<?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-7387114425642563969</id><updated>2012-01-09T10:32:01.076+01:00</updated><category term='Jeanne Birdsall'/><category term='Spook aprentice'/><category term='Degas'/><category term='book+movie'/><category term='sea'/><category term='Jacqueline Wilson'/><category term='Necromancy'/><category term='Pullman'/><category term='death'/><category term='Paolini'/><category term='Lemony Snicket'/><category term='Señor Burdick'/><category term='Poesía'/><category term='Eragon'/><category term='Garth Nix'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='John  Boyne'/><category term='Year 9'/><category term='Prehistoric Times'/><category term='Abhorsen'/><category term='Derek Landy'/><category term='Summer readingKS3'/><category term='Zephaniah'/><category term='Spiderwick Chronicles'/><category term='Creative writing'/><category term='Jill Murphy'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='lecturas de verano KS3'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='Benedic Society'/><category term='family'/><category term='Spanish reviews'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='video'/><category term='audiobooks itunes'/><category term='El Cid'/><category term='The boy in the striped pyjamas'/><category term='cartas de amor'/><category term='fantasía'/><category term='Year 8'/><category term='Penderwicks'/><category term='Microrrelatos'/><category term='information books'/><category term='How to use a book'/><category term='terror'/><category term='11M'/><category term='English reviews'/><category term='humour'/><category term='School news'/><category term='Year 7'/><category term='Escritura Creativa'/><category term='witches'/><category term='amor'/><category term='Percy Jackson'/><category term='Navidad'/><category term='KS3'/><category term='Skulduggery Pleasant'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='Delaney'/><category term='Year 10'/><category term='Mario Benedetti'/><category term='Mythology'/><category term='mental illness'/><category term='Roald Dahl'/><category term='Worst witch'/><category term='The shapeshifter'/><category term='Swindells'/><title type='text'>Librotecary</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a bilingual blog where you will find entries in English and Spanish about books and reading.
En este blog bilingüe encontarás entradas sobre los libros y la lectura en inglés y español</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3968472166609488562</id><published>2011-10-14T20:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:12:48.115+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garth Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhorsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Necromancy'/><title type='text'>Sabriel (Abhorsen Triology)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sabriel(Book One) by Garth Nix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeSEaFzDnJE/TAFso0VMAsI/AAAAAAAAA90/ylXp-eCoiBQ/s1600/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oeSEaFzDnJE/TAFso0VMAsI/AAAAAAAAA90/ylXp-eCoiBQ/s200/1a.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sabriel, the Abhorsen-in-waiting must one day succeed his father (the current Abhorsen)in the task of keeping the dead out of the world of the living in a world of uncontrolled magic and dangerous creatures. The book starts in Alcesterre, a modern country south yo the Old Kingdom and away form its dangers where Sabriel is studying a variety of subjects. But her father suddenly disappears and it is revealed that he is trapped somewhere in the Wold of the Dead. 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We went to visit Michelle Paver, an author whose most prestigious books are &lt;a href="http://www.harpercollinschildrens.com/kids/gamesandcontests/features/chroniclesofancientdarkness/"&gt;"The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness". &lt;/a&gt;This series is set in prehistoric times. Twelve year old Torak discovers the secrets of his dead father thoughout the book. Michelle Paver told us about how she became inspired to write her books, how she tried living like Torak when she was small, she even gave up sleeping in her bed to sleep on the floor, and she also explained in detail her encounter with a bear and how she swam with killer whales and seals. She also showed us some of the clothes and weapons Torak uses throughout the saga.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Michelle Paver explained all we wanted to know about her books and her animal-loving character.&lt;br /&gt;There is an article about our visit in The Telegraph. They say we were a very entertaining audience! Click&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/hay-festival/8783631/Hay-Festival-Segovia-Michelle-Paver-I-find-it-very-easy-to-think-like-a-wolf.html"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;to read it.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to watch a video of her talk , clik&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4TpRRI8_KQ"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CH 8T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3197079806994215248?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3197079806994215248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/09/year-8s-visit-to-hay-festival-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3197079806994215248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3197079806994215248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/09/year-8s-visit-to-hay-festival-in.html' title='Year 8&apos;s  visit to Hay Festival in Segovia'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2JMvItDmBM/ToSFUZKqBvI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ZhgfWt-rME8/s72-c/wolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4273694367315490078</id><published>2011-03-17T17:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:21:22.596+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasía'/><title type='text'>Mandrágora</title><content type='html'>Al principio, Mandrágora puede resultar un libro poco apetecible, no sé, por la portada o por lo que dice detrás. Yo lo escogí por la escritora, Laura Gallego, pero resultó ser muy bueno. Miriam, la hija de un gran sabio llega con su padre a la corte de un rey, y, aunque no quiera admitirlo se enamora perdidamente de su hijo, el príncipe. A la vez, descubre un secreto sobre su naturaleza. Todo parece complicarse...&lt;br /&gt;Un libro romántico, de aventuras, magia y misterio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSfox000" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reading" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_14_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4273694367315490078?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4273694367315490078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/03/mandragora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4273694367315490078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4273694367315490078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/03/mandragora.html' title='Mandrágora'/><author><name>heels n´sneakers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01944994355750103382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1212127810084050148</id><published>2011-03-07T15:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:44:38.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Paver: 'Inspiration is mysterious'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rdn-LfX80I/TXTtiqgmHrI/AAAAAAAAAto/09do-R69xxc/s1600/paver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581347018001227442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rdn-LfX80I/TXTtiqgmHrI/AAAAAAAAAto/09do-R69xxc/s400/paver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle Paver, author of Chronicles of Ancient Darkness series, reads from her book Ghost Hunter, the sixth and last book in the series, and answers questions from readers of the Guardian children's books site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really interesting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch the video clicking &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/video/2011/mar/04/michelle-paver-video"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have got all her books in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are interested on prehistorical children you can read as well:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dma9obFed8/TXTu1kUCQ_I/AAAAAAAAAtw/64gUonqxFSs/s1600/kin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581348442267075570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dma9obFed8/TXTu1kUCQ_I/AAAAAAAAAtw/64gUonqxFSs/s400/kin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581348615782687298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LKUgg8HljvE/TXTu_qtYYkI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UtS-kfpkXII/s400/dry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1212127810084050148?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1212127810084050148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/03/michelle-paver-inspiration-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1212127810084050148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1212127810084050148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/03/michelle-paver-inspiration-is.html' title='Michelle Paver: &apos;Inspiration is mysterious&apos;'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Rdn-LfX80I/TXTtiqgmHrI/AAAAAAAAAto/09do-R69xxc/s72-c/paver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3570915843605518018</id><published>2011-02-17T13:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:54:19.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tobi Lolness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;TIMOTHEE DE FONBELLE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgl762DxLXI/TV0Xrc01qZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7Cbdt8N7_Jw/s1600/Tobi_lolness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgl762DxLXI/TV0Xrc01qZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7Cbdt8N7_Jw/s200/Tobi_lolness.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tobi&amp;nbsp; Lolness mide un milimetro y medio, normal para un chico de trece años que peternece a una civilizazión de minúsculos seres humanos que viven en lo alto de un árbol enorme y frondoso. Cuando el padre de Tobi, un cientifico genial, se niega a revelar el secreto de un revolucionario invento - pues sospecha que en malas manos pondria en peligro la existencia misma del arbol - la familia Lolness es desterrada a las Ramas Bajas, donde sufren una persecución despiadada. Tobi es el único que consigue escapar. Así pues, agotado sin comida ni nada, guiado por su valentia y su instinto de supervivencia huye de los malvados que intentan atraparle, ¿Sin embargo,hasta donde llegara? Si quieres saber que sucede leelo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3570915843605518018?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3570915843605518018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/02/tobi-lolness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3570915843605518018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3570915843605518018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/02/tobi-lolness.html' title='Tobi Lolness'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00221652483053905528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgl762DxLXI/TV0Xrc01qZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7Cbdt8N7_Jw/s72-c/Tobi_lolness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-8277191767810776666</id><published>2011-02-16T19:04:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:33:35.924+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11M'/><title type='text'>En un lugar de Atocha...  de Santiago García Clariac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://www.google.es/imgres?imgurl=http://www.buscalibros.cl/img_prod_gra/8434833611.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.buscalibros.cl/un-lugar-atocha-place-garcia-clariac-cp_1780298.htm&amp;amp;usg=__poqSthzFISkXr8HPhGQjSGpO2mU=&amp;amp;h=224&amp;amp;w=144&amp;amp;sz=9&amp;amp;hl=gl&amp;amp;start=16&amp;amp;zoom=0&amp;amp;tbnid=fCGTeRd8Rze-EM:&amp;amp;tbnh=108&amp;amp;tbnw=69&amp;amp;ei=tN9bTeWqGcuDswbkqPGGBw&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DEn%2Bun%2Blugar%2Bde%2Batocha%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dgl%26sa%3DN%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1"&gt;&lt;img height="108" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:fCGTeRd8Rze-EM:http://www.buscalibros.cl/img_prod_gra/8434833611.jpg" width="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Quique es un niño que vive en Alcalá de Henares, cerca de la calle de Don Quijote. Sus padres están divorciados, su madre vive con él en Alcalá de Henares y su padre vive en Madrid. &lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Su madre le promete que pronto se le pasará el enfado con su padre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Al día siguiente Quique se levanta y un rato más tarde se van a la estación de Alcalá . Quique vió a una extraña persona con una misteriosa bolsa. En el andén se encontró con su vecino. El extraño hombre volvió a pasar varias veces. Un rato después entraron al tren y vió la bolsa del hombre misterioso en una de las baldas.&lt;br /&gt;Si te gustan los sucesos historicos no dudes en leer este libro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-8277191767810776666?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/8277191767810776666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/02/en-un-lugar-de-atocha-el-11-m-vivido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8277191767810776666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8277191767810776666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2011/02/en-un-lugar-de-atocha-el-11-m-vivido.html' title='En un lugar de Atocha...  de Santiago García Clariac'/><author><name>Bart Simpson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08266978726088692617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6741606927495980818</id><published>2010-12-20T14:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:40:59.088+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderwick Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Spiderwick Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQ9bg-GZDGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/aowaw9glh7M/s1600/spy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552757487554858082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQ9bg-GZDGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/aowaw9glh7M/s400/spy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are three children called Jared who is nine, his twin Simon and Mallory who is thirteen. They all have different characteristics, Jared is naughty, they would have expelled him from school but he was going anyway. Simon is an organised person, he also loves animals. Mallory is very bossy. After their parents´ separation, they moved house with their mum. Their new house is in the countryside. At night they heard noises. Jared thought they were ghosts. They went to investigate. They found a note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In man’s torso you will find &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My secret to all mankind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If false and true can be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will soon know of my fame &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up and up and up again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good luck dear friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After these strange things happened. Mallory’s hair was tied to the bed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if Simon and Jared were innocent... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who did it then???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would recommend this book to anyone who likes adventure, girls and boys. They have put lots of imagination on it. There are lots of fantastic characters in this story, each with different &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQ9b5x4zMLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/RUMoLnqfhY0/s1600/spy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552757913773355186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 59px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQ9b5x4zMLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/RUMoLnqfhY0/s400/spy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;features which make them interesting. This book is of adventure and mystery but most of all magic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click in this image to go to the official webpage and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Aitana 7Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6741606927495980818?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6741606927495980818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/spiderwick-chronicles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6741606927495980818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6741606927495980818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/spiderwick-chronicles.html' title='Spiderwick Chronicles'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQ9bg-GZDGI/AAAAAAAAAtI/aowaw9glh7M/s72-c/spy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4120173651523498315</id><published>2010-12-17T12:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:11:11.817+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lemony Snicket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket</title><content type='html'>This book is about three children: Klaus, Sunny and Violet Baudelaire.Their parents had died in fire which has destroyed their mansion and all their possessions.They were living with Mr.Poe, and his wife Polly, sharing a room with their ill-behaved children Edgard and Albert. Mr.Poe locates a distant cousin called Count Olaf, he is a very bad person. All their miserable life starts then.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways I did like this book, but it is a little bit sad. Both boys and girls can read it. I think this book has adventure, and, once you are reading it you wont be able do put it down, it encourages you to read more and more. This book holds your attention. 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They both know how to use magic. Their father wants Thom to be a knight and Alanna a lady. None of the twins wants to be what their father says. They decide Alanna will be the knight and Thom a sorcer. Alanna cuts her hair and changes cloths so she looks like Thom. Alanna has to learn how to be knight and discovers how hard it is. This book is mainly about what happens and changes in Alana’s live. If like this book, you can read more because there are four in the series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Maite , 7Z &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5751339255336455486?