips - Glitter Baby'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeleB-vGnZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/agZTZPGTPxM/s72-c/Susan+Elizabeth+Phillips+-+Glitter+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-5700823813215421001</id><published>2009-04-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:52:27.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Susan Mallery - Falling for Gracie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelcWktJJhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5hrJ67zUIKQ/s1600-h/Falling+For+Gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325889577222219282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelcWktJJhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5hrJ67zUIKQ/s200/Falling+For+Gracie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Los Lobos, fourteen years old Gracie Landon fell in love with eighteen years old Riley Whitefield, but he rejected her as being too young while seeing someone else. Her antics got so out of hand that the local media coverage became known as the Gracie Chronicles; her family, in desperation, shipped Gracie off to live with relatives out of state. Riley married and divorced Pam while Gracie never returned to her hometown for the next fourteen years embarrassed by how she behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie returns home for her younger sister's wedding, but plans to keep a low profile until her older sister coaxes her to help her find who her spouse Zeke is cheating with. Since he is Riley's campaign manager in his run for mayor, the siblings start there. However, Riley catches a mortified Gracie. She explains to Riley what she was doing. He needs to become mayor if he wants to inherit his uncle's 97 million estate and worries that a scandal by Zeke could hurt his campaign. As they work to uncover the truth about Zeke's nocturnal activities, they fall in love, but sensible Gracie refuses to take any risks when it comes to Riley and Pam is back causing further woes to make her seem unbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second chance at love (at least on her part) is a fun tale as Riley realizes he is FALLING FOR GRACIE, but no one believes him including himself while she concludes that she still loves him and compares men to him. Though the suspense is soft as Mayor Franklin Yardley also has 97 million reasons to insure he is reelected, contemporary fans will fall for Gracie and Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriet Klausner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Harriet Klausner&lt;br /&gt;Posted February 20, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary&lt;br /&gt;First comes love, then comes marriage. . . Or that was Gracie's plan, anyway, at the ripe old age of fourteen. She loved eighteen-year-old heartthrob Riley with a desperation that made her a town legend. Even now that she's all grown up, the locals in sleepy Los Lobos won't let her forget her youthful crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .but it's not as easy as it looks. And how can she, when she's face-to-face with Riley at every turn? The onetime bad boy has come back to town seeking respectability-but the sparks that fly between them are anything but respectable! Gracie's determined to keep her distance, but when someone sets out to ruin both their reputations, the two discover that first love is sometimes better the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://thebestreviews.com/review26225"&gt;thebestreviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebestreviews.com/review26225"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://depositfiles.com/files/c23x2s0xj"&gt;Download Ebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-5700823813215421001?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5700823813215421001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-mallery-falling-for-gracie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5700823813215421001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5700823813215421001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-mallery-falling-for-gracie.html' title='Susan Mallery - Falling for Gracie'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SelcWktJJhI/AAAAAAAAA2I/5hrJ67zUIKQ/s72-c/Falling+For+Gracie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-8899890811707003291</id><published>2009-04-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:47:59.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Tyson (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seiyh9AFhYI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8Bp7Dfaxxg4/s1600-h/tyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325702855745963394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seiyh9AFhYI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8Bp7Dfaxxg4/s200/tyson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release Date: April 24, 2009 (LA/NY)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Documentary&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 90 minutes&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: Rated R for language including sexual references.&lt;br /&gt;Director: James Toback&lt;br /&gt;Writer: James Toback&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Mike Tyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former heavyweight champion Mike Tyson examines his own life in and out of the ring with a candor that is brutally honest. Through a mixture of original interviews, archival footage and photographs, a surprisingly complex, fully-rounded human being emerges. The film ranges from Tyson's earliest memories of growing up on the mean streets of Brooklyn through his entry into the world of boxing, including his rollercoaster ride through the funhouse of worldwide fame and his fortunes won and lost. It's the story of a uniquely controversial athlete, a figure conjuring radical questions of race, class, and a man who arose from the most debased circumstances and soared to seemingly unlimited heights, followed by destruction generated by hubris, like a character out of classical tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8rqez_mike-tyson-2009-trailer-bandeannonc_sport&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8rqez_mike-tyson-2009-trailer-bandeannonc_sport&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="285" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8rqez_mike-tyson-2009-trailer-bandeannonc_sport"&gt;Mike Tyson- 2009 trailer Bande-Annonce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/chuteboxe57"&gt;chuteboxe57&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-8899890811707003291?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8899890811707003291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/tyson-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8899890811707003291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8899890811707003291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/tyson-2009.html' title='Tyson (2009)'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seiyh9AFhYI/AAAAAAAAA2A/8Bp7Dfaxxg4/s72-c/tyson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-7804286481822224027</id><published>2009-04-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:42:44.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Soloist (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seixa4tx5uI/AAAAAAAAA14/VunaIIg6Kp0/s1600-h/soloist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701634824726242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seixa4tx5uI/AAAAAAAAA14/VunaIIg6Kp0/s200/soloist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Release Date: April 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Drama&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 109 minutes&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: Rated PG-13 for thematic elements, some drug use and language.&lt;br /&gt;Director: Joe Wright&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Susannah Grant&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Jamie Foxx, Robert Downey Jr., Rachael Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalist Steve Lopez discovers Nathaniel Anthony Ayers , a former classical music prodigy, playing his violin on the streets of L.A. As Lopez endeavors to help the homeless man find his way back, a unique friendship is formed, one that transforms both their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="291"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8yji2_the-soloist-2009-tv-spot-2_shortfilms&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8yji2_the-soloist-2009-tv-spot-2_shortfilms&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="291" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8yji2_the-soloist-2009-tv-spot-2_shortfilms"&gt;The Soloist (2009) - TV Spot #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/joecool85"&gt;joecool85&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-7804286481822224027?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7804286481822224027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/soloist-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/7804286481822224027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/7804286481822224027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/soloist-2009.html' title='The Soloist (2009)'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seixa4tx5uI/AAAAAAAAA14/VunaIIg6Kp0/s72-c/soloist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-2575084435147965442</id><published>2009-04-17T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:37:59.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Fighting (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeiwRyP4rcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/dcTQhNBnJZA/s1600-h/fighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325700378958278082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeiwRyP4rcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/dcTQhNBnJZA/s200/fighting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Release Date: April 24, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Drama&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 105 minutes&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: Rated PG-13 for intense fight sequences, a sex scene and brief strong language.&lt;br /&gt;Director: Dito Montiel&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Dito Montiel&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Terrence Howard, Channing Tatum, Zulay Henao, Luis Guzman, Cung Le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fighting" is a rough-hewn heroic tale about realizing dreams of glory, putting audiences ringside at high-stakes underground street fights. Channing Tatum stars as Sean Arthur, a young man who scrapes up a living hustling counterfeit merchandise in NYC. With family tragedy in his past and his father keeping him at a distance, this outsider has little to motivate him. A chance encounter with veteran street-fighting coach Harvey Boarden (Terrence Howard) leads to a whole new career for Sean. The ensuing bouts get tough, especially with the criminal element horning in, so Sean gets tougher. He will fight to win, not only the prize money but also the unexpected new relationships that are strengthening him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="281"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x7z9o7_fighting-trailer-bandeannonce-hd-vo_shortfilms&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x7z9o7_fighting-trailer-bandeannonce-hd-vo_shortfilms&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="281" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7z9o7_fighting-trailer-bandeannonce-hd-vo_shortfilms"&gt;Fighting - Trailer / Bande-Annonce HD [VO]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Lyricis"&gt;Lyricis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-2575084435147965442?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2575084435147965442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/fighting-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2575084435147965442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2575084435147965442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/fighting-2009.html' title='Fighting (2009)'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeiwRyP4rcI/AAAAAAAAA1w/dcTQhNBnJZA/s72-c/fighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-3803118927832944759</id><published>2009-04-17T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:31:46.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Crank: High Voltage (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeiuiL8vVyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lfTjtZn_R24/s1600-h/crank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325698461711947554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeiuiL8vVyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lfTjtZn_R24/s200/crank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Release Date: April 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Action&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 85 minutes&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: Rated R for frenetic strong bloody violence throughout, crude and graphic sexual content, nudity and pervasive language.&lt;br /&gt;Director: Mark Neveldine, Brian Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Mark Neveldine, Brian Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Jason Statham, Amy Smart, Dwight Yoakam, Efren Ramirez, Clifton Collins Jr., Bai Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last saw Chev Chelios (Statham), it appeared as though the assassin had met his maker. Wrong. As his story continues, Chelios hunts down the mobster who stole his nearly indestructible heart and replaced it with a battery-powered ticker that requires regular jolts of electricity to keep working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x840e8_crank-2-high-voltage-full-hdtrailer_shortfilms&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x840e8_crank-2-high-voltage-full-hdtrailer_shortfilms&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="280" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x840e8_crank-2-high-voltage-full-hdtrailer_shortfilms"&gt;Crank 2 High Voltage Full HDTrailer 1b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/cine-centre"&gt;cine-centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-3803118927832944759?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3803118927832944759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/crank-high-voltage-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3803118927832944759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3803118927832944759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/crank-high-voltage-2009.html' title='Crank: High Voltage (2009)'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SeiuiL8vVyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/lfTjtZn_R24/s72-c/crank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-8556625573541755339</id><published>2009-04-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:25:08.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Dragonball Evolution (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seird-DI_2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/0R1Emw-3b_w/s1600-h/dragonball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325695090726338402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seird-DI_2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/0R1Emw-3b_w/s200/dragonball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Release Date: April 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Sci-Fi, Action&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 100 minutes&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: Rated PG for intense sequences of action/violence and brief mild language.&lt;br /&gt;Director: James Wong&lt;br /&gt;Writer: James Wong&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Justin Chatwin, James Marsters, Jamie Chung, Emmy Rossum, Eriko Tamura, Joon Park, Chow Yun-Fat, Texas Battle, Randall Duk Kim, Ernie Hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dragonball" is adapted from the manga created by Akira Toriyama; the work was also turned into a Japanese anime series that played all over the world. It tells the story of an alien sent to destroy Earth, who has a change of heart and decides to join the humans in their fight against various aliens and bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;[Based on] The King Piccolo Saga [Dragonball], also known as the Piccolo Daimaoh Saga (Demon Lord Piccolo Saga) is the penultimate saga from the anime Dragon Ball. It occurs after the Tien Shinhan Saga and precedes the Piccolo Junior Saga. It includes the battles between Goku and King Piccolo's sons, Goku's first encounter with the Samurai warrior, Yajirobe, Goku's quest to find the Holy Water, his final battle with young King Piccolo, and the birth of Piccolo Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearances also made by Yamcha and Bulma but regretably not Bwar or Oolong, nor even Krillin. Ox King and his Daughter Chi Chi are speculated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="221"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5me0j_dragon-ball-trailer-2009_webcam&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5me0j_dragon-ball-trailer-2009_webcam&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5me0j_dragon-ball-trailer-2009_webcam"&gt;DRAGON BALL TRAILER 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/AMALLULLA"&gt;AMALLULLA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-8556625573541755339?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8556625573541755339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/dragonball-evolution-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8556625573541755339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8556625573541755339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/dragonball-evolution-2009.html' title='Dragonball Evolution (2009)'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seird-DI_2I/AAAAAAAAA1g/0R1Emw-3b_w/s72-c/dragonball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-816195983179485432</id><published>2009-04-17T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:14:18.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Fast and Furious (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seiqi7eUGoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/v6Dw-DKuqq0/s1600-h/2fast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325694076422724226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seiqi7eUGoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/v6Dw-DKuqq0/s200/2fast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Release Date: April 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Action&lt;br /&gt;Running Time: 99 minutes&lt;br /&gt;MPAA Rating: Rated PG-13 for intense sequences of violence and action, some sexual content, language and drug references.&lt;br /&gt;Director: Justin Lin&lt;br /&gt;Writer: Chris Morgan&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Vin Diesel, Paul Walker, Michelle Rodriguez, Jordana Brewster, John Ortiz, Laz Alonso, Gal Gadot, Shea Whigham, Tego Calderon, Liza Lapira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Vin Diesel and Paul Walker reteam for the ultimate chapter of the franchise built on speed -- "Fast and Furious." Heading back to the streets where it all began, they rejoin Michelle Rodriguez and Jordana Brewster to blast muscle, tuner and exotic cars across Los Angeles and floor through the Mexican desert in the new high-octane action-thriller.&lt;br /&gt;When a crime brings them back to L.A., fugitive ex-con Dom Toretto (Diesel) reignites his feud with agent Brian O'Conner (Walker). But as they are forced to confront a shared enemy, Dom and Brian must give in to an uncertain new trust if they hope to outmanuever him. And from convoy heists to precision tunnel crawls across international lines, two men will find the best way to get revenge: push the limits of what's possible behind the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-816195983179485432?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/816195983179485432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-and-furious-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/816195983179485432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/816195983179485432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-and-furious-2009.html' title='Fast and Furious (2009)'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/Seiqi7eUGoI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/v6Dw-DKuqq0/s72-c/2fast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-5382370439535744433</id><published>2009-03-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:46:48.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>MoreNiche™</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScKuwdBQqAI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ye_OFGatjpc/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 51px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScKuwdBQqAI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ye_OFGatjpc/s200/logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315002657697474562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is Affiliate Marketing  &amp;amp; MoreNiche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoreNiche™ is a premium affiliate network, which allows you to earn large commisions for promoting highly desirable products and services online. For every conversion (sale, lead, phone call) you make, we will pay you up to $300.00. To make it even easier, we provide you with everything you need including marketing tools, free websites and 1on1 support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;You will be paid on the 10th and 26th of every month by a payment method of your choice . As a further incentive to get started, we will automatically enter you in to our Cash Activation Bonus system. This program rewards you with $45.00 just for &lt;a href="http://www.moreniche.com/join.html?w=149884&amp;amp;ttp=3"&gt;joining and getting started&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does affiliate marketing work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works the same as any other commercial referral scheme. For example, if you was to refer your friend to your local bank, then your bank would give you a gift for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;With affiliate marketing instead of referring your friend, you refer online surfers to a selection of different product/service offerings. In return you are rewarded with large commisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScKufhmbm9I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ypwWYn3PL6E/s1600-h/mn-graphic-affiliate-how-works.