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5751339255336455486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/alanna-by-tamora-pierce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5751339255336455486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5751339255336455486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/alanna-by-tamora-pierce.html' title='Alanna by Tamora Pierce'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQ9WoxIkCrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/z25rNMv6_q8/s72-c/ala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-8196919334196653539</id><published>2010-12-14T14:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:41:32.731+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>How to get fabulously rich by Thomas Rockwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQeBIA7BplI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FCVREtTueOA/s1600/how%2Bt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550547040443934290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQeBIA7BplI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FCVREtTueOA/s400/how%2Bt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Billy is sure he can come up with the right numbers to win the lottery. He knows exactly what he's going to do with the prize. But, when he wins, everybody wants some money. Everyone is very strange around him. Billy thinks he might need to split the money. His friend, Joe, starts bullying about it, so does his friends. Billy must come up with the right idea, to solve this problem. I recommend this book, because it’s a mixture of humour and comedy. As well, you have a good time. Its funny to know how Billy’s day to day is, with its dream of having millions, and his ideas of how things are. By Pedro 7Z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-8196919334196653539?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/8196919334196653539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-get-fabulously-rich-by-thomas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8196919334196653539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8196919334196653539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-get-fabulously-rich-by-thomas.html' title='How to get fabulously rich by Thomas Rockwell'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQeBIA7BplI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FCVREtTueOA/s72-c/how%2Bt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-8228051506323383321</id><published>2010-12-13T15:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:16:31.155+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacqueline Wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The worry website by Jacqueline Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYt61cws-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/aCz__velW2E/s1600/worry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550174079584089058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYt61cws-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/aCz__velW2E/s400/worry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The worry website is a nice book for girls AND boys. There are many worries but the one I liked most was the first one. It´s about a girl who wants a wicked stepmother. But the problem is his father has a girlfriend a very nice one and she doesn´t treat her bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;My other recomendation is The Penderwicks. I loved this book it´s about a family who goes on vacations. It´s all about their adventures and their problems. I gave it a 11 because it´s the best book I´ve ever read&lt;br /&gt;by Lucía 7Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video in wich Jacqueline Wilson answer some frequently asked questions. Watch it it is really interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tptT9h96gLk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tptT9h96gLk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-8228051506323383321?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/8228051506323383321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/worry-website-by-jacqueline-wilson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8228051506323383321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8228051506323383321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/worry-website-by-jacqueline-wilson.html' title='The worry website by Jacqueline Wilson'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYt61cws-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/aCz__velW2E/s72-c/worry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5964332494705235009</id><published>2010-12-13T14:32:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:20:39.793+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skulduggery Pleasant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derek Landy'/><title type='text'>Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYo6mBukYI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gg9Gxo4DZoU/s1600/skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550168577886032258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYo6mBukYI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gg9Gxo4DZoU/s400/skull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephanie Edgeley is a normal girl. Her uncle, Gordon Edgeley, dies suddenly. She inherits all his fortune and his house. At night, it rains a lot, the road is blocked, and she has to sleep in her uncle’s house. Suddenly a man breaks into the house and tries to kill her. All of a sudden Skulduggery Pleasant, a person from Gordon’s will, breaks the door and fights the villain until Skulduggery Pleasant makes him go away. But the hat and the sunglasses fell and all he had for a head was a skull. &lt;a href="http://www.skulduggerypleasant.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.skulduggerypleasant.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to listen to an audio excerpt of the book press here and &lt;a href="http://www.skulduggerypleasant.com/us/book/listen.htm"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Juanjo 7Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550168888151808050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYpMp22mDI/AAAAAAAAAso/hXHWCwj1XTQ/s400/skull2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5964332494705235009?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5964332494705235009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/skulduggery-pleasant-by-derek-landy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5964332494705235009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5964332494705235009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/skulduggery-pleasant-by-derek-landy.html' title='Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYo6mBukYI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Gg9Gxo4DZoU/s72-c/skull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4703392263094673574</id><published>2010-12-13T13:45:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:03:12.006+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penderwicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeanne Birdsall'/><title type='text'>The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYa4Ma5cAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/TpeKdUYEyGo/s1600/Penderwicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550153143489753090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYa4Ma5cAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/TpeKdUYEyGo/s400/Penderwicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This book called The Penderwicks. It is an entertaining and wonderful book. The book is about a family which goes for vacation to a place. They have a neighbour who is a horrible woman who starts making the Penderwicks' life imposible.The woman is called Mrs.Tifton. Mrs.Tifton has a son who makes friends with the Penderwicks sisters. All together they have marvellous times, adventures, and most of all problems... Mrs.Tifton tries to break their relation because she thinks she is going to lose his son.&lt;br /&gt;When I read this book I learned that it doesn´t matter what other people think about you, what matters is the real person that you are. Read this book and you will find lots of entertainig chapters that will lead you to another world where you will enjoy so much that you will not want to leave. You will be astonished when you see how cleverly the Penderwicks sisters solve their numerous problems.&lt;br /&gt;You can find some information of the Penderwicks by going to google and adding Penderwicks and then selecting the page called Jeane Birdsall that is the athour. Have fun reading the Penderwicks books. Relax reading the Penderwicks books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all ENJOY reading them!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a 5 minutes interview with the autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4xhMWgcKLI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4xhMWgcKLI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Mónica 7z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalind, Skye, Jane and Batty Penderwick went on holiday to Arundel, a small and beautiful village. When they arrived to the cottage (their father had rented for three weeks), they arranged their rooms. Minutes later Skye was going for a walk when she saw Arundel Hall (the most beautiful mansion ever seen by the Penderwicks) and she decided to go inside it. She tried to go inside, she saw a hole in the ground and she went through it to the Arundel Hall garden. When she was passing through the hole to go  back home, she crushed her head into a boy's head. They introduced each other after the confusing crush. The boy was called Jeffry. They had heart his mother calling him, the cruel Mrs Tifton. Soon Jeffry became  really  good friend of the Penderwicks and they had lots of problems with his mother.&lt;br /&gt;This book is mostly for girls who like reading books about people's lives. You have to read it because is a fantastic and surprising book that you will enjoy. I hope you read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inés 7Z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4703392263094673574?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4703392263094673574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/penderwicks-by-jeanne-birdsall.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4703392263094673574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4703392263094673574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/12/penderwicks-by-jeanne-birdsall.html' title='The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TQYa4Ma5cAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/TpeKdUYEyGo/s72-c/Penderwicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4221620497093726629</id><published>2010-11-25T12:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:39:58.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>La hija de la noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TO5Y-lzxQHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ZblGQAB7FBk/s1600/hija.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543466023664042098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TO5Y-lzxQHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ZblGQAB7FBk/s400/hija.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La Hija de la Noche es un libro lleno de misterios. Los misterios se centran en una mujer, Isabelle, que ha vuelto al pueblo donde había vivido antes. Nadie sabe porqué ella ha vuelto o dónde había estado. Ahora tiene mucho dinero pero nadie sabe de dónde lo ha sacado y ¿qué hace en su casa lejana del pueblo? Cuando encuentran una vaca de un granjero drenada de sangre todas las pistas conducen a Isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta mucho el libro porque, cuando pensé que sabía que pasaría, el libro cambió de dirección rápidamente. Aunque las palabras son fáciles, el libro explora muchas cosas difíciles como los estereotipos de personas malas y buenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienso que es un libro bueno para gente que esté intentando aprender español porque es interesante pero fácil, un libro bueno para el autobús. No pienso que sea solo para chicas, los chicos a los que les gusten los libros de misterio disfrutarían este libro. Tal vez la tapa del libro atraiga más a las chicas pero pienso que es para los dos.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4221620497093726629?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4221620497093726629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-hija-de-la-noche.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4221620497093726629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4221620497093726629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-hija-de-la-noche.html' title='La hija de la noche'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TO5Y-lzxQHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ZblGQAB7FBk/s72-c/hija.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3495368893634397856</id><published>2010-11-24T09:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:22:27.363+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill Murphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worst witch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Worst Witch by Jill Murphy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TOzvsDY4YhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tGMqx86-qmA/s1600/worst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543068781489185298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TOzvsDY4YhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tGMqx86-qmA/s400/worst.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mildred is a witch who attends Miss Cackle's Academy. She is not very good at potions nor flying with her broomstick but, however she has friend called Maud. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Halloween Mildred's class was going to do a flying show but Mildred had a problem: her broomstick was broken. Ethel ( a not very kind girl) gave her a tricked one. So Mildred fell down and helped by Maud all witches fell too. Mildred was upset and went running to the woods. Suddenly she saw some witches talking about becoming invisible and converting the children in the academy into frogs. What will Mildred do to prevent it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit the official wed site and watch some videos and check miss &lt;a href="http://www.galafilm.com/worstwitch/english/index.html"&gt;Cackle's Book of Spells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almudena 7V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3495368893634397856?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3495368893634397856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-witch-by-jill-murphy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3495368893634397856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3495368893634397856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-witch-by-jill-murphy.html' title='The Worst Witch by Jill Murphy'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TOzvsDY4YhI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tGMqx86-qmA/s72-c/worst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-9050048583854724945</id><published>2010-11-03T14:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:39:34.317+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Red Pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rick Riordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since their mother's death, Carter and Sadie have become near strangers. While Sadie has lived with her grandparents in London, her brother has traveled the world with their father, the brilliant Egyptologist, Dr. Julius Kane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Dr. Kane brings the siblings together for a "research experiment" at the British Museum, where he hopes to set things right for his family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXh2FTLdO68?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXh2FTLdO68?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out more about this series in the &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneybooks/kanechronicles/"&gt;official webpage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-9050048583854724945?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/9050048583854724945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-pyramid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/9050048583854724945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/9050048583854724945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-pyramid.html' title='The Red Pyramid'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3483562845317192077</id><published>2010-10-04T12:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:15:15.714+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Some new titles in the library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Medusa Project by Sophie McKenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the firts two books in this amazing series.&lt;br /&gt;"The Set up" and "Hostage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TKmykRU3d4I/AAAAAAAAArg/V0LOolHCCtE/s1600/medusa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524142754142582658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TKmykRU3d4I/AAAAAAAAArg/V0LOolHCCtE/s400/medusa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524143002684782978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TKmyyvN8eYI/AAAAAAAAAro/IAdZYY77TvQ/s400/medusa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen to the author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rTq6mbce0KQ/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3483562845317192077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3483562845317192077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/10/interview-with-sophie-mckenzie.html' title='Some new titles in the library'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TKmykRU3d4I/AAAAAAAAArg/V0LOolHCCtE/s72-c/medusa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6419107285130620723</id><published>2010-10-04T12:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:14:31.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Angel Cake by Cathy Cassidy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wLL_gQsMBus/hqdefault.jpg)" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLL_gQsMBus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wLL_gQsMBus?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" 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Cathy Cassidy'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4967572136831661392</id><published>2010-10-04T12:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:13:56.187+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Crocodile tears</title><content type='html'>The new Alex Rider's adventure introduced by the author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YESx_LICcng?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TCHWMJ9IwBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2GMxGTjX9Ds/s400/Stevec77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Use these two links to find out what books have been recommended by other students. You can select your books by topic or by year. I hope you find it useful.&lt;br /&gt;Select your books and ENJOY READING!&lt;br /&gt;Any comments welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summerreadingks3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Summer reading for KS3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lecturasdeveranoks3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lecturas de verano para KS3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que disfrutéis de las lecturas y FELIZ VERANO a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagen : Stevec77. Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3757057549426460368?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3757057549426460368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-summer-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3757057549426460368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3757057549426460368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-summer-reading.html' title='Happy Summer Reading!'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/TCHWMJ9IwBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/2GMxGTjX9Ds/s72-c/Stevec77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7986587747103842500</id><published>2010-05-30T21:51:00.037+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:45:12.880+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Artemis Fowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aasd.k12.wi.us/staff/boldtkatherine/images/ArtemisFowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-box-reflect:below 3px&lt;br /&gt;    -webkit-gradient(linear, left top, left bottom, from(transparent),&lt;br /&gt;    color-stop(0.5, transparent), to(white));DISPLAY: block; FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 190px; margin-right:20px; HEIGHT: 318px" src="http://www.aasd.k12.wi.us/staff/boldtkatherine/images/ArtemisFowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read something good this is your series, it's action packed,very original and it's the perfect mixture between fantasy and mystery, action and some funny stuff.When Artemis senior disappears in the Antarctic ocean, his son Artemis II tries to recover the familiar fortune by taking some gold from the fairy people living under the worlds surface, but it is not as simple as he thinks.They are not little creatures with green suits that dance Irish music, they are not going to give their gold away and they have some advanced technology that you have never imagined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7986587747103842500?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7986587747103842500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/05/artemeis-folwyou-will-never-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7986587747103842500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7986587747103842500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/05/artemeis-folwyou-will-never-read.html' title='Artemis Fowl'/><author><name>AHM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1728986249700287457</id><published>2010-04-27T12:17:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:08:53.408+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KS3'/><title type='text'>23 de abril / April 23rd</title><content type='html'>Esta semana han tenido lugar en el colegio varias actividades relacionadas con el Libro y la Lectura. Bookworld ha organizado la Feria del Libro en la Biblioteca durante dos días, de la que esperamos hayáis disfrutado. El Departamento de Lengua organizó un Concurso de Poesía para KS3 y un Concurso de Declamación y el Departamento de Inglés organizó un Concurso de Disfraces de personajes literarios.&lt;br /&gt;Estos fueron los ganadores del &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Concurso de Declamación, &lt;/span&gt;pinchad en los enlaces para leer o escuchar los poemas, la selección es preciosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego(10) &lt;a href="http://users.fulladsl.be/spb1667/cultural/lorca/llanto_por_ignacio_sanchez_mejias/la_sangre_derramada.html"&gt;La Sangre Derramada&lt;/a&gt; de Federico García Lorca&lt;br /&gt;Candela (9) &lt;a href="http://www.palabravirtual.com/index.php?ir=ver_voz1.php&amp;amp;wid=2326&amp;amp;p=Gustavo%20Adolfo%20B%E9cquer&amp;amp;t=Cruza%20callada,%20y%20son%20sus%20movimientos...%20(Rima%20XXXIV)&amp;amp;o=Favio%20Camero"&gt;Rima XXIV&lt;/a&gt; de Gustavo Adolfo Becquer&lt;br /&gt;Teresa(9) &lt;a href="http://www.poesi.as/gabrim52.htm"&gt;Rima LI&lt;/a&gt; de Gustavo Adolfo Becquer&lt;br /&gt;Jose Luis (8) &lt;a href="http://www.palabravirtual.com/index.php?ir=ver_voz1.php&amp;amp;wid=1170&amp;amp;p=Angel%20Gonz%E1lez&amp;amp;t=Meriendo%20algunas%20tardes&amp;amp;o=%C1ngel%20Gonz%E1lez"&gt;Meriendo algunas tardes&lt;/a&gt; de Ángel González&lt;br /&gt;Paul (8) &lt;a href="http://www.neruda.uchile.cl/obra/obraodaselementales8.html"&gt;Oda a la tristeza&lt;/a&gt; de Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;y Andrea y Daniel (7) Árbol de Juan Ramón Jiménez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos son los poemas premiados en el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Concurso de Poesía&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIAJE A YUCATÁN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lejana civilización &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9a90mO2orI/AAAAAAAAAho/lrb_1xylJ7Y/s1600/Yucatan+gr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464763909174370994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9a90mO2orI/AAAAAAAAAho/lrb_1xylJ7Y/s400/Yucatan+gr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquella del pueblo Maya&lt;br /&gt;Sabia, misteriosa y cruel&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué cultura tan extraña!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eran grandes astrónomos &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9a8oU0MlWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/n3cSxFNmlfs/s1600/yucatan.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observaban las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;E intrépidos navegantes&lt;br /&gt;Se orientaban por ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenían un calendario&lt;br /&gt;Que el fin del mundo predecía&lt;br /&gt;En el año dos mil doce&lt;br /&gt;Algo malo ocurriría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacían muchos sacrificios&lt;br /&gt;A sus dioses todos ellos&lt;br /&gt;Arrojaban a cenotes&lt;br /&gt;A niños y prisioneros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JCM 7W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;LA IMAGINACIÓN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bQvsLdiSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wQ2wUPRz2kQ/s1600/imaginaci%C3%B3n.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464784715592337698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bQvsLdiSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wQ2wUPRz2kQ/s400/imaginaci%C3%B3n.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La imaginación es algo&lt;br /&gt;que nace si abres la mente&lt;br /&gt;y que te hace parecer&lt;br /&gt;realmente inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La imaginación es algo&lt;br /&gt;como una enciclopedia&lt;br /&gt;que te ayuda a escribir&lt;br /&gt;la tragedia y la comedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La imaginación te ayuda&lt;br /&gt;cuando tienes miseria&lt;br /&gt;y te puede consolar&lt;br /&gt;cuando tienes histeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La imaginación es algo&lt;br /&gt;que hace de centinela&lt;br /&gt;como en una oscura noche&lt;br /&gt;una pequeña vela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELD 7Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA MAR Y YO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;La mar es, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bWfEJUSPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hYWbgl7qbr0/s1600/mar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464791027037784306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bWfEJUSPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hYWbgl7qbr0/s400/mar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el cielo en un espejo.&lt;br /&gt;Tantos años tiene,&lt;br /&gt;que en el mundo es lo más viejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mar es,&lt;br /&gt;la fuente de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;que se llena de agua,&lt;br /&gt;llovida tras llovida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mar es,&lt;br /&gt;un lugar de diversión.&lt;br /&gt;el uno son las olas,&lt;br /&gt;el dos la natación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si la mar es,&lt;br /&gt;todas esas cosas que he nombrado.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces ¿qué soy yo?&lt;br /&gt;Un reflejo de la muerte que algún día alcanzaré.&lt;br /&gt;Una gota de este mundo que algún día secará.&lt;br /&gt;Una pelota hinchable que algún día estallará.&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente,&lt;br /&gt;un humilde poeta que en la mar se inspiró,&lt;br /&gt;para escribir un poema que nunca publicó.&lt;br /&gt;ALB 8V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROMANCE DE LA PRINCESITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bZScB5fdI/AAAAAAAAAig/Xn8fdMIOCWQ/s1600/coraz%C3%B3n.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464794108645703122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bZScB5fdI/AAAAAAAAAig/Xn8fdMIOCWQ/s400/coraz%C3%B3n.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En los tiempos de Castilla,&lt;br /&gt;que vencía sin parar,&lt;br /&gt;caballeros y princesas&lt;br /&gt;se despedían de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te alejes caballero&lt;br /&gt;que sin ti no puedo estar,&lt;br /&gt;no te alejes de mi lado&lt;br /&gt;no me abandones jamás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquila mi princesita&lt;br /&gt;que siempre te voy a amar,&lt;br /&gt;pero tienes que jurarme&lt;br /&gt;que de mi te acordarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu tranquilo caballero &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bZkeo_k8I/AAAAAAAAAio/M0NKw67Kj-0/s1600/prin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464794418584196034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9bZkeo_k8I/AAAAAAAAAio/M0NKw67Kj-0/s400/prin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sufra tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;que te estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;aunque sufra mi dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa despacio&lt;br /&gt;para el que sufre de amor,&lt;br /&gt;las malas noticias llegan,&lt;br /&gt;le rompen el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No llores más princesita,&lt;br /&gt;tu amor ya no volverá,&lt;br /&gt;qué triste queda la noche,&lt;br /&gt;qué fría la soledad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RMPA 8W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mira hacia delante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sigue caminando,&lt;br /&gt;no hay nada más fácil,&lt;br /&gt;que tus pasos ir guiando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigue hacia delante,&lt;br /&gt;sin perder el rumbo,&lt;br /&gt;sigue caminando,&lt;br /&gt;al norte siempre mirando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese es tu camino,&lt;br /&gt;el que tú has labrado,&lt;br /&gt;este es tu destino,&lt;br /&gt;tú te los has ganado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alza la mirada,&lt;br /&gt;mira las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;cuenta todas ellas&lt;br /&gt;sin saber ni una coordenada.&lt;br /&gt;FLM 9X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella naufraga en un mar de dudas;&lt;br /&gt;Su alma, arrastrada por las olas sin cesar;&lt;br /&gt;Ella víctima de las sombras,&lt;br /&gt;Y prisionera de un sollozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella, cendal quemado por el humo gris;&lt;br /&gt;Su corazón, fuego helado esperando ser conquistado;&lt;br /&gt;Ella, amuleto de una llama,&lt;br /&gt;Insolente niña ardiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella, ráfaga de un viento que viaja sin rumbo;&lt;br /&gt;Su mirada, desafiantes ojos verdes&lt;br /&gt;que desde el horizonte matan,&lt;br /&gt;y de mi lado muero:&lt;br /&gt;Ella, blanca nube vagante&lt;br /&gt;Que hacia el vacío abismo viaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hay alguien, que viaja a su lado;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible agonía, que espera ser encontrado.&lt;br /&gt;JBS 9x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;¡Enhorabuena a todos!&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/7387114425642563969-1728986249700287457?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1728986249700287457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-de-abril-april-23rd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1728986249700287457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1728986249700287457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/04/23-de-abril-april-23rd.html' title='23 de abril / April 23rd'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S9a90mO2orI/AAAAAAAAAho/lrb_1xylJ7Y/s72-c/Yucatan+gr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3918510732602443817</id><published>2010-04-01T12:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:35:16.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Percy Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.proximosestrenos.com.ar/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/percy-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.proximosestrenos.com.ar/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/percy-jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Percy Jackson series is fantastic. Action packed, with every type of monster you could think of.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard about the Greek gods, well in this series they are real, and they are fighting against Kronos, lord of time. The main character is a demigod, this means his dad is a god and his mum is mortal. Our hero's dad is Poseidon, you can imagine what's this: control water, talk with horses...&lt;br /&gt;The series is formed by five books, in each one Percy has to do the same things heroes did, but in his own special way.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book specially for fantasy lovers, but in fact everyone who likes reading can read this series. And trust me, you won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3918510732602443817?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3918510732602443817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/04/percy-jackson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3918510732602443817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3918510732602443817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/04/percy-jackson.html' title='Percy Jackson'/><author><name>AHM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3119260964361125791</id><published>2010-03-08T12:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:31:00.036+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boy in the striped pyjamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book+movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John  Boyne'/><title type='text'>John Boyne  in BBC World Book Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S5T5adXbT2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/bFSu_3XW5vw/s1600-h/boy+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446252082352574306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S5T5adXbT2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/bFSu_3XW5vw/s400/boy+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S5T5TKhsK2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZB1LQGIyPX4/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446251957036264290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S5T5TKhsK2I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ZB1LQGIyPX4/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you read "The boy in the striped pyjamas"? Have you seen the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnboyne.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/royal-festival-hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The BBC World Service has a programme called &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bbc.co.uk%20›%20Factual%20›%20Arts,%20Culture%20&amp;amp;%20the%20Media%20-"&gt;World Book Club&lt;/a&gt; which proposes a book to be read every month. Then they interview the author of the book with the questions sent by readers from all around the world. This month's book was "The boy in the striped pyjamas". Click &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/p006frb3/World_Book_Club_World_Book_Club_John_Boyne/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the interview with John Boyne conducted by Harriett Gilbert which took place at Royal Festival Hall on the South Bank in London last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3119260964361125791?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3119260964361125791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/03/john-boyne-in-bbc-world-book-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3119260964361125791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3119260964361125791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/03/john-boyne-in-bbc-world-book-club.html' title='John Boyne  in BBC World Book Club'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S5T5adXbT2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/bFSu_3XW5vw/s72-c/boy+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1277099796086289172</id><published>2010-03-02T15:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:37:23.