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScKufhmbm9I/AAAAAAAAAw8/ypwWYn3PL6E/s200/mn-graphic-affiliate-how-works.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315002366869347282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;MoreNiche™ provides you with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * The tracking technology which generates you a unique Affiliate ID (AF10002 for example) and URL that you use to refer online surfers. This ensures you get credited for a conversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * 100's of free websites for you to use. We will also show you how to edit your website and add copy. 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MoreNiche™ is free to join and our Cash Activation Bonus scheme rewards you with $45.00 just for &lt;a href="http://www.moreniche.com/join.html?w=149884&amp;amp;ttp=3"&gt;getting started&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-5382370439535744433?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5382370439535744433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/moreniche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5382370439535744433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5382370439535744433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/moreniche.html' title='MoreNiche™'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScKuwdBQqAI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ye_OFGatjpc/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-6574062522909272592</id><published>2009-03-18T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:35:29.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Hart's War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEwq-CWJjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/NhGVkl8sLzM/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEwq-CWJjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/NhGVkl8sLzM/s200/books.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314582550039373362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now he was an old man who liked to take chances.&lt;br /&gt;In the distance, he counted three separate waterspouts bridging the space between the slick blue water surface at the edge of the Gulf Stream and the gray-black phalanx of clouds belonging to the approaching late-afternoon thunderstorms moving steadily out of the west. The waterspouts were narrow cones of darkness, swirling with all the force their landed cousins, tornadoes, had. They were less subtle, though; they did not possess the terrifying suddenness that belonged to storms on the land. They grew instead out of the inexorable buildup of heat and wind and water, finally arcing between the clouds and the ocean. They seemed to the old man to be stately, moving heavily across the waves. They were visible from miles away, and thus easier to avoid—which is what every other boat working the edge of the great river of water that flows north from deep in the warmth of the Caribbean had already done. The old man was left alone on the sea, bobbing up and down on the slow rhythms of the waves, his boat's engine quiet, the twin baits he'd set out earlier lying flat and motionless on the water's inky surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared at the three spirals and thought to himself that the spouts were perhaps five miles distant, but the winds racing within each funnel at more than two hundred miles per hour could leap those miles easily. As he watched, it occurred to him that the waterspouts had gradually picked up their pace, as if they'd grown lighter, and suddenly more nimble.&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to be dancing together as they moved toward him, like two eager men who kept cutting in on each other on the dance floor as they jockeyed for the attentions of an attractive young lady. One would stop and wait patiently while the other two-moved in a slow circle, then suddenly swing closer, while the other bounced aside. A minuet, he thought, danced by courtiers at a Renaissance court. He shook his head. That wasn't quite right. Again he watched the dark funnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-6574062522909272592?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/6574062522909272592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/harts-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/6574062522909272592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/6574062522909272592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/harts-war.html' title='Hart&apos;s War'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEwq-CWJjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/NhGVkl8sLzM/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-1974491043753241300</id><published>2009-03-18T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:32:24.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Boy In the Striped Pajamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEv-ojbBXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YvFAgAxr9qM/s1600-h/GentleManPrint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEv-ojbBXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YvFAgAxr9qM/s200/GentleManPrint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314581788358280562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One afternoon, when Bruno came home from school, he was surprised to find Maria, the family's maid—who always kept her head bowed and never looked up from the carpet—standing in his bedroom, pulling all his belongings out of the wardrobe and packing them in four large wooden crates, even the things he'd hidden at the back that belonged to him and were nobody else's business.&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing?' he asked in as polite a tone as he could muster, for although he wasn't happy to come home and find someone going through his possessions, his mother had always told him that he was to treat Maria respectfully and not just imitate the Way Father spoke to her. 'You take your hands off my things.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria shook her head and pointed towards the staircase behind him, where Bruno's mother had just appeared. She was a tall woman with long red hair that she bundled into a sort of net behind her head, and she was twisting her hands together nervously as if there was something she didn't want to have to say or something she didn't want to have to believe.&lt;br /&gt;'Mother,' said Bruno, marching towards her, 'what's going on? Why is Maria going through my things?'&lt;br /&gt;'She's packing them,' explained Mother.&lt;br /&gt;'Packing them?' he asked, running quickly through the events of the previous few days to consider whether he'd been particularly naughty or had used those words out loud that he wasn't allowed to use and was being sent away because of it. He couldn't think of anything though. In fact over the last few days he had behaved in a perfectly decent manner to everyone and couldn't remember causing any chaos at all. 'Why?' he asked then. 'What have I done?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-1974491043753241300?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1974491043753241300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-in-striped-pajamas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1974491043753241300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1974491043753241300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/boy-in-striped-pajamas.html' title='Boy In the Striped Pajamas'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEv-ojbBXI/AAAAAAAAAwc/YvFAgAxr9qM/s72-c/GentleManPrint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-5997552703486487467</id><published>2009-03-18T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:29:01.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Rocky Road to Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEvIPAuLcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/acvAYNMlYxI/s1600-h/books.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEvIPAuLcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/acvAYNMlYxI/s200/books.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314580853788913090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tall, dark, and deliciously dangerous boss . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the delightful, daffy Dog Lady of station WZZZ offered to take on the temporary job of traffic reporter, Steve Crow tried to think of reasons to turn Daisy Adams down. Perhaps he knew that sharing the close quarters of a car with her for hours would give the handsome program director no room to resist her quirky charms. He'd always favored low-slung sportscars and high-heeled women, but that was before he fell for a free spirit who caught crooks by accident, loved old people and pets, and had just too many jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Daisy turned Steve's life upside down, especially once he adopted Bob, a huge dog masquerading as a couch potato. But was Daisy finally ready to play for keeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-5997552703486487467?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5997552703486487467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocky-road-to-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5997552703486487467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5997552703486487467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocky-road-to-romance.html' title='The Rocky Road to Romance'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEvIPAuLcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/acvAYNMlYxI/s72-c/books.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-2068606105167890864</id><published>2009-03-18T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:26:15.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving (v5.0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEuc7dUU9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/pmVy9pTpHZ8/s1600-h/GentleManPrint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEuc7dUU9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/pmVy9pTpHZ8/s200/GentleManPrint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314580109805769682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Megan Murphy scuffed through a thick layer of autumn leaves in her round - toed, black leather, gold - buckled shoes. Regulation colonial clodhoppers, she thought happily, bending over to pick leaves out of her buckles. Especially stylish with her blue - flowered thermal underwear and thick gray woolen socks. Yup, she was a real eighteenth - century sex goddess. But hey, it was cold out. Besides, what did the average slovenly trollop wear back then? Silk teddies and designer panty hose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did a little tap dance in her big black shoes and kicked at the leaves. When she was a child the leaves in her yard had been immediately whisked away. They were packed in leaf bags, sucked into leaf suckers, or pulverized by the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-2068606105167890864?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2068606105167890864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanksgiving-v50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2068606105167890864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2068606105167890864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanksgiving-v50.html' title='Thanksgiving (v5.0)'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEuc7dUU9I/AAAAAAAAAwM/pmVy9pTpHZ8/s72-c/GentleManPrint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-9051060972163315634</id><published>2009-03-18T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:22:10.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>In the Electric Mist with Confederate Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEtjC-zZUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gttNsL2hKGI/s1600-h/books.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEtjC-zZUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gttNsL2hKGI/s200/books.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314579115392853314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PAST MEETS PRESENT IN THE LOUISIANA SWAMPS&lt;br /&gt;The image of the dead girl's body lingered in detective Dave Robicheaux's mind as he drove home. After seeing the young victim's corpse, the last thing he needed to come across was a drunk driver. But when he saw the Cadillac fishtail across the road, Robicheaux knew the driver was in trouble. What Dave didn't realize, was that by pulling the car over, he was opening his murder case wider than he could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;The driver, Elrod Sykes, in New Iberia to star in a movie, leads Dave to the skeletal remains of a black man that had washed up in the Atchafalaya swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins a mystery that takes Dave back to an unsolved murder -- a murder that he witnessed in 1957. Haunted by the past as he confronts the gruesome present - day rape and murder of young prostitutes, Robicheaux must also contend with a new partner from the F.B.I., and the local criminal gentry. But for Dave, the answers he seeks lie somewhere in the bayou mist with the ghosts of soldiers long since forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;A masterwork of detective fiction, "In the Electric Mist With Confederate Dead" is James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-9051060972163315634?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/9051060972163315634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-electric-mist-with-confederate-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/9051060972163315634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/9051060972163315634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-electric-mist-with-confederate-dead.html' title='In the Electric Mist with Confederate Dead'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEtjC-zZUI/AAAAAAAAAwE/gttNsL2hKGI/s72-c/books.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-1677512129591735275</id><published>2009-03-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:10:32.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>Etiquette Of A Gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEq9Q9mz4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/QIRKmbm5aaQ/s1600-h/GentleManPrint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEq9Q9mz4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/QIRKmbm5aaQ/s200/GentleManPrint.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314576267287646082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One only needs to take a quick glance around to notice that there are very few true gentlemen remaining among us. In times past, a gentleman was much appreciated and being gentlemanly was a noble thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, things have changed in today's society; some for the better and some for the worse. One thing that particularly irks me is the lack of good taste and etiquette most guys are guilty of at the turn of this new millennium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that men should act like robots and be slaves to etiquette, but some basic good manners will go a long way in helping you during your ascent to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done is compile a quick list of tips that will help turn even the most blundering fool into a proper gentleman. Follow these simple tips and I can assure you that people will perceive you as a man of good breeding and taste, hence a man they wish to associate and conduct business with. Not to mention the fact that the ladies are always quite pleased to meet a real gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;general etiquette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Always be polite&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't like someone, there is no need to lower yourself to their level. Be polite and courteous; show that you're the better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not curse&lt;br /&gt;Swearing is a big no-no. It shows that you don't have the vocabulary to express your thoughts appropriately. Furthermore, it is always very crude and impolite to be vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not speak loudly&lt;br /&gt;When you speak loudly, it raises the stress level among company. It always implies that you can't reason with people and rely on "brute force" to get your point across. It also draws attention -- negative attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not lose your temper&lt;br /&gt;When you lose your temper, you are showing everyone that you can't control your emotions. If you can't even control yourself, then how can you possibly control anything else? Keep your cool at all times (it won't be easy but it is worth the effort) and people will take positive note of your levelheadedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not stare&lt;br /&gt;Ogling someone is the equivalent of psychological aggression. You don't want to intimidate people for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not interrupt&lt;br /&gt;Let people finish what they are saying before adding your comments. Interrupting others is a sign of poor etiquette and a lack of social skills. If you want to come across as egotistical, you can do so by constantly interrupting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not spit&lt;br /&gt;A lot of men do this almost subconsciously. Spitting is very crude and not too pretty to look at. Do not spit in public unless you want to look like you were raised in a sewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Respect your elders&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you should respect others as you would like them to respect you. I am specifying elders because it seems that today, young men think they know it all. Well, they don't. Just think of yourself five years ago... you're much smarter and experienced today, aren't you? Of course, yet you thought you knew it all five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to how to be a smooth gentleman with the ladies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not laugh at others' mistakes&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps one of the cruelest things one can do. When you mess up, the last thing you want is for someone not only to bring it to your attention, but to ridicule you on top of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Remove your hat indoors&lt;br /&gt;This rule seems to have gone out the window these days. You should remove your headwear upon entering a building. Furthermore, never keep your hat on while at the dinner table. It reflects very poor etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wait for seating before eating&lt;br /&gt;When sitting down for a meal, you should wait until all the guests are properly seated and ready to commence the meal before eating. Everyone should start dining at the same time; this is a subtle but very important rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the basics of chivalry&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the aforementioned rules, gentlemen (in training) should follow these additional rules when in the presence of a lady. Chivalry may be on life support, but it is not dead yet. Be one of the few to keep this flame burning for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Always open doors&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps the most basic rule of male etiquette out there. It is also one of the easiest to follow so you have no reason to forget it. Whether she is about to enter your car, restaurant, club, or anyplace with a door, you should always hold it open. If there are many doors, then hold them open one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put on her coat&lt;br /&gt;Always help a lady put on her coat or overgarment. This is a simple but powerful action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Help with her seat&lt;br /&gt;If an unaccompanied lady is sitting next to you, it is important that you help her be seated by pulling her chair out for her and gently pushing it back into place, with the lady seated of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Give up your seat&lt;br /&gt;If a lady arrives at the table and there are no available seats, you should stand up and offer yours to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Stand at attention&lt;br /&gt;Always stand when a lady enters or exits the room. This rule has been somewhat relaxed, so you can stand upon entrance but remain seated upon exit. Nonetheless, if you can do both, you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Give her your arm&lt;br /&gt;When escorting a lady (that you know) to and from social events, you should offer her your arm. This is a little more intimate, but serves well when walking on uneven ground -- especially if she's wearing high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ask if she needs anything&lt;br /&gt;This is one that most guys already do, but helps complete the gentleman in all of us nevertheless. When at social events, make sure to ask the lady if you can get her something to drink (or eat, depending on the event). Show her that you care about her comfort and needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, if I may call you that, these are the rules of etiquette you should observe in everyday life. Elevate yourself above the rabble and display the mannerisms of a true gentleman. The world will appreciate such a rarity and your career will most definitely benefit from your good manners and savoir-faire .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Michael Bucci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-1677512129591735275?