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Benedetti'/><title type='text'>Primavera con una Esquina Rota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S40tmJoNIuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SNUpEV7JzMg/s1600-h/Primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444057658003628770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S40tmJoNIuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SNUpEV7JzMg/s400/Primavera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;El ejercicio propuesto a los alumnos del año 10 era crear un capítulo para este libro, introduciendo el punto de vista de personaje nuevo. Este es uno de ellos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Al final encontareis un video en el que Mario Benedetti recita alguno de sus poemas. Espero que os guste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy llegó un nuevo compañero. Le llamo compañero, aunque todavía ni lo conozco, por no llamarle “preso”. No me gusta esa palabra. Así que llegó un nuevo compañero, hoy por la tarde, alrededor de las ocho. Su nombre es Santiago. Y le metieron conmigo en mi habitación. Habitación, por no decir “celda”. Tampoco me gusta esa palabra. Así que estamos los dos en la misma habitación. Y todavía no hemos hablado. Espero que nos llevemos bien. En fin, tengo que apagar la luz ya, dieron el toque de queda. Seguiré mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago ha resultado ser una gran persona. Estuvimos conversando largo rato por la mañana, ya que los dos padecemos un extraño insomnio y nos despertamos demasiado temprano. Es otro compañero de armas, y eso me hizo sentir mejor y peor a la vez. Mejor, porque tendremos más cosas en común, y porque ahora sí que es un compañero de verdad. Peor, por sentirme mejor. ¿Quién se siente mejor al saber que han encarcelado a un compañero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha pasado una semana desde que llegó Santiago. Al principio, parecía un tipo alegre y amistoso, y extrovertido, pero debe haberle llegado el golpe. A todos les llega tarde o temprano el golpe. El golpe psicológico de procesar que te han extirpado la libertad sin anestesia, que te han amputado, que estás preso, vaya. Que no eres un ser humano al completo. Y que estás solo. Aunque hay muchos más presos en la cárcel, en el fondo estás solo. Así que a Santiago le ha llegado el golpe. Espero que se le pase pronto, y que no le afecte demasiado. Parecía un buen tipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha tardado más de lo que yo esperaba. Ha pasado un mes. Por fin, ayer por la noche, me habló. Me habló de su primo. No me enteré mucho, porque tenía sueño y también porque no se expresaba muy bien, el pobre. Creo que el primo se llamaba Emilio. No me dijo mucho más. Sólo que se llevaban muy bien de pequeños. De las historias en concreto, no me acuerdo. Lo importante es que por fin ha hablado, ha salido del pozo. Eso está bien. Lo que no entiendo es por qué ha hablado de su primo. La mayoría habla de su familia cercana, como su mujer, hijos o padres, o de su tierra natal, o algo por el estilo. Pero ésta es la primera vez que oigo a alguien hablar de su primo. Y llevo tres años aquí, vaya. Que no son pocos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy se han llevado a Santiago a la sala de interrogatorios. Pobre chaval. Todavía no ha vuelto, y son las nueve de la noche. Se lo llevaron hace cinco horas. La verdad es que estoy preocupado. Tengo que apagar. Mañana sigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pude escribir hasta ahora porque algún cretino me escondió el diario. Hace tres meses que no escribo. Creo saber quién ha sido, porque a ése maldito carcelero suplente nunca le caí simpático, como él a mí tampoco. No tengo pruebas, pero ni falta que hacen. Tiene que haber sido él. Santiago está mejor. Habla más. Me cuenta sus interrogatorios. No es que sea muy agradable escucharlos, pero parece que al chaval le ayuda el desahogarse. Y por lo que cuenta, todavía no ha soltado palabra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vino mi abogado. Me recordó que me falta poco. Como si hiciese falta recordármelo. Sólo espero que no cambien de opinión. Por favor, que no cambien de opinión. Santiago hoy me habló de su familia, por fin. Me habló de Graciela, de Beatriz y del “Viejo”, que es como él llama a Rafael, su padre. Les echa de menos. Pobre. Prácticamente un año, que se dice pronto pero es mucho y a la vez no es nada cuando no se sabe hasta cuándo se va a estar cargando con esta horrible minusvalía. Prácticamente un año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Libertad no se celebra el año nuevo. Y como encuentre al cretino de mierda que bautizó la cárcel, se va a acordar de la madre que le parió, el gracioso. Tenía que desahogarme. Era necesario. Santiago y yo hicimos una pequeña fiesta en la habitación, que consistió en comer un mendrugo de pan y dos frutas que robamos de la cocina ayer. Menos mal que no nos pillaron. Sólo faltaba eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras un mes de ausencia, vuelvo a escribir por dos razones. La primera es que volvió mi abogado ayer. La cosa marcha. Le pedí, sin embargo, que no me diese fechas. No quiero saberlas. Creo que es peor. Si sabes el día exacto, no haces otra cosa más que pensar en él, te abstrae, te consume, es horrible. No quiero saberlo. Me basta con saber que me voy. Que no es poco, vaya, después de cuatro años. La segunda razón por la que escribo es porque Santiago hoy me habló de manchas. Sí, de manchas. En la pared. Pobre chaval. Ya me parecía a mí que estaba demasiado bien para que durase…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía que escribir hoy. Me arriesgo a que me sancionen por ignorar el toque de queda, pero tenía que escribir. Hoy descubrí un agujero en el suelo de la celda. Digo, habitación. Es minúsculo, pero suficiente para que quepa un papel por él. Y creo que tengo una idea… No tengo miedo de que lean esto, aunque supondría un cambio de la habitación y un castigo, probablemente. Desde que me robaron el diario, lo guardo a buen recaudo en un sitio secreto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le revelé a Santiago el agujero hoy. Estaba eufórico. Adivinó mi plan mucho antes de que yo se lo contase. Es listo, el chaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy puse en marcha mi plan. Hablé con Manuel. Estaba de acuerdo. Gran tipo, Manuel. Quedamos en que mañana por la mañana le daríamos las cartas. La mía y la de Santiago, por supuesto. Espero que funcione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace una semana que le dimos las cartas a Manuel por el agujero de la celda, digo habitación, y todavía no hay respuesta. Espero que no le hayan pillado, Aunque no creo que nos delate. Es un gran tipo, Manuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recibimos las respuestas del modo habitual ayer por la tarde. Pero pillaron a Manuel. Lo sé porque hoy no estaba en el comedor. Lo deben haber metido en algún otro sitio de retención, o algo así, pobre hombre. Me siento culpable. Ojala pudiera ayudarle. Sólo espero que no le hagan daño. Ya sé que no nos va a delatar. Es un gran tipo, no haría eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace dos meses que no escribo. Mañana me voy. Me voy. Por fin me voy. Intento no parecer demasiado alegre, pero no puedo evitarlo. Mañana me voy. Lo único por lo que estoy triste es por Santiago. Él se queda. Pero yo me voy. Me voy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JMA 10Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwJ4YTr7_MQ&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IwJ4YTr7_MQ&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si queréis leer más poemas o alguna otra novela, en la biblioteca tenemos varias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1277099796086289172?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1277099796086289172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavera-con-una-esquina-rota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1277099796086289172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1277099796086289172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavera-con-una-esquina-rota.html' title='Primavera con una Esquina Rota'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S40tmJoNIuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/SNUpEV7JzMg/s72-c/Primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1975807630520481024</id><published>2010-03-01T11:48:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:56:11.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas de amor'/><title type='text'>II Concurso de cartas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4ub-ixaSiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/9JE-Ron_Csw/s1600-h/Loneliness..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443616073395620386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4ub-ixaSiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/9JE-Ron_Csw/s400/Loneliness..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé si tú me oyes o me puedes ver, o puedes sentir la tristeza que hay en mi cuerpo al escribir estas palabras de amor que nunca llegué a decirte, y no sé si puedes reconfortar mi frío corazón llenándolo de ese agradable calor tuyo que se fue contigo sin despedirse, pero quiero decirte que desde que me desperté una mañana y te vi, tumbada en la cama rígida, pálida y helada, he estado reteniendo un grito lleno de rabia y amargura por no haberte podido demostrar nunca que tu voz, tus ojos, tu pelo, tu aroma, tus labios; todo tu cuerpo me volvían loco. Un gran hueco en mi pecho me parte en dos y cada noche me agarro con fuerza para evitar que esto pase, mientras un par de lágrimas ruedan por mis mejillas cayendo en la almohada donde tú apoyabas tu cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;Desde que tu mano ya no agarra la mía, mi único consuelo es la soledad, el estar tu recuerdo y yo solos, sin nadie más que moleste nuestra conversación muda.&lt;br /&gt;Mi mente se ha cerrado ante todo lo que no esté relacionado contigo. Cualquier cosa me recuerda a ti, y mi mente, nublada por tu ausencia, me engaña y me hace creer cosas que no son reales. Siento tus delicados labios besándome la piel cuando la lluvia fría resbala por mis mejillas, y la suave brisa que me acaricia tiernamente, es tu mano, rozando con dulzura mi cara esperando un beso como respuesta. Cada vez que esto pasa, lanzo ese beso al viento, para que lo arrastre con él hasta aquel lugar, más allá de las nubes para que te llegue a ti y por fin puedas saber que por mucho que tú no estés aquí, jamás lograré olvidarte.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca podré volver a amar a otra mujer, porque sólo tú pudiste darme todo el amor que yo esperaba, aunque nunca recibieses ni la mitad a cambio; sólo tú me cuidabas y me mimabas como a un niño sin recibir ni un solo gracias o una muestra de agradecimiento. Porque sólo tú supiste interpretar mi frialdad como una señal de sentimiento profundo, por eso te diré por primera vez en mi vida, y te juro que no será la última que te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque no sé si tú me oyes o me puedes ver, o puedes sentir la tristeza que hay en mi cuerpo al escribir estas palabras de amor que nunca llegué a decirte, sé que puedes reconfortar mi frío corazón llenándolo de ese agradable calor tuyo que se fue contigo si despedirse, porque acabas de hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TM9Y &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto : Flickr Mr.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4uckC4tJiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kyJCuH8tpxE/s1600-h/choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443616717671310882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4uckC4tJiI/AAAAAAAAAgo/kyJCuH8tpxE/s400/choc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todos los días sueño contigo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginé que podría quererte tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Tu piel es tan brillante y morena como el ébano,&lt;br /&gt;Toda envuelta en vestidos de plata, como una princesa,&lt;br /&gt;Tu perfume me hipnotiza y el corazón se me acelera, cuando te encuentro por casualidad, te escondo para que seas mía.&lt;br /&gt;Querida Chocolatina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JCB9Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Emalaith de Flckr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4udJU2hk_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/rlv2-niKoRM/s1600-h/hosp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443617358149161970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4udJU2hk_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/rlv2-niKoRM/s400/hosp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mientras te escribo&lt;/span&gt; pienso que esta será una de las últimas cosas que haga, ya que los médicos me dieron tres meses de vida , y hace tres meses desde que me conectaron a esta máquina que hace que mi corazón siga latiendo.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo notar la presencia de la muerte, está por todas partes, en mi cuerpo, en mi habitación,…incluso el sol, que hoy no tiene vida. La muerte está aquí, sentada a mi lado, esperando. Pero yo no tengo miedo de nada, menos de una cosa: De que cuando yo ya no esté aquí tú me olvides, yo te juro que jamás te olvidaré.&lt;br /&gt;No permitiré que la muerte me arrebate lo que siento por ti, lo cual no puedo describir porque no encuentro palabras adecuadas para hacerlo y porque no tengo demasiado tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Te pido por lo que más quieras que no llores cuando yo me vaya, que no sufras, porque yo jamás me perdonaría ser el responsable de que una lágrima caiga de esos ojos tan bellos.&lt;br /&gt;Noto cómo la vida se escapa poco a poco de mi cuerpo, pero no pienso dejar que la muerte se me lleve antes de terminar esta carta. Sólo puedo pedirte un acosa más: que todos los 14 de febrero tires una rosa al mar y pienses en mí, porque estaré pensando en ti. Cuando me eches de menos solamente tienes que cerrar los ojos, yo estaré allí y volveré a la vida por unos segundos.&lt;br /&gt;Adiós, te quiero…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VF9Y &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto : Flickr Madmannekin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443628394072828514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4unLs3w6mI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rkXeHxWhlis/s400/old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Querida Silvia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo porque es San Valentín y es tradición que los enamorados se manden cartas de amor, y yo lo estoy de ti. Aunque a mi edad parezca ridículo yo te quiero, Silvia. A pesar de los años, a pesar de las dificultades, yo te amo. Desde aquel día en que me perdí en tus ojos, estoy enamorado de ti. Y sigo enamorado de aquellos ojos que ya no ven. Y ahora, tras pensarlo una y otra vez, te mando esta carta, esta carta que no sé si llegará, que no sé si leerás, pero dicen que lo importante es la intención, y yo la tengo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que sepas que te echo de menos, echo de menos tus ojos, aquellos ojos que me miraban y me hacían vivir. Echo de menos tu boca, aquella boca con la hacías esas muecas tan tuyas. Echo de menos tus manos, aquellas manos ya arrugadas y temblorosas con las que cocinabas, con las que me rozabas cuando me dabas el periódico o con las que gesticulabas efusivamente. Echo de menos tu risa, aquella risa angelical con la que llenabas de alegría mi corazón. Echo de menos tus pies, aquellos pies que solían estar tan fríos que cuando me rozabas con ellos entre las sábanas no podía evitar un respingo. Echo de menos tu alma. Silvia, te echo de menos a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que sepas que entre los muros de esta residencia en la que ahora estoy; porque no vivo en ella, porque desde que no estás, yo no vivo, me encuentro dando vueltas en un lugar que no es ni la vida ni la muerte, pero es la peor de las torturas. Quiero que sepas que pienso en ti cada día, cada hora, cada minuto y cada segundo. Repaso una y otra vez lo que vivimos juntos. Me imagino repetidamente lo que podríamos haber vivido y recuerdo tu imagen; te recuerdo como la última vez que te vi, pálida, con la mirada perdida, fría y sin vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al pensar en ti no puedo evitar pensar que tal vez fue mi culpa y, quizás por eso, nuestros hijos ya sólo me visitan una vez al año, durante menos de una hora, y tal vez por eso es por lo que, según mis cuidadoras, estoy cayendo en una depresión. Aquellas cuidadoras que me hablan con voz melosa aunque en realidad no les importe en absoluto mi vida pero ponen esa voz dulce para cobrar su sueldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento Silvia, porque es mi culpa, si yo no hubiera insistido en comprar aquella casa tú no te habrías caído por aquellas escaleras, yo no estaría así y aquel médico no me habría dicho tiempo atrás que era inevitable que tarde o temprano la muerte te llevaría consigo y yo probablemente no te estaría escribiendo con estas manos temblorosas que hacen la tarea casi imposible, tanto que llevo horas escribiendo esto. Tú estarías con vida, como debería ser, tú estarías descansando o leyendo tranquilamente en nuestra casa, en la casa que no he vuelto a pisar porque no puedo ver el lugar donde vivimos tanto y donde yo perdí todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entrado en depresión y creen que me voy a morir, y ojalá sea así. Estoy deseando volver a estar junto a ti, estoy deseando reunirme contigo allá donde estés. Y no te preocupes si esta carta no te llega porque pronto estaré yo allí para decírtelo en persona, porque pronto voy a dejar de existir, porque estoy como el día sin la noche, como un perro sin su dueño, como una sombra sin su cuerpo, porque sin ti no soy nada en este mundo ya extraño. Finalmente quiero que sepas que de este sin vivir sólo tengo algo claro, te quiero Silvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente tuyo,&lt;br /&gt;Ángel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto : Flickr de mfcrowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1975807630520481024?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1975807630520481024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/03/ii-concurso-de-cartas-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1975807630520481024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1975807630520481024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/03/ii-concurso-de-cartas-de-amor.html' title='II Concurso de cartas de amor'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S4ub-ixaSiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/9JE-Ron_Csw/s72-c/Loneliness..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-8218011561063145310</id><published>2010-02-09T09:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:45:21.806+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The great automatic Grammatizator by Roald Dahl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S3EXrM4RlPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ulYPNBGlwWQ/s1600-h/gram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436152256171971826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S3EXrM4RlPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ulYPNBGlwWQ/s400/gram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are too many books to choose a favourite from. Although one of my favourites would probably be “The Great automatic grammatizator”, by Roald Dahl. This book is a wonderful collection of exciting short stories. I really enjoyed reading them. My favourite story from the book “The Great Automatic Grammatizator” is 'Vengeance is Mine Inc.' I liked this story because it is very funny and interesting. Although it is a bit strange I though it got the readers' attention very easily because of its' plot. All of the stories were good, but some were better than others.&lt;br /&gt;JSC 9T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-8218011561063145310?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/8218011561063145310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-automatic-grammatizator-by-raold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8218011561063145310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8218011561063145310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-automatic-grammatizator-by-raold.html' title='The great automatic Grammatizator by Roald Dahl'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S3EXrM4RlPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ulYPNBGlwWQ/s72-c/gram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4307981703853980421</id><published>2010-02-01T12:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:46:42.954+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book+movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><title type='text'>How to train your dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S2bBS7bAhHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/clUQ7w40otk/s1600-h/How.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433242531401860210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S2bBS7bAhHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/clUQ7w40otk/s400/How.