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1677512129591735275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/etiquette-of-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1677512129591735275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1677512129591735275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/etiquette-of-gentleman.html' title='Etiquette Of A Gentleman'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/ScEq9Q9mz4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/QIRKmbm5aaQ/s72-c/GentleManPrint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-1777185929497640070</id><published>2009-03-02T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:24:53.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Jonah  By James Herbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawIIfcCaiI/AAAAAAAAArE/G1FlGheZaqU/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawIIfcCaiI/AAAAAAAAArE/G1FlGheZaqU/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627002734045730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She sighed heavily and let the creased newspaper flop back onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her fingers curled around the sides of the newspaper and lifted it from the small table's surface where it had been lying flat. One top corner flopped over with the tightness of her grip. Her meatless buttocks stopped their jiggling on the hard wooden chair, the gentle rhythm of Billy Ternent's orchestra failing to stir them now.&lt;br /&gt; One-and-tuppence! One-and-bloody tuppence for a tin of sardines! And the silly buggers were going to do away with the price control on other fish next week! That was it then: Eugene would just have to enjoy his white beans a bit more. It should have made things easier with food rationing being phased out, but lack of money in the pocket did a better job than any ration book. You'd think they'd do more to help war-widows. Soddin Attlee and his Welfare State. What about her bleedin welfare? And Eugene's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vera Braid was a tiny woman and she needed to be to fit into the cupboard that was her office. For some reason the door, which should have provided a barrier between herself and the smells of the ladies' lavatory she was attendant to, had been removed long ago. No one knew why it had been taken, nor who had taken it. Misfortunes of war.&lt;br /&gt;  It wasn't the piss and shit that smelled so much, but the gallons of disinfectant she used to disperse the stink. Many a visitor might have preferred the more offensive but less overpowering natural smells; the disinfectant had a way of tearing through the nasal passages and singeing the brain. Those who knew Vera and took time to have a quick brew with her down there claimed even her tea had an antiseptic tang.&lt;br /&gt;  Vera tucked a wayward strand of hair back into her green turban and glanced through the net curtain she had fixed across the doorframe; the flimsy material gave her a token privacy but hardly kept unwanted aromas away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3701383/JamesHerbert-TheJonahhtml.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-1777185929497640070?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1777185929497640070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/jonah-by-james-herbert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1777185929497640070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1777185929497640070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/jonah-by-james-herbert.html' title='The Jonah  By James Herbert'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawIIfcCaiI/AAAAAAAAArE/G1FlGheZaqU/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-2853444288904197383</id><published>2009-03-02T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:21:01.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Prey  By Graham Masterton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawHRtVuGSI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qONg_pLm_Lo/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawHRtVuGSI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qONg_pLm_Lo/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308626061572839714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My eyes closed. If only I could sleep. I mean, really sleep, for a night and a day and another night. I dozed, and I dreamed for a long, suspended moment that I was back in Brighton, walking down the sharply-angled suburban streets of Preston Park, between red-bricked Edwardian terraces, under a gray photographic sky. I dreamed that I saw someone scuttling from the steps of my basement flat, someone tall and long-legged, someone who turned round to stare at me once with a pointed white face, and then hurried away. The Long Red-Legged Scissorman, somebody whispered in my ear. He's real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to run after him, but somehow he had managed to make his way into the park, behind the high cast-iron railings. Livid green grass; peacocks crying like abused children. All I could do was run parallel to him on the other side of the railings, hoping that he would still be in sight when I eventually came to a gate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath sounded thunderous. My feet slapped, clownish, on the tarmac path. I saw inflated faces bobbing past me, white balloons with human smiles. I heard a scratching, scuffling noise, too, as if a dog were following close behind me, its claws clicking on the path. I turned around, twisted around in the quilt, and suddenly I was awake and I heard a furious, noisy scuttling, much louder than a squirrel or a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3701384/GrahamMasterton-Preyhtml.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-2853444288904197383?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2853444288904197383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/prey-by-graham-masterton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2853444288904197383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2853444288904197383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/prey-by-graham-masterton.html' title='Prey  By Graham Masterton'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawHRtVuGSI/AAAAAAAAAq8/qONg_pLm_Lo/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-3800474127206765652</id><published>2009-03-02T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:17:04.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Act of Treason  By Vince Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawGWB9Jg3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Qt1_rGhEYBI/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawGWB9Jg3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Qt1_rGhEYBI/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308625036314772338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CIA operative Mitch Rapp follows a trail of contract killers leading directly to the heart of our nation's capital inNew York Timesbestselling author Vince Flynn's eighth explosive thriller. It's a gorgeous autumn day in Georgetown. The Democratic candidates for president and vice president of the United States are dutifully glad-handing voters and the media outside a grand estate where a national security conference has just been held, bringing together the world's greatest minds to discuss the issues that are threatening the country. It's American politicking at its best. That's when all hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;When presidential candidate Josh Alexander's motorcade is ambushed by a group of terrorists, the nation is thrown into turmoil. Two weeks following the attack, Alexander is carried to victory by a sympathy vote, but his assailants have not been found. On the surface it appears to be the work of al-Qaeda, despite the tremendous job that the U.S. and her allies have done eliminating terrorist cells within the heart of America. While the FBI and the rest of the government begin scouring the world for jihadists, CIA director Irene Kennedy and Special Agent Skip McMahon are presented with classified information so toxic that they consider destroying it altogether, as it contains intelligence pointing to some of the most powerful players in Washington. Enter Mitch Rapp, the one man reckless enough to follow the evidence to its explosive conclusion. His journey takes him through the shadowy world of contract killers, into the darkest corners of the globe, and eventually back to Washington, where the fragile pillars of power are shaken to their core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3701381/FlynnVince-ActofTreasonAtrialit.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-3800474127206765652?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/3800474127206765652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/act-of-treason-by-vince-flynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3800474127206765652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/3800474127206765652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/act-of-treason-by-vince-flynn.html' title='Act of Treason  By Vince Flynn'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawGWB9Jg3I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Qt1_rGhEYBI/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-7860088444615456349</id><published>2009-03-02T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:14:42.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Consent to Kill  By Vince Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawFush8DaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/arVySjJPM-U/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawFush8DaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/arVySjJPM-U/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308624360548601250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For years, Mitch Rapp's bold actions have saved the lives of countless Americans. He has killed with impunity, tortured to avert disaster, and shown he will do whatever it takes to prevent terrorists from fulfilling their bloody wishes. His battles for peace and freedom have made him a hero to many, and an enemy to countless more. In the tangled, duplicitous world of espionage, there are those, even among America's allies, who want to see Mitch Rapp eliminated. They have decided the time has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Now, the powerful father of a dead terrorist demands vengeance in its simplest form -- an eye for an eye, and Rapp instantly becomes the target of an international conspiracy. This time, he must use all of his vigilance and determination to save himself before he can turn his fury on those who have dared to betray him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3701382/FlynnVince-ConsenttoKillAtrialit.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-7860088444615456349?