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamworks animation, the same team who made Shrek o Madagascar, has now adapted the series of books about Hiccup to the big screen in 3D!! The books by Cressida Cowell are very popular in our library. They are fun and easy to read. We have some of them available in audiobook format. So please, come and borrow the books before the movie is out. You'll enjoy the movie twice a s much!! Watch the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ihc3lEi7pw&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ihc3lEi7pw&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4307981703853980421?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4307981703853980421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-train-your-dragon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4307981703853980421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4307981703853980421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-train-your-dragon.html' title='How to train your dragon'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S2bBS7bAhHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/clUQ7w40otk/s72-c/How.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6340958881250815776</id><published>2010-01-26T12:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:33:30.138+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Señor Burdick'/><title type='text'>Un extraño día en Julio</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hemos vuelto a inventar historias basadas en los inquietantes dibujos de "Los misterios del Sr.Burdick" de Chris van Allsburg. Este cuento se basa en la ilustración &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Un extraño día en Julio". ¡Qué disfrutéis&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S17ORysWvCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ah5aksnCUo4/s1600-h/burdick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431005005716306978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S17ORysWvCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ah5aksnCUo4/s400/burdick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminaba extrañamente lento por la arena de la playa, el sol quemándome la piel. Me encontraba junto a mi hermana Raquel, pero había cambiado bastante y hasta no estaba seguro de si era ella. La verdad, todo era muy confuso. Era como si estuviera viendo una película en el cine, en la que el actor principal fuera yo.&lt;br /&gt;Al cabo de un rato comencé a jugar con las piedras, lanzándolas con fuerza a la cresta de las olas. Estas se hundían o efectuaban un saltito antes de caerse al agua. Lo extraño fue que, aun lanzándola con todas mis fuerzas, la tercera piedra rebotó de regreso., y de repente se encendieron luces dentro del mar. Una por una iban apareciendo como punto s difuminados pero brillantes. El mar se calmó súbitamente y al estar tan quieto podía verse claramente el fondo. Ese fue el problema. Acto seguido el mar comenzó a burbujear, formando altas y serenas figuras que emergían lentamente hacia la costa. Aquellas cosas portaban antorchas encendidas con un extraño fuego que parecía no apagarse y brillaba deslumbrantemente.&lt;br /&gt;Me tapé los ojos para protegerme de la luz y oí unos pasos en la arena. Cuando levanté la vista me quedé helado. Las extrañas m figuras que había visto, semejantes a sirenas, reptaban moviendo sus enormes colas escamosas, y batiendo incesantemente la arena de la playa, hacia mi. Estaba atrapado. Las sirenas parecían comunicarse con chirridos metálicos, y tuve que taparme las orejas para evitar que me estallasen los tímpanos. Me quedé allí, tirado en el suelo y cubierto de arena, con las orejas tapadas y sin poder ver nada, esperándome lo peor. Pero la muerte no llegó. Todo lo contrario, me inundó una cálida sensación de comodidad. Estaba en mi cama. Aunque sudaba a chorros, me encontraba notablemente mejor. Me incorporé, dejando apoyar mis brazos sobre los muslos y reflexioné. Había sido un sueño. Sólo un sueño. La voz estridente de mi madre me hizo salir de mi privada fantasía, y me apresuré a desayunar. No presté demasiada atención a la conversación porque estaba confuso, y dos segundos después estaba en la playa con mi hermana, al parecer habiéndole dicho que sí cuando me preguntó si bajábamos. Pero yo no me acordaba. Me estaba empezando a encontrar mal, pero al querer sentarme, mis propias piernas no me dejaron. En vez de eso me arrastraron hasta la costa, paso a paso. Y allí, flotando sobre el mar, estaba la piedra rojiza que había tirado en mi sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JLM 8Z&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si queréis leer más cuentos basados en este libro usad este&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houghtonmifflinbooks.com/features/harrisburdick/inspired_by_burdick.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt; enlace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; a la página oficial , o buscad en el índice del blog los cuentos del año pasado, la entrada es "Señor Burdick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6340958881250815776?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6340958881250815776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-extrano-dia-en-julio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6340958881250815776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6340958881250815776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-extrano-dia-en-julio.html' title='Un extraño día en Julio'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S17ORysWvCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Ah5aksnCUo4/s72-c/burdick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6475224970237090980</id><published>2010-01-26T10:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:32:52.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HORRIBLE GEOGRAPHY &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S162J0ygy2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/QMDq0He73Bw/s1600-h/odi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430978480560982882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S162J0ygy2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/QMDq0He73Bw/s400/odi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODIOUS OCEANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a very good book because it is&lt;br /&gt;a like a comic. You can read a joke&lt;br /&gt;in every page that also helps&lt;br /&gt;you learn something about geography.&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing it, you are learning&lt;br /&gt;millions of things by only reading a book!&lt;br /&gt;And if you don´t like reading, this book&lt;br /&gt;is perfect for you because its&lt;br /&gt;definitely very, very thin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EL 7Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6475224970237090980?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6475224970237090980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/horrible-geography-odious-oceans-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6475224970237090980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6475224970237090980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/horrible-geography-odious-oceans-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S162J0ygy2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/QMDq0He73Bw/s72-c/odi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1107005538520518697</id><published>2010-01-19T12:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:40:45.940+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book+movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Percy Jackson'/><title type='text'>Percy Jackson goes to Holliwood</title><content type='html'>Have you read Percy Jackson´s series? It is really action packed and funny . The first book is &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.percyjacksonbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percy Jacskon and the lightening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.percyjacksonbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;in which the main character discovers&lt;/span&gt; that he is the son of Poseidon, god of the sea . He finds out that the legendary gods and beasts of Greek mythology still exist and now they live in Olympus which is now situated at the mythical 600th floor of the Empire State Building.&lt;br /&gt;This is a trailer of the movie coming out soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dI08-pCFJj0&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dI08-pCFJj0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the book before you go to the cinema!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1107005538520518697?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1107005538520518697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/percy-jackson-goes-to-holliwood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1107005538520518697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1107005538520518697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/percy-jackson-goes-to-holliwood.html' title='Percy Jackson goes to Holliwood'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6807381104353780590</id><published>2010-01-11T16:09:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:48:38.874+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Leaving mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S0tA7ciHZ-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/r8V37HVHZgM/s1600-h/HuggingtheRock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425501566113638370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S0tA7ciHZ-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/r8V37HVHZgM/s400/HuggingtheRock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TheseChristmas holidays I read two quite sad books about mothers leaving home. The first one was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hugging the Rock&lt;/span&gt; by Susan Taylor Browns. It is a verse novel about Rachel's feelings when her mother left home and she was left alone with her laconic father. It is a beautiful and moving story. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S0tD59YTQ-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/QRCzNiynaOE/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425504839105987554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S0tD59YTQ-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/QRCzNiynaOE/s400/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found a web page with videos made by children presenting this book, Have a&lt;a href="http://www.freshbrain.org/scholarship/freshbrain-video-book-trailer-scholarship"&gt; look&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-6ptanead4&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G-6ptanead4&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is &lt;a href="http://www.refrigeratordoor.ca/"&gt;Life on the refrigerator doo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refrigeratordoor.ca/"&gt;r&lt;/a&gt; by Alice Kuipers. This story is told by the notes between a daughter and her mother left on the fridge door. The girl in this book is a bit older , around 14, and the mother is an extremely busy doctor who has breast cancer... To be honest I didn't like this one as much as the other , but it is becoming very popular and difficult to find on the library shelves. Read it and judge yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6807381104353780590?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6807381104353780590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/leaving-mothers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6807381104353780590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6807381104353780590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2010/01/leaving-mothers.html' title='Leaving mothers'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S0tA7ciHZ-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/r8V37HVHZgM/s72-c/HuggingtheRock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7044379771936841164</id><published>2009-12-28T11:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:52:05.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The shapeshifter'/><title type='text'>The shapeshifter, Finding the fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SziNy-NUTkI/AAAAAAAAABI/o_7VGvMT1ZA/s1600-h/shsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 74px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420238058372222530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SziNy-NUTkI/AAAAAAAAABI/o_7VGvMT1ZA/s320/shsh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Dax discovers his strange powers, and they are nearly made public to the world, he is sent to Tregarren College, a school for the gifted children. In order to keep the school's secrets, neither Dax or the children in the school can show their powers in public. But someone is looking for Dax. His animal instincts tell him not to trust the principal, but he notices too late that he is cruel and ruthless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A book full of mysteries, action and fantasy. If Mystery is what you like, you won't be able to give up reading this series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7044379771936841164?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7044379771936841164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/shapeshifter-finding-fox.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7044379771936841164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7044379771936841164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/shapeshifter-finding-fox.html' title='The shapeshifter, Finding the fox'/><author><name>BES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006287423467834119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SziNy-NUTkI/AAAAAAAAABI/o_7VGvMT1ZA/s72-c/shsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4696381894882082771</id><published>2009-12-21T16:45:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:37:13.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microrrelatos'/><title type='text'>Microrrelatos de Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418025575677427666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SzCxjh47_9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/XXg9hhdLpEc/s400/arbolito2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pedro&lt;/span&gt; se levantó como siempre sobre las siete, pero hoy el corazón latía más rápido que nunca. No hizo parada para verse en el espejo o lavarse las manos o ni si quiera para orinar. La emoción de recibir su primer balón de fútbol, si era ese su regalo, le quemaba de alegría. Cuando llegó al salón, derrapó hasta el árbol, pero allí no había nada. Saltó al ver que los regalos estaban en el sofá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"¡Qué señor más cómodo!" pensó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los colocó en el suelo. Desde allí se oían los ronquidos de su padre y los de su madre como contestación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eran dos cajas iguales, verdes , con el clásico sello de El Corte Inglés, y con "Pedro" escrito en blanco. Eran cuadradas pero se veía y se notaba que lo que ocultaban era algo redondo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"¡El balón de fútbol!" volvió a decirse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y, sin abrir la caja se dispuso a golpear el interior ( que si , como suponía , fuera un balón rebotaría) Preparó la derecha, la calentó, dio dos saltitos y lanzó un zapatazo que ni Cristiano Ronaldo en sus mejores tiempos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los cristales volaron por todo el salón, y se oyó a su madre diciéndole a su padre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"¿Habrá visto ya la bola del mundo de cristal?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedro abrió los ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"¡Albricias! me equivoqué de caja." se maldijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM 9W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SzCx5CPPetI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-ZPDOKuMrMw/s1600-h/papanoel_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418025945138166482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SzCx5CPPetI/AAAAAAAAAfg/-ZPDOKuMrMw/s400/papanoel_01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era la mañana&lt;/span&gt; del 26 de diciembre. Santa Claus estaba en el gimnasio intentando bajar esos kilillos que sobran. El pobre no podía verse las puntas de las botas porque una enorme barriga grasienta le impedía ver más allá de su ombligo. Hacía flexiones, abdominales, levantaba pesas... Y el impaciente hombrecillo del traje y el gorro rojo no veía resultados, así es que siempre ahogaba sus penas con un cocktail de chocolate y vainilla con virutas de fresa. En ese momento Mamá Claus entró en la cocina y exclamó: - "Nicolasus Martínez Claus ¿ No te tengo dicho que no piques entre horas?. Te recuerdo que tu traje ya no se puede agrandar más, y como engordes, los pobres niños quedarán desconcertados cuando te vean con el traje amarillo que te regaló mi madre. ¿ No decías que ibas a ponerte en forma con el gimnasio que los reyes magos te regalaron el año pasado?." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al oír esto Santa Claus salió disparado hacia el gimnasio, pero a la media hora volvió a tener hambre. Abrió la nevera y sólo encontró productos sanos como " Danacol" para el colesterol y para las defensas " Actimel", y como Mamá Noel no podía prescindir del Petit Suisse, también había muchos... Santa Claus empezó a tomarse la dieta más en serio, y al cabo de un año , fue elegido el hombre más sexy del planeta por la revista People, destronando al pobre Johnny Deep. Nadie podía creerse el cambio que había dado este hombre, ni siquiera Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SzCxOs3GXeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/oxGLLkfVqvE/s1600-h/bola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418025217845255650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SzCxOs3GXeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/oxGLLkfVqvE/s400/bola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MV 9X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es la hora&lt;/span&gt;, se acerca la Navidad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Después de esperar en ese remoto rincón del sitio más oscuro de toda la casa, donde no he podido lucir mis colores rojos en contraste con ese verde oscurecido durante un año, por fin soy colocada en el maravilloso árbol con mis otras amigas. He tenido la suerte de que me ha colocado el mayor de los cinco hijos cuidadosamente, haciéndolo lo mejor posible para que no me caiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sólo voy a estar unos días aquí colgada, pero no me importa, estoy contenta porque veré las luces brillar en la oscuridad e la noche. Nochebuena es el día en el que hay que lucirse porque vienen todos los familiares. Siempre le dan un pequeño vistazo al árbol y luego se fijan en los detalles. Yo ya sé lo que los abuelos van a decir, ya que dicen lo mismo todos los años y además varias veces : " ¡Mira que árbol tan bonito!, mira, la estrella es preciosa. ¡ Cuantas bolas! La que más me gusta es ésta" dicen apuntándome a mí. Luego los padres encienden las luces y los abuelos dicen : "¡Ah! ¡Cómo brilla!" Este es mi día favorito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al día siguiente llega el momento más odioso de todos, Navidad. Es el día más odiado por varias razones. La primera es porque los niños reciben sus regalos, esto es muy malo porque siempre dañan el árbol. El año pasado a uno le regalaron una espada y la cogió y empezó a zarandearla y en uno de los movimientos golpeó y en el árbol se cayeron cinco de mis amigas. Por otra parte, no lo entiendo, no se pueden conformar con sus regalos sino que tienen que coger a una de mis compañeras y empezar a jugar al fútbol con ella. Por último volveremos a ese lugar oscuro, sin un milímetro de espacio, hasta que nos coloquen en el árbol el año que viene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4696381894882082771?