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/7860088444615456349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/consent-to-kill-by-vince-flynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/7860088444615456349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/7860088444615456349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/consent-to-kill-by-vince-flynn.html' title='Consent to Kill  By Vince Flynn'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawFush8DaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/arVySjJPM-U/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-36176289039963263</id><published>2009-03-02T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:11:41.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day  By Vince Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawE_CoZvRI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pLqz4tNeTy0/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawE_CoZvRI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pLqz4tNeTy0/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308623541847571730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fearless counterterrorism operative Mitch Rapp is called upon to fight against the world's most deadly terrorists in this harrowing political thriller by New York Times bestselling author Vince Flynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just seven days before Memorial Day, and the nation's capital is buzzing with last-minute preparations for the unveiling of the magnificent new memorial honoring the men and women who fought in World War II. Despite the hopeful energy of the city, Mitch Rapp senses trouble. A spike in CIA intelligence has pointed to a major terrorist attack on the United States. Now it's up to Rapp to pull out all the stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapp immediately leaves for Afghanistan, where he leads a special forces unit on a daring commando raid across the border into a remote Pakistani village. Their target: an al Qaeda stronghold. Within a subterranean room, Rapp and his team discover a treasure trove of maps, computers, files, and bills of lading for multiple freighters heading to U.S. ports -- all pointing to plans for a catastrophic nuclear attack on Washington, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information is quickly relayed back to CIA headquarters, and a nuclear emergency support team scrambles to the scene. In a few hours, the freighters have been located and disarmed and the danger has been averted. Or has it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the backslapping and congratulations, Mitch Rapp can't shake the feeling that the operation seemed just a bit too easy. Rapp follows his instincts on a quest to unearth the whole truth. What he finds is truly terrifying, and with Memorial Day closing fast, Rapp must find a way to prevent a disaster of unimaginable proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed with the heartstopping action and political intrigue that Vince Flynn's fans love, here is a stylish thriller exalting America's past battles for freedom as well as its continued fight for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3701386/FlynnVince-MemorialDayAtrialit.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-36176289039963263?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/36176289039963263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/memorial-day-by-vince-flynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/36176289039963263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/36176289039963263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/memorial-day-by-vince-flynn.html' title='Memorial Day  By Vince Flynn'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SawE_CoZvRI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pLqz4tNeTy0/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-60192961829449983</id><published>2009-03-01T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:25:57.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Executive Power  By Vince Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarS-em4sqI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HAh8Jo3IYL8/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarS-em4sqI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HAh8Jo3IYL8/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287081619436194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CIA superagent Mitch Rapp battles global terrorism in a high-octane follow-up to The New York Times bestselling Separation of Power -- another chillingly authentic adventure from the master of the political thriller. Mitch Rapp's cover has been blown. After leading a team of commandos deep into Iraq to prevent Saddam Hussein from joining the nuclear arms race, he was publicly hailed by the president as the single most important person in the fight against terrorism. But after years of working covertly behind the scenes, Rapp now lives in the glare of the public spotlight, lauded by the nation and an easy target for virtually every terrorist from Jakarta to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As special advisor on counterterrorism to CIA director Dr. Irene Kennedy, Rapp is ready to fight the war on terrorism from CIA headquarters rather than the front line. That is, until a platoon of Navy SEALs, sent to the Philippines to save an American family kidnapped by radical Islamic terrorists, is caught in a deadly ambush. The mission had been top secret -- so who told the enemy? All evidence points to the State Department and the Philippine embassy. But a greater threat still lurks. An unknown assassin working closely with the highest powers in the Middle East is bent on igniting war. Now, with the world watching his every move, will Rapp be able to overcome this anonymous foe and once again keep the flames of war from raging? Transporting us into an intriguing geopolitical puzzle full of deadly motives, covert operatives, and all the true-to-life insider detail we've come to expect from Vince Flynn, Executive Power is a high-flying story that delivers shattering suspense with the velocity of a 9mm bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3690038/FlynnVince-MR04-ExecutivePowertxt.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-60192961829449983?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/60192961829449983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/executive-power-by-vince-flynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/60192961829449983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/60192961829449983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/executive-power-by-vince-flynn.html' title='Executive Power  By Vince Flynn'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarS-em4sqI/AAAAAAAAAqU/HAh8Jo3IYL8/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-5796675744085373962</id><published>2009-03-01T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:27:59.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Separation of Power  By Vince Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarTqKrFLzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9Lf7idz1pr0/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarTqKrFLzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9Lf7idz1pr0/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287832182566706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIA superagent Mitch Rapp is back in action in Vince Flynn's high-velocity New York Times bestseller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly appointed CIA director Dr. Irene Kennedy is the target of an inside plot to destroy her and prematurely end the American President's term. To make matters worse, Saddam Hussein is close to entering the nuclear arms race -- something Israel has vowed to stop. With the haunting specter of World War III looming, the President calls on his secret weapon: top counterterrorism operative Mitch Rapp. But with only two weeks to take out the nukes, Rapp is up against a ticking clock -- and impossible odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3690041/FlynnVince-MR03-SeparationofPowertxt.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-5796675744085373962?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/5796675744085373962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/separation-of-power-by-vince-flynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5796675744085373962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/5796675744085373962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/separation-of-power-by-vince-flynn.html' title='Separation of Power  By Vince Flynn'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarTqKrFLzI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9Lf7idz1pr0/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-1817542539241449171</id><published>2009-03-01T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:19:52.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Third Option  By Vince Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarRnGr3H-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/K9pCzLBPGJE/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarRnGr3H-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/K9pCzLBPGJE/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308285580549234658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There exists in America a silent and invisible order made up of former soldiers, intelligence officers, and diplomats. In Washington, they are everywhere and they are nowhere. The average person never sees them, never pauses to think about them, never notices the hand they may have had in a seemingly ordinary death. Most people never stop to think twice about the drug overdose of a lobbyist reported on page B-2 of the Washington Post's Metro section, or the suicide of a Colonel in the United States Army, or the fatal mugging of a White House staffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average Americans are too busy living their lives to look beyond the headlines and wonder what secrets these people may have taken to their graves. Among those in the know, eyebrows are raised and even a few quiet questions asked, but ultimately a blind eye is turned, and life goes on. To seek answers from this dark community is a very dangerous thing. It is the world of covert operations, a very real but unseen part of our government's foreign and sometimes domestic policy. It is bigger than any one person. It is the third option, and it is one that is not always used by wise and honorable men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3690039/FlynnVince-MR02-TheThirdOptionv2.0txt.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-1817542539241449171?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1817542539241449171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-option-by-vince-flynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1817542539241449171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1817542539241449171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-option-by-vince-flynn.html' title='The Third Option  By Vince Flynn'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarRnGr3H-I/AAAAAAAAAqM/K9pCzLBPGJE/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-793937053556141635</id><published>2009-03-01T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:16:06.