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4696381894882082771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/microrrelatos-de-navidad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4696381894882082771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4696381894882082771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/microrrelatos-de-navidad.html' title='Microrrelatos de Navidad'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SzCxjh47_9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/XXg9hhdLpEc/s72-c/arbolito2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1997117075694163451</id><published>2009-12-21T11:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:40:18.147+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benedic Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/Sy9LOzpZH-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/MohFCg4XKrw/s1600-h/bene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417631594504069090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 42px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/Sy9LOzpZH-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/MohFCg4XKrw/s400/bene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reynie M., an 11 year old orphan, reads an advertisment in the newspaper for 'gifted children looking for special opportunities'. This is how he meets the other 3 children with whom he should go, in an undercover mission, to LIVE , Learning Institute for the Very Enlightened. Lots of adventures, clever tricks and amusement.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.hachettebookgroup.com/features/mysteriousbenedictsociety/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to go to the web page. It has lots of info &amp;amp; games for the "very enlightened"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1997117075694163451?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1997117075694163451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/mysterious-benedict-society-by-trenton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1997117075694163451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1997117075694163451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/mysterious-benedict-society-by-trenton.html' title='The mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/Sy9LOzpZH-I/AAAAAAAAAfA/MohFCg4XKrw/s72-c/bene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4723313645462169133</id><published>2009-12-16T11:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:41:16.370+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swindells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zephaniah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Two short books reviews by Miss Bentley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SyjA1VD19OI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cak-cpXELy4/s1600-h/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415790574331884770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SyjA1VD19OI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cak-cpXELy4/s400/nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the nick of Time by Robert Swindells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite an enjoyable read. Story which recreates a different kind of school in the 1950’s and a nice twist where two people re-find each other through time. Easy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SyjBHH0OC3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/3wMXDVQ4nxo/s1600-h/ref.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415790880014338930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SyjBHH0OC3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/3wMXDVQ4nxo/s400/ref.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Refugee Boy – Benjamin Zephaniah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok but a little bit tiresome. Zephaniah seems to have got carried away trying to teach us about refugees and to have forgotten that his first duty is to create a believable story with 3 dimensional characters. OK, informative but a bit irritating. I wonder whether you agree with me? Send a comment if you've read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4723313645462169133?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4723313645462169133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-short-books-reviews-by-miss-bentley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4723313645462169133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4723313645462169133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-short-books-reviews-by-miss-bentley.html' title='Two short books reviews by Miss Bentley'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SyjA1VD19OI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cak-cpXELy4/s72-c/nick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1056574458249745827</id><published>2009-07-08T09:41:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:14:03.416+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecturas de verano KS3'/><title type='text'>Una habitación en Babel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdkxK3m1fUI/SlRP7P5R9bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvqVBDJBpyg/s1600-h/Una-habitacion-en-babel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355993736148022706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdkxK3m1fUI/SlRP7P5R9bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvqVBDJBpyg/s320/Una-habitacion-en-babel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Una torre de viviendas en Alfarache, Sevilla, reúne a personajes dispares: Ángel, un profesor de Filosofía; Berta, una muchacha que sueña con ser escritora, Nor, un joven inmigrante; Rashid, Gil... Los destinos de estos personajes se unen para enviarnos un mensaje de compromiso con los demás, venciendo las barreras raciales y los prejuicios morales, sociales o religiosos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1056574458249745827?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1056574458249745827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/07/una-torre-en-babel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1056574458249745827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1056574458249745827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/07/una-torre-en-babel.html' title='Una habitación en Babel'/><author><name>Mis Loli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12743388131596268742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BdkxK3m1fUI/SlRP7P5R9bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MvqVBDJBpyg/s72-c/Una-habitacion-en-babel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5997910488965505895</id><published>2009-06-23T11:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:45:22.345+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer readingKS3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecturas de verano KS3'/><title type='text'>Summer reading / Lecturas de verano</title><content type='html'>You will find a list of recommended books for the summer copiled by the students in KS3 in &lt;a href="http://www.summerreadingks3.blogspot.com/"&gt;SummerreadingKS3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarás una lista de libros recomendados para el verano por los alumnos del año 8 y 9 en &lt;a href="http://www.lecturasdeveranoks3.blogspot.com/"&gt;LecturasdeveranoKS3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5997910488965505895?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5997910488965505895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reading-lecturas-de-verano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5997910488965505895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5997910488965505895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-reading-lecturas-de-verano.html' title='Summer reading / Lecturas de verano'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1739320054246521876</id><published>2009-02-13T13:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:55:02.698+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><title type='text'>La ciudad de las bestias</title><content type='html'>Cuando la madre de Alexander enferma, Alex se ve obligado a irse de viaje con su excéntrica abuela Kate Cold. Kate es una reconocida periodista que viaja en busca de "la bestia", un ser legendario indio. Kate había sido pagada por la revista International Geographic para hacer un reportaje sobre "la bestia". Este artículo los lleva al corazón de la selva Amazónica en Venezuela donde se hacen nuevos amigos y enemigos. ¿Sobrevivirán en la selva y encontrarán a la bestia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1739320054246521876?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1739320054246521876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-ciudad-de-las-bestias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1739320054246521876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1739320054246521876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-ciudad-de-las-bestias.html' title='La ciudad de las bestias'/><author><name>ACA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18190568770452844187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1607387880360840595</id><published>2009-02-11T19:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:46:24.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eragon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paolini'/><title type='text'>Eragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SZMdp_BzZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cF7BGPX6fog/s1600-h/eragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301613793476044706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SZMdp_BzZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cF7BGPX6fog/s320/eragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Eragon out is hunting, he finds a misterious blue stone. A few days later the stone breaks and in it's place it appears a blue creature that looks like a reptile. A few weeks later the creature appears to know how to fly and then Eragon discovers it's a dragon, and tries to find a name for it. The Taleteller of the town, Brom tells Eragon stories and names of dragons. One day when Eragon was out some terrible dark creatures called Ra'zac burn the farm Eragon was living in with his cousin and uncle. From that moment Eragon and his dragon called Saphira need to go to join some people who fight against Galbatorix, a dark lord that rules over the county. Will Eragon and Saphira mark their destiny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1607387880360840595?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1607387880360840595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/eragon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1607387880360840595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1607387880360840595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/eragon.html' title='Eragon'/><author><name>BES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006287423467834119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SZMdp_BzZ6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/cF7BGPX6fog/s72-c/eragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-263981448278397903</id><published>2009-02-11T19:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:56:44.346+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pullman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Ruby in the Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SZMYaqe-NMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8k9LEGcVEKc/s1600-h/the+ruby+in+the+smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301608032705066178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SZMYaqe-NMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8k9LEGcVEKc/s320/the+ruby+in+the+smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This book by Phillip Pulman is set in the Victorian Times. It´s about a girl called Sally who's father has miteriously died when the boat he was in sank. Sally isn't very bright at history or literature but when it comes to fireing a pistol she is a master. As she investigates her father's death she doesn't realize the danger she is getting into...&lt;/strong&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/7387114425642563969-263981448278397903?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/263981448278397903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/ruby-in-smoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/263981448278397903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/263981448278397903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/ruby-in-smoke.html' title='The Ruby in the Smoke'/><author><name>BES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006287423467834119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlqsWZ34knc/SZMYaqe-NMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8k9LEGcVEKc/s72-c/the+ruby+in+the+smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7668103367372293914</id><published>2009-02-11T16:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:43:10.563+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spook aprentice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delaney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Spooks Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S17wTHHENbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/te0I3woEWDw/s1600-h/spook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431042411772261810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S17wTHHENbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/te0I3woEWDw/s400/spook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom Ward is the seventh son of a seventh son so his mother sends him to be the Spook's apprentice. He goes with him to his house where there is a pit in the ground with iron bars. When Tom is sent to get some food in the butcher's shop, some boys start trying to steal some of the food but a girl saves him. This girl is called Alice, and she is a near relative to Mother Malkin, famous witch known for welcoming young runaway women and sucking girl's blood to look more beautiful, but now banned in the pit in the Spook's backyard. Alice tricks Tom and Mother Malkim escapes... What will happen to Tom? Read the book and find out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spooksbooks.com/"&gt;Spook's web page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7668103367372293914?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7668103367372293914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/spooks-apprentice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7668103367372293914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7668103367372293914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/spooks-apprentice.html' title='The Spooks Apprentice'/><author><name>BES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006287423467834119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/S17wTHHENbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/te0I3woEWDw/s72-c/spook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7433163693689872039</id><published>2009-02-11T16:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:08:25.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Abomination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bfLFmgi5qs/SZVrIBia9TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/33ptp6k0LQM/s1600-h/abomination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302261921894561074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bfLFmgi5qs/SZVrIBia9TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/33ptp6k0LQM/s320/abomination.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Martha's parents belong to a religious group called the Righteous. Martha can't do several things such as wearing dessigner clothes or buying fast food or candy from the supermarket so she gets bullied at school. Neither is she  allowed to invite people from school home because of the family's secret called Abomination that lives in the cellar and that Martha has to look after. When Martha befriends Scott, Martha is afraid that her secret will be discovered. Will Martha be able to stay friends with Scott? &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/7387114425642563969-7433163693689872039?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7433163693689872039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/abomination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7433163693689872039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7433163693689872039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/abomination.html' title='Abomination'/><author><name>ACA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18190568770452844187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5bfLFmgi5qs/SZVrIBia9TI/AAAAAAAAAAo/33ptp6k0LQM/s72-c/abomination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-8348347672886839041</id><published>2009-02-09T13:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:52:54.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Cid'/><title type='text'>Tras la Afrenta de Corpes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SZAmJSEtPCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_5aoY_nkFJY/s1600-h/autu+tamakisono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300778702327331874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SZAmJSEtPCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_5aoY_nkFJY/s400/autu+tamakisono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Horas después, Elvira, que yacía sobre las rojas hojas otoñales, abría el ojo izquierdo, por dónde le entraba un rayo de sol. Estaba amaneciendo. Intentó incorporarse, sin pensar en los brazos llenos de heridas que tenía por taparse la cabeza. Una vez sentada, se frotó los ojos para ver mejor, y pudo observar, horrorizada, el cuerpo, cubierto por buitres de su hermana. Los apartó y miró a Sol. Estaba muerta, tenía una ensangrentada y enorme brecha en la cabeza. Elvira, por unos segundos se quedó inmóvil, contemplándola, pero al recordar lo que había sucedido, sus sentimientos de tristeza se volvieron de odio. Y juró que mataría a aquellos que acabaron con su hermana. Que pagarían por lo que habían hecho. Se puso en pie, y tapándose, se vistió con lo que quedaba de sus ropas. Cubrió a Sol con los restos de su capa y la intentó coger en brazos, pero pesaba demasiado, la tendría que llevar a rastras. Le daba mucha pena no poder dar mejor trato al cuerpo de su hermana, pero no iba a dejarla ahí, le daría un funeral decente, la incinerarían propiamente, y rodeada de la gente que la quería. Ató la capa con trozos de ropa, y comenzó a buscar una salida. Pensó que sería imposible, no tenía pista alguna de en que parte se encontraban. Así que empezó a buscar pistas de por donde se habían marchado los infantes de Carrión. Creía recordar que cuándo las llevaron hasta allí fueron a caballo, así que volverían también cabalgando. Eso quiere decir que si no las habían borrado, las huellas seguirían allí. Empezó a buscar las pisadas desesperadamente, hasta encontrar bajo las hojas un camino, que ahora que lo pensaba no era seguro que la llevara a la salida, pero sí a los hermanos. Pero, ¿y si estaban solos y la mataban definitivamente? Era mejor esconderse de ellos primero, y una vez en el pueblo, con gente, y sobretodo su padre, hablar. Aún así, seguiría las huellas. Cogió a su hermana por la capucha de la capa y comenzó a seguir las huellas. Llevaba andando todo el día, cuándo, de repente, escuchó a hombres hablar. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SZAmVM6KzbI/AAAAAAAAAUw/67HFYRBLl3E/s1600-h/sword+jamesdale10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300778907099385266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SZAmVM6KzbI/AAAAAAAAAUw/67HFYRBLl3E/s400/sword+jamesdale10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dejó con cuidado a su hermana en el suelo y fue de puntillas escondiéndose a mirar quiénes eran. Había dos hombres, estaban sentados, dándole la espalda. Intentó acercarse sigilosamente, pero el crujido de las hojas bajo sus pies la delató. Se tiró al suelo bocabajo para que no la vieran, pero uno de los hombres se le acercó. Ella sólo podía verle los pies… Y una espada. Le pareció reconocerla, sí, era la Tizona. No podía ser, intentó reflexionar, su padre se la había dado a los infantes. Entonces escuchó una voz que le decía: “Hola Elvira”. Y la espada penetró en su interior, mientras ella le decía: “Pagarás por esto…”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EMS 9W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photos by Tamakisono &amp;amp; JamesDale10 (flickr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-8348347672886839041?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/8348347672886839041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/tras-la-afrenta-de-corpes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8348347672886839041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8348347672886839041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/tras-la-afrenta-de-corpes.html' title='Tras la Afrenta de Corpes'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SZAmJSEtPCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_5aoY_nkFJY/s72-c/autu+tamakisono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-2046165166587985655</id><published>2009-02-06T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:10:02.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYwaNCVH5cI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yfDN6RDyVRI/s1600-h/burnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299639672774321602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYwaNCVH5cI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yfDN6RDyVRI/s400/burnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Anthony Horowitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burnt, is the book I would like to recommend to the readers of this web page. Burnt, is part of a series of six books, all frightening! They are short and easy but very interesting. Normally these books contain about three short horror stories written by Anthony Horowitz.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read about three of this series, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are my favourite. Although the first two stories of Burnt weren’t great, the last one (The Shortest Horror Story Ever Written) was special because it had something that not all books have. As this story was the one I liked most, I’m going to talk about it:&lt;br /&gt;This story, as the title says, is very short (Four pages). Supposedly someone who had been in prision added these pages to the book one night while the building of the publishing company, that was going to publish this book, was empty. This story is written from the point of view of the man who escaped from prison. I don’t want to tell you anything more about this story because it may spoil the plot for you, I would however warn you that what the man wrote is quite threatening!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ST 8Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-2046165166587985655?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/2046165166587985655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/burnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2046165166587985655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2046165166587985655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/burnt.html' title='Burnt'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYwaNCVH5cI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yfDN6RDyVRI/s72-c/burnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5482416677972258945</id><published>2009-02-06T11:34:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:50:52.568+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Stormbreaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYwUcj3u7vI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZIUfQ4psBQw/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299633342406127346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYwUcj3u7vI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZIUfQ4psBQw/s400/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.anthonyhorowitz.com/"&gt;Anthony Horowitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read this book?. If you haven’t read it, I recommend you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;The book is exciting, easy to read and hard to put down. It is one of the books that if you start to read you can’t leave it. The vocabulary is very easy.&lt;br /&gt;If you like action books and spies you need to put it on your list. &lt;a href="http://www.alexrider.com/"&gt;Alex Rider&lt;/a&gt;, the main character in the book, looks like James Bond but he is younger. For his missions he has lots of gadgets: A Game boy equipped with spy gear, zit cream that eats through metal…., etc.&lt;br /&gt;This is the trailer of the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rs8kXbBZ5TQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is a very good boy and he is very good doing martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THE BOOK. YOU WILL LOVE IT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINKS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author’s page: &lt;a href="http://www.anthonyhorowitz.com/"&gt;http://www.anthonyhorowitz.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormbreaker official page (story, picture gallery, trailers, games, etc): &lt;a href="http://www.stormbreaker.com/"&gt;http://www.stormbreaker.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex rider’s page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alexrider.com/"&gt;http://www.alexrider.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7Z&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5482416677972258945?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5482416677972258945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/stormbreaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5482416677972258945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5482416677972258945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/stormbreaker.html' title='Stormbreaker'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYwUcj3u7vI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZIUfQ4psBQw/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4973411731818209655</id><published>2009-02-03T13:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:52:01.455+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><title type='text'>Nuevo final de Don Juan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYrH_kPsSHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rJMR8zCjj3o/s1600-h/Lanpernas2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299267806429988978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYrH_kPsSHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rJMR8zCjj3o/s400/Lanpernas2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don Juan y Catalinón se encuentran solos en escena. Entran dos policías y apuntan a Don Juan. Éste mira sorprendido pero no hace nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policía 1-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡Deteneos Don Juan!&lt;br /&gt;No hagáis uso de vueso esfuerzo en vano&lt;br /&gt;Pues os cogeremos de todo empeño.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora dadme vuesa mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pretendo huir&lt;br /&gt;Si es lo que os preocupa, mozo&lt;br /&gt;Dadme unos segundos de libertad&lt;br /&gt;Antes de llevarme al calabozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policía 2-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os lo advierto Tenorio&lt;br /&gt;Ni se os ocurra probar fortuna&lt;br /&gt;Con una última locura&lt;br /&gt;O en fin fatal acabará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depositad en mí confianza&lt;br /&gt;Os lo ruego como voluntad final&lt;br /&gt;No os engañaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policía 1-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hare uso de aqueste reloj de arena&lt;br /&gt;Dad buen uso del tiempo que os presto&lt;br /&gt;No dispondréis de más,&lt;br /&gt;De la arena ya os resto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os lo agradezco mozo.&lt;br /&gt;Catalinón, he comprendido&lt;br /&gt;Cuan razón teníais,&lt;br /&gt;Vos fuisteis mi luz en las tinieblas&lt;br /&gt;Aunque os apagué&lt;br /&gt;Ya que estaba ciego&lt;br /&gt;Aceptad mis disculpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catalaninón-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo…señor….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hableís si vuestra lengua&lt;br /&gt;No os lo permite fiel servidor.&lt;br /&gt;He caído grave, de una enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;De cuyo nombre desconocido es.&lt;br /&gt;No hay medicamento que valga,&lt;br /&gt;Ni tratamiento para aliviarlo&lt;br /&gt;Es mal de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catalinón-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Qué queréis decir Señor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que siento que en mis venas&lt;br /&gt;Corre una sangre helada,&lt;br /&gt;Sangre que quema,&lt;br /&gt;Pero que me congela el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Sangre impura, sangre&lt;br /&gt;Que fue derramada sin honor.&lt;br /&gt;Siéntome como serpiente arrepentida,&lt;br /&gt;Serpiente que solo ha mordido,&lt;br /&gt;Que solo ha envenenado,&lt;br /&gt;Que solo ha causado destrozos&lt;br /&gt;En Troyas indefensas.&lt;br /&gt;Griego cobarde he sido&lt;br /&gt;Y el fuego troyano me desgarra el alma&lt;br /&gt;Y me quema los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Y me abre las entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;Maté al pastor y ahora sus ovejas&lt;br /&gt;Se rebelan contra aqueste asesino,&lt;br /&gt;Ladrón, homicida del honor.&lt;br /&gt;Ardiente honor robado y&lt;br /&gt;En colección para exponer.&lt;br /&gt;Expuesto dolor y sufrimiento,&lt;br /&gt;Villano el precursor,&lt;br /&gt;Que ahora lo siente,&lt;br /&gt;Como sale por la boca&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca se vacía de él,&lt;br /&gt;Y le remueve, constante,&lt;br /&gt;Sin descanso y sin fervor.&lt;br /&gt;Mil cuervos comen de mi espíritu,&lt;br /&gt;Se calientan con el fuego en el que ardo&lt;br /&gt;Beben de mi sangre,&lt;br /&gt;Y se regocijan viendo como me corroo&lt;br /&gt;¡Aladas criaturas, dejadme morir en paz!&lt;br /&gt;Pido perdón y clemencia&lt;br /&gt;Porque no aguanto este dolor,&lt;br /&gt;¡Acabad conmigo señor,&lt;br /&gt;O lo haré yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policía 1-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡Válgame Dios! El tiempo no corre&lt;br /&gt;Ni tampoco muévese la arena&lt;br /&gt;Que contiene aqueste este reloj&lt;br /&gt;Maldición debe de ser, que el tiempo frena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No es maldición alguna,&lt;br /&gt;Sino castigo del justiciero&lt;br /&gt;Que estancando el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Multiplica mi dolor tan fiero.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueste dolor que estoy sufriendo&lt;br /&gt;En secreto a voces,&lt;br /&gt;Pues no aguanto como va creciendo&lt;br /&gt;Y me va prensando como losa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policía 1-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡Válgame el cielo! Que del pecho&lt;br /&gt;Os está saliendo una lengua de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Poderosa mano del Señor,&lt;br /&gt;No me hagáis daño os lo ruego.&lt;br /&gt;Lengua, mano, puño de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Que os atraviesa como lanza divina,&lt;br /&gt;Que mis ojos vomitan de veros,&lt;br /&gt;Que no soportan no ver los vuestros en piscina.&lt;br /&gt;¡Válgame el cielo! ¡No me hagáis daño os lo ruego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Juan se retuerce de dolor y cae al suelo exhausto. Sufre convulsiones y esta bañado en sangre que brota de su cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policía 2-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora sangráis don Juan, ¿Acaso estáis herido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si, de herida mortal del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policía 2-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pues, ¿Quién os hirió? ¿Acaso está en esta sala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Ciego estáis? ¿¡Acaso no le veis!?&lt;br /&gt;De comer mi riñón está dando a Cancerbero&lt;br /&gt;Y a éste parece no saciarle el apetito&lt;br /&gt;Duele Señor, arrancádselo al desdichado perro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policía 2-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juro que no veo lo que vos parecéis ver&lt;br /&gt;Perdonad a mis pobres ojos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Juan-&lt;/strong&gt; (interrumpiéndole) Callad impertinente&lt;br /&gt;Que mi dolor he de soportar&lt;br /&gt;Y es suficiente ya, tener&lt;br /&gt;Que ver mis tripas en ascuas arder&lt;br /&gt;¡No aguanto este dolor!&lt;br /&gt;Marcando mi corazón con un hierro está&lt;br /&gt;(Grita de dolor)&lt;br /&gt;Y enterrando mi honor en tumba de hielo&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué debo hacer ahora sin honor?&lt;br /&gt;Qué mis gritos lleguen al cielo&lt;br /&gt;Y que alguien haga uso de clemencia&lt;br /&gt;Pues mi cuerpo y alma son ahora ceniza y hielo&lt;br /&gt;Que siguen calientes, que queman sin licencia.&lt;br /&gt;¡OH, dolor insufrible! He aquí mi final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Juan se dispara en la cabeza y al instante cae muerto. Los dos policías huyen aterrorizados por algo que han visto. Después de un rato llega un médico, que se acerca a don Juan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Médico-&lt;/strong&gt; (tocándole) Imposible de creer es, el desdichado&lt;br /&gt;Aún mantiene una fragua en marcha&lt;br /&gt;Que no parece haberse en su interior, apagado&lt;br /&gt;Ni el fuego ni la escarcha.&lt;br /&gt;Fragua macabra, su alma intentasteis moldear&lt;br /&gt;Más no salio hierro recto,&lt;br /&gt;Sino más bien quemado&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué atrocidad! ¡Cuanto dolor!&lt;br /&gt;Más la muerte que deseó,&lt;br /&gt;Nadie se la puede negar,&lt;br /&gt;Más el sufrimiento aún puede continuar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LB 10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Lampernas 2.0&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/7387114425642563969-4973411731818209655?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4973411731818209655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/nuevo-final-de-don-juan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4973411731818209655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4973411731818209655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/02/nuevo-final-de-don-juan.html' title='Nuevo final de Don Juan'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYrH_kPsSHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rJMR8zCjj3o/s72-c/Lanpernas2.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7791885356016741094</id><published>2009-01-28T13:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:37:48.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Survival guide to Camp Green Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYBRSvKPNdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yo1fJM1bIiY/s1600-h/surv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296322544126604754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYBRSvKPNdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yo1fJM1bIiY/s400/surv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Louis Sachar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend this book because it shows you what to do and how to survive in Camp Green Lake. For example what happens if a scorpion bites you, the different types of scorpions, etc... It also says this about the rattle snakes and the yellow spotted lizards. It shows you how the system works and how the camp is separated: Boy scout camp and Girl scout camp. Stanley went to the boy scout where he made lots of friends:X-Ray, Zigzag, Magnet, Armpit and Zero. All of the boys had a personal item for example Zigzag has a TV guide from the 22nd of March, 1998. This book tells you about the suggestion box of Mr. Pendanski where you put a suggestion to do a great camp but it was not always a good idea, for example the one of Armpit. The book tells you why the campers are there. E.g. X-Ray is there because he sold sugar saying that it whas a drug .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think if you want to read this book you need to read Holes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to know more about this book read it or go to webpage:&lt;a href="http://www.louissachar.com/"&gt;http://www.louissachar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JR7Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7791885356016741094?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7791885356016741094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/survival-guide-to-camp-green-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7791885356016741094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7791885356016741094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/survival-guide-to-camp-green-lake.html' title='Survival guide to Camp Green Lake'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SYBRSvKPNdI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yo1fJM1bIiY/s72-c/surv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1040190969178220982</id><published>2009-01-26T13:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:56:21.951+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Refugee Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2ttDCvS-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/pyTHZ8v2BSA/s1600-h/ref.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295579726280084450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2ttDCvS-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/pyTHZ8v2BSA/s400/ref.