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Transfer of Power  By Vince Flynn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarQ2WbDtPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fy4osp_K4kU/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarQ2WbDtPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fy4osp_K4kU/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308284742960133362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A FINE MIST fell from the darkening spring sky as the black limousine turned off of E Street. The armor-plated car weaved through the concrete-and-steel barricades at a speed suggesting urgency. As the limousine turned onto West Executive Drive, it slowed briefly for the heavy black gate to open, and then sped forward. After splashing through several puddles, the limo came to an abrupt stop in front of the ground-floor entrance to the West Wing of the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rear passenger door opened immediately, and Dr. Irene Kennedy stepped from the car. She walked under the long off-white awning that extended from the building to the curb and paused to let her boss catch up. Thomas Stansfield slowly climbed out of the limo and buttoned the jacket of his charcoal gray suit. At seventy-nine years of age Stansfield was an icon in the intelligence community. His career dated all the way back to World War II and the OSS, the precursor to the CIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stansfield had been one of Wild Bill Donovan's recruits almost sixty years earlier—a different war fought by a different breed. Stansfield was the last one. Now they were all gone, retired or dead, and it wouldn't be much longer before he turned over the reins of power at the much-maligned and embattled intelligence agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CIA had changed during his tenure. More precisely, the threats had changed, and the CIA was forced to change with them. The old static days of a two-superpower world were long gone, replaced by small regional conflicts and the ever-growing threat of terrorism. As Stansfield closed out his career, this was what bothered him most. The threat of one individual bringing biological, chemical, or nuclear annihilation to America was becoming more and more plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3690037/FlynnVince-MR01-TransferofPowerv1.0htmljpg.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-793937053556141635?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/793937053556141635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/transfer-of-power-by-vince-flynn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/793937053556141635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/793937053556141635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/transfer-of-power-by-vince-flynn.html' title='Transfer of Power  By Vince Flynn'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarQ2WbDtPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fy4osp_K4kU/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-4705083184991437806</id><published>2009-03-01T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:11:47.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Erica Spindler - Fortune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarPr8hy62I/AAAAAAAAAp8/L6085kF264A/s1600-h/books.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarPr8hy62I/AAAAAAAAAp8/L6085kF264A/s200/books.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308283464698751842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunlight spilled through the nursery's floor-to-ceiling stained-glass window, painting the floor the color of rubies, emeralds and sapphires. Installed in 1909 to herald the first Monarch baby to occupy the Astor Street mansion, the window depicted a hovering angel, golden wings spread, her expression beatific as she guarded the children below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that first Monarch baby, the angel had protected sad few children. One tragedy after another had befallen this family, a family desperate for daughters, one seemingly doomed to watch bitterly as other families grew and multiplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago that had changed. Two weeks ago Grace Elizabeth Monarch had been born and come home, to this nursery and its waiting angel, to this desperate family. She had changed everyone's life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one's more than her mother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline Monarch slipped into the nursery and crossed to the cradle and her sleeping daughter. She gazed down at her, love and a sense of wonder welling inside her. She reached out and stroked her baby's velvety cheek, and the infant stirred and turned her head toward Madeline's finger, sucking in her sleep, looking for a nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lump formed in Madeline's throat. She was so beautiful, so incredibly...perfect. She still couldn't quite believe Grace was hers. Madeline bent her head close to her daughter's and breathed in her baby-soft scent. It filled her head, and she squeezed her eyes shut, nearly drowning in its sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had she done to deserve her? Madeline wondered. Why had she been singled out for such a stroke of good fortune? Even Grace's birth had been like a miracle. She had rocketed into the world, nearly painlessly and at a speed that had taken even Madeline's veteran obstetrician by surprise. Madeline's water had broken and less than an hour later there had been Grace, howling and red-faced but unbelievably, incredibly perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3690040/EricaSpindler-Fortunehtml.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-4705083184991437806?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/4705083184991437806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/erica-spindler-fortune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/4705083184991437806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/4705083184991437806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/erica-spindler-fortune.html' title='Erica Spindler - Fortune'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarPr8hy62I/AAAAAAAAAp8/L6085kF264A/s72-c/books.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-2461833548418635775</id><published>2009-03-01T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:04:40.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Dead Run  By Erica Spindler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarNsIOqHeI/AAAAAAAAAp0/O-r5j_SDGgY/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarNsIOqHeI/AAAAAAAAAp0/O-r5j_SDGgY/s200/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308281268816453090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pastor Rachel Howard peered out the bedroom’s rear window, struggling to see past the sheets of rain. Thunder shook the one-hundred-and-twenty-year-old parsonage, followed immediately by a flash of lightning so bright it stung her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She shrank back from the ground-floor window, retreating to the absolute darkness of the room once more. She didn’t want them, the ones who watched, to suspect what she was up to. They were coming for her. She didn’t know who they were, only that there were many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was more powerful than she had imagined. Craftier. More vile.&lt;br /&gt;She had underestimated his reach. An error. A fatal one, she feared.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, words from the Twenty-third Psalm running through her head, comforting her. Drowning out the litany of other voices, ones no one but she could hear.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me.&lt;br /&gt;She planned to escape tonight and head to the mainland. Once safe, she would decide her best course of action. If she made it.&lt;br /&gt;A sense of calm came over her; a momentary peace. In death his glory awaited. No matter the outcome of this night, the darkness would not have her.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel opened her eyes and inched toward the window once more, clutching the envelope in her hands more tightly. Her friend would come despite the storm. He wouldn’t let her down.&lt;br /&gt;She prayed he wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;And she prayed she hadn’t endangered his life by asking for his help.&lt;br /&gt;She imagined their laughter, their tauntings. She amused them, she knew. Her Lord amused them.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder boomed again, reverberating through her. In the flash of lightning she saw her friend dart across the garden, a shapeless figure in a rain-slicked poncho.&lt;br /&gt;Moments later he appeared at the window. Gratitude and affection flooded her senses; tears stung her eyes. She lifted the window and handed him the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3689799/EricaSpindler-DeadRundoc.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-2461833548418635775?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/2461833548418635775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-run-by-erica-spindler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2461833548418635775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/2461833548418635775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-run-by-erica-spindler.html' title='Dead Run  By Erica Spindler'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarNsIOqHeI/AAAAAAAAAp0/O-r5j_SDGgY/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-1007179326205016694</id><published>2009-03-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:54:45.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Cause for Alarm  By Erica Spindler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarLhVO1A9I/AAAAAAAAApk/EHk6glYfa-o/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarLhVO1A9I/AAAAAAAAApk/EHk6glYfa-o/s200/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308278884305011666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fashionable Washington neighborhood slept. Not a single light shone up or down the block of high-priced town homes, the only illumination the glow from the streetlamps and the three-quarter moon. The November night chilled; the air was damp, heavy with the scent of decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Powers climbed the steps to his ex-lover's front door. He proceeded purposefully but without fanfare, his movements those of a man who depended on not being noticed. Dressed completely in black, he knew he appeared more shadow than man, a kind of ghost in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the top landing, he squatted to retrieve the house key from its hiding place under the stone planter box to the right of the door. During the spring and summer months the planter had been filled with vibrant, sweet-smelling blossoms. But now those same flowers were dead, their stems and leaves curling and black from the cold. As was the eventuality of all living things, their time had come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John slipped the key into the lock and turned it. The dead bolt slid back; he eased open the door and stepped inside. Easy. Too easy. Considering the parade of men who had come and gone through this door over the years, using this same key, retrieved from this same hiding place, Sylvia should have been more careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, forethought had never been Sylvia Starr's strong suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John closed the door quietly behind him, pausing a moment to listen, taking those valuable seconds to ascertain the number of people in the house, whether they were sleeping and where they were sleeping. From the living room to his right came the steady ticking of the antique mantel clock. From the bedrooms beyond, the thick snore of a man deeply asleep, a man who had probably drunk too much, one no doubt too old and out of shape to have spent the evening with the ever-enthusiastic and sometimes gymnastic Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3689797/EricaSpindler-CauseforAlarmhtml.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-1007179326205016694?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/1007179326205016694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-for-alarm-by-erica-spindler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1007179326205016694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/1007179326205016694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-for-alarm-by-erica-spindler.html' title='Cause for Alarm  By Erica Spindler'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarLhVO1A9I/AAAAAAAAApk/EHk6glYfa-o/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-8545386857782055570</id><published>2009-03-01T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:56:00.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Dan Brown - Living Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarMF3SvF2I/AAAAAAAAAps/lCeex28f5M4/s1600-h/LivingLies72LG+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarMF3SvF2I/AAAAAAAAAps/lCeex28f5M4/s200/LivingLies72LG+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308279511923496802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Hareton sits on the edge of the Snow Belt, that’s why the snow is so much heavier out this way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sandra rolled her eyes, but said nothing. She couldn’t care less about the weather patterns of some middle-of-nowhere town. Her husband, Brian, was much too busy fiddling with the radio to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, she turned her attention back to the front window. Not that there was much to see. Outside, small flakes of snow danced in the narrow beams of the SUV’s headlights. Occasionally, the yellow light of a house broke through the inky blackness and veil of falling snow. A welcome relief from the monotony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall snowbank to her right suddenly loomed closer as the front of the SUV swerved dangerously toward the edge of the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Brian, the road!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jerked his head up and straightened the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you please stop playing with the radio and drive?” she snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry. I was trying to find the game. What’s with you? You’ve been miserable all night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s nothing with me. I just have no desire to find myself flattened against a snowbank so you can get a hockey score.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. But your attitude started long before now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may have had a point. She’d been on edge since they turned onto this highway. It was probably just a combination of the weather and having gone nearly a half-hour without seeing another car. The isolation made her tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What were Rhonda and Jimmy thinking when they moved out here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian grinned. “Low mortgage payments.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess. It just seems so far from civilization.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’re forty-five minutes from home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know.” She sighed. “This weather is making me twitchy. I wish we had just stayed home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you don’t want to go to their housewarming, then why are we?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because Jimmy and Rhonda are our friends, and it’s their first house. They want to show it off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’re your friends.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3689798/DanBrown-LivingLieshtml.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-8545386857782055570?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/8545386857782055570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/dan-brown-living-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8545386857782055570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/8545386857782055570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/dan-brown-living-lies.html' title='Dan Brown - Living Lies'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarMF3SvF2I/AAAAAAAAAps/lCeex28f5M4/s72-c/LivingLies72LG+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-9081903858514719806</id><published>2009-03-01T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:43:27.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Caught Stealing  By Charlie Huston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarI0h0Ew3I/AAAAAAAAApc/Bg4lmsD9KSM/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarI0h0Ew3I/AAAAAAAAApc/Bg4lmsD9KSM/s200/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308275915565089650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s three thousand miles from the green fields of glory, where Henry “call me Hank” Thompson once played California baseball, to the Lower East Side of Manhattan, where the tenements are old, the rents are high, and the drunks are dirty. But now Hank is here, working as a bartender and taking care of a cat named Bud who is surely going to get him killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins when Hank’s neighbor, Russ, has to leave town in a rush and hands over Bud in a carrier. But it isn’t until two Russians in tracksuits drag Hank over the bar at the joint where he works and beat him to a pulp that he starts to get the idea: Someone wants something from him. He just doesn’t know what it is, where it is, or how to make them understand he doesn’t have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within twenty-four hours Hank is running over rooftops, swinging his old aluminum bat for the sweet spot of a guy’s head, playing hide and seek with the NYPD, riding the subway with a dead man at his side, and counting a whole lot of cash on a concrete floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of two cowboys, two Russian mafia men, and some of the weirdest goons ever assembled in one place. All because of Bud. All because once, in another life, in another world, the only thing Hank wanted was to take third base—without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3689801/CharlieHuston-CaughtStealingv5.0.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-9081903858514719806?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/9081903858514719806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/caught-stealing-by-charlie-huston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/9081903858514719806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/9081903858514719806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/caught-stealing-by-charlie-huston.html' title='Caught Stealing  By Charlie Huston'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarI0h0Ew3I/AAAAAAAAApc/Bg4lmsD9KSM/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3495273341740365829.post-347645430921035315</id><published>2009-03-01T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:39:02.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>A Dangerous Man  By Charlie Huston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarGx7ROCYI/AAAAAAAAApU/68MFXYPbIZk/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarGx7ROCYI/AAAAAAAAApU/68MFXYPbIZk/s200/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273671835355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Among the new voices in twenty-first-century crime fiction, Charlie Huston . . . is where it’s at.” –The Washington Post “Huston writes dialogue so combustible it could fuel a bus and characters crazy enough to take it on the road.” –The New York Times Book Review Reluctant hitman Henry Thompson has fallen on hard times. His grip on life is disintegrating, his pistol hand shaking, his body pinned to his living room couch by painkillers–and his boss, Russian mobster David Dolokhov, isn’t happy about any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;So Henry is surprised when he’s handed a new assignment: keep tabs on a minor league baseball star named Miguel Arenas. Henry has no pity for the slugger and the wicked gambling problem that got him in trouble, but he can’t help liking the guy. After all, Henry used to be just like him: a natural-born ball player with a bright future. But hell, that was long ago. Before Henry did some guy a favor and ended up running for his life. Before his girlfriend and buddies got gunned down by someone on his tail. Before he agreed to buy his parents’ safety with a life of violence. And when Miguel gets drafted by the Mets and is sent to the Brooklyn Cyclones, Henry must head back to New York, back to the place where all his problems began–and where Henry might find a real reason to keep living, a reason that may just cost him his life. “Huston reminds me of all my favorite writers–Pete Dexter, Robert Stone, Crumley. If there is such a thing as compassionate noir, Charlie has found it. He’s a true marvel.” –Ken Bruen, author of The Guards “Charlie Huston is the real deal.” –Peter Straub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ziddu.com/download/3689800/CharlieHuston-ADangerousManv5.0.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3495273341740365829-347645430921035315?l=read-at.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/feeds/347645430921035315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangerous-man-by-charlie-huston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/347645430921035315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3495273341740365829/posts/default/347645430921035315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://read-at.blogspot.com/2009/03/dangerous-man-by-charlie-huston.html' title='A Dangerous Man  By Charlie Huston'/><author><name>Budianto Gunawan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09579785621727082644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SXrrB5HJRtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t62QRerYVFo/S220/WorkTime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2FR1TKof4Q/SarGx7ROCYI/AAAAAAAAApU/68MFXYPbIZk/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