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by&lt;a href="http://www.encompassculture.com/readerinresidence/botm/benjaminzephaniah/"&gt; Benjamin Zephaniah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alem is an African boy which faces a very difficult situation. At the time there are internal conflicts in Africa. One of them involves Eritrea and Ethiopia and curiously (or unfortunately) his father is from Ethiopia and his mother from Eritrea. This will make them face a stunning adventure; they are not safe in either of the countries yet they used to live happily alterning from one to the other. Knowing that war has exploited harder than ever Alem`s father goes with him to have some unsuspected holidays in London. They book in a comftarble room in a hotel. They visit the city and everything seems fine when suddenly, next morning, Alem wakes up alone…&lt;br /&gt;A note is left for him. The note explains the reasons of this crazy event. It’s for his own safety…&lt;br /&gt;Some social agents go and see him immediately, what am I doing here? Was the most common question he asked himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The social helpers  find him a place to stay with kids of his age until they can manage to get him  political asylum in the country.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually Alem gets to hate this place and is taken to some foster parents, which are great and very nice to him. Some days after a letter get to him; it’s his father!&lt;br /&gt;He is very relieved about this but days after one of the letters didn’t please him as much ; her mother had been hacked to death…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AB 9Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1040190969178220982?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1040190969178220982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/refugee-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1040190969178220982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1040190969178220982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/refugee-boy.html' title='Refugee Boy'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2ttDCvS-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/pyTHZ8v2BSA/s72-c/ref.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3020639512140332540</id><published>2009-01-26T12:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:27:38.611+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Across the nightingale floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2p4Z9S4rI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GmKWtqpW4sM/s1600-h/across.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295575523363316402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2p4Z9S4rI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GmKWtqpW4sM/s400/across.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.lianhearn.com/"&gt;Lian Hearn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 'Across the nightingale floor, Takeo is a member of the Hidden, one of the clans of the Three Countries. They are attacked by the Tohan and their villian leader Lord Iida Sadamu. He's the only survivor because a strange man, Lord Otori Shigeru, from the clan of the Otori, saves him. He goes with him to Hagi, Lord Shigeru's castle. There, he tells Takeo his intention of adopting him. Another man, Muto Kenji, tells him he's a member of the Tribe, a clan that has special powers. Kenji starts teaching him his powers, as he was also from the Tribe. Takeo discovers that he can turn invisible, divide into two, has very acute hearing and can turn human to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;As he's from the Tribe, Lord Shigeru tells him that his mission is to kill Iida, who both of the hate him. During his journey he meets with Kaede, a girl from his age. Meanwhile, the Tribe have the intention of relucting him because he has great powers, and his death would be very negative.&lt;br /&gt;During his journey, Takeo learns about love, destiny, implication, friendship and solidarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AA y10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3020639512140332540?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3020639512140332540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/across-nightingale-floor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3020639512140332540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3020639512140332540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/across-nightingale-floor.html' title='Across the nightingale floor'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2p4Z9S4rI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GmKWtqpW4sM/s72-c/across.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4556072834535372904</id><published>2009-01-26T12:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:15:02.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Harry and the wrinklies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2ephuEDvI/AAAAAAAAATw/NmaLUDj1-Y4/s1600-h/Harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295563173120970482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2ephuEDvI/AAAAAAAAATw/NmaLUDj1-Y4/s400/Harry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Alan Temperley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry is a boy whose parents are rich.&lt;br /&gt;He is used t o live alone in huge house for is own and his babysitter. However things change when Harry’s parents die in an accident when they are travelling around the world as they usually do. Harry must leave the house where he has live all his life, and move with his two old aunts.&lt;br /&gt;Harry notice strange things in his aunts usual day and he is starting thinking they are both banks robbers, and he is right Harry must chose between a home and a family and doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A GREAT BOOK, REALLY FUNNY.IT IS FOR BOTH GIRLS AND BOYS AND IT USES A REALLY EASY LANGUGE. I RECOMEND THIS BOOK TO ANYONE WHO LIKES GOOD READING AND FUNNY BOOKS WHITH ADVENTURE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read another interesting reviw about it in &lt;a href="http://www.readingmatters.co.uk/book.php?id=15"&gt;Reading Matters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DR 9Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4556072834535372904?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4556072834535372904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/harry-and-wrinklies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4556072834535372904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4556072834535372904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/harry-and-wrinklies.html' title='Harry and the wrinklies'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SX2ephuEDvI/AAAAAAAAATw/NmaLUDj1-Y4/s72-c/Harry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7615620566145757228</id><published>2009-01-23T14:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:39:54.338+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roald Dahl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witches'/><title type='text'>The witches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXnMeMGMGdI/AAAAAAAAATo/h9i6J7Hzv98/s1600-h/wit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294487655966054866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXnMeMGMGdI/AAAAAAAAATo/h9i6J7Hzv98/s400/wit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.roalddahl.com/"&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QakMSCAhAOQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I finished reading ‘The Witches’ by Roald Dahl, with Quentin Blake’s fantastic illustrations. It was a marvellous book which I would recommend.&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to enjoy reading a book, read this one: Reading these 200 pages, made me feel lots of emotions; tension, anguish, sadness, and happiness at the same time...... I’m sure you are going to like it; I'm 100% sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it, above all, for people that like all those emotions with the emotion of mixing real life situations (the boy and his grandma) with fantasy (the witches).&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion = Reading it = Enjoying a book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roalddahlfans.com/"&gt;http://www.roalddahlfans.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADE 7Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7615620566145757228?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7615620566145757228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/witches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7615620566145757228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7615620566145757228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/witches.html' title='The witches'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXnMeMGMGdI/AAAAAAAAATo/h9i6J7Hzv98/s72-c/wit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7625160853517185231</id><published>2009-01-22T13:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:57:17.244+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Warriors into the Wild</title><content type='html'>by Erin Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5pI45uIJYM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is about a cat named Rusty who lives with humans until, one day, he ventures into the woods and finds a clan of cats who live there. He soon joins them, and finds out that there are four clans in the forest: ThunderClan (his clan), RiverClan, WindClan and ShadowClan. They defend their borders and catch their own prey. He is made an apprentice, and named Firepaw, and learns everything one needs to know to survive in a clan and in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;I’d recommend this book to cat-lovers, and to those who enjoy action, adventure and mystery. This book will make you go on reading the rest of the series! There are three series with six books each, plus extra books such as six Manga volumes, the Super Edition “Firestar’s Quest”, and two guides. I’ve read all of the books and look forward to reading the forthcoming ones! You will surely get hooked!&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you visit the official website (&lt;a href="http://www.%20warriorcats.%20com/"&gt;http://www.%20warriorcats.%20com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;MI7Z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7625160853517185231?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7625160853517185231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/warriors-into-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7625160853517185231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7625160853517185231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/warriors-into-wild.html' title='Warriors into the Wild'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5340712001993834331</id><published>2009-01-22T13:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:56:53.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>H. I. Larry’s deep waters book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhrOe5YLBI/AAAAAAAAATg/x1Gf-DGgenk/s1600-h/zac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294099258530081810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhrOe5YLBI/AAAAAAAAATg/x1Gf-DGgenk/s400/zac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;….Zac was with all his class in the West Sea Aquarium when the tour guide said: “We are going to see how two divers feed the sharks.” The sharks went directly towards the divers, they circled them and… “Shark attack!” screamed the tour guide. “Zac Power?” asked a voice behind him in the middle of all the screaming and shouting. “Come with me, you are entering your first solo mission.”….&lt;br /&gt;Read the book if you want to find out more!&lt;br /&gt;I liked this book a lot because it is short and enjoyable. It has a bit of intrigue that keeps you reading it. It is very well written and it is very imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend this book to people that like action stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click here to open &lt;a href="http://www.zacpower.com/home/default.asp"&gt;Zac Power's Portal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BB7Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5340712001993834331?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5340712001993834331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-i-larrys-deep-waters-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5340712001993834331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5340712001993834331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-i-larrys-deep-waters-book.html' title='H. I. Larry’s deep waters book.'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhrOe5YLBI/AAAAAAAAATg/x1Gf-DGgenk/s72-c/zac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7676916545441160602</id><published>2009-01-22T13:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:18:33.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Another curse by Louis Sachar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhqF5xr2bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g2LmgULIgFw/s1600-h/sac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294098011615123890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhqF5xr2bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g2LmgULIgFw/s400/sac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like curses? Yes? Well, then you like &lt;a href="http://www.louissachar.com/"&gt;Louis Sachar.&lt;/a&gt; If you like humorous books and you want to have a good time you will surely like THE BOY WHO LOST HIS FACE. It was written in 1987 and it is about a boy called David which helps the cool guys steal an old woman’s cane and when she realizes what they are doing she angrily shouts "Your &lt;a title="Doppelgänger" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DoppelgÃ¤nger"&gt;Doppelgänger&lt;/a&gt; will regurgitate on your&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhqNNQR3UI/AAAAAAAAATY/ukIlHNpNWnI/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294098137102802242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhqNNQR3UI/AAAAAAAAATY/ukIlHNpNWnI/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soul!"After this, David finds out he is repeating every thing he and his “friends” did to the old woman so he thinks that he is cursed and you can’t imagine what he does to take the curse away. But I can’t tell you you’ll have to read the book yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I think that this book is very good in all of the aspects. I liked it because it includes a little bit of everything: humor, suspense, love… and it can make you feel opposite feelings at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MA 7Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7676916545441160602?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7676916545441160602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-curse-by-louis-sachar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7676916545441160602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7676916545441160602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-curse-by-louis-sachar.html' title='Another curse by Louis Sachar'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhqF5xr2bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/g2LmgULIgFw/s72-c/sac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3152219959284088049</id><published>2009-01-22T13:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:54:33.639+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prehistoric Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>AWESOME BOOK BY MICHELLE PAVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294094831518075330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhnMy_dycI/AAAAAAAAATI/-wQQY3vO2w8/s400/outcast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Outcast &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.michellepaver.com/"&gt;Michelle Paver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story is the fourth book of the &lt;a href="http://www.torak.info/"&gt;Chronicles of Ancient Darkness &lt;/a&gt;and, the best one. I have enjoyed this book because it’s very imaginative and well described. You can imagine the places and even the feelings of the characters. Michelle Paver uses so good language you can imagine the places and even the feelings of the characters, and you can also touch the objects that are described. It is also enjoyable because it creates suspense by doing a lot of action instead of stopping to describe everything very slowly. The author uses fiction and non-fiction from the prehistory, where the story is set.&lt;br /&gt;It is about a boy who has to live on his own, only with the help of his pack-brother, a wolf and, some hunters want to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;So, Outcast is an awesome and wonderful book by Michelle Paver.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294094747570330994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhnH6Qw3XI/AAAAAAAAATA/v9A0e7dCHNs/s400/chr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;IG 7Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3152219959284088049?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3152219959284088049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome-book-by-michelle-paver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3152219959284088049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3152219959284088049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome-book-by-michelle-paver.html' title='AWESOME BOOK BY MICHELLE PAVER'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhnMy_dycI/AAAAAAAAATI/-wQQY3vO2w8/s72-c/outcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7747944897462875516</id><published>2009-01-22T13:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:18:55.339+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Flora Segunda of Crackpot Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhk2nKDOoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yZNRdULdV04/s1600-h/flora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294092251360868994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhk2nKDOoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yZNRdULdV04/s400/flora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Y&lt;a href="http://www.yswilce.com/flora.html"&gt;sabeau Swilce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In magical Crackpot Hall, stairs and hallways disappear, and rooms never stay in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;This book is filled with mysteries and adventures; you enter an amusing and strange world like you’ve never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to people that like creepy things .This book is not a very happy book or sad book, but a very strange story.&lt;br /&gt;You would be asking yourself “Why is it a strange and amusing story?” but that you’ll have to find out for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by CT 7Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7747944897462875516?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7747944897462875516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/flora-segunda-of-crackpot-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7747944897462875516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7747944897462875516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/flora-segunda-of-crackpot-hall.html' title='Flora Segunda of Crackpot Hall'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXhk2nKDOoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yZNRdULdV04/s72-c/flora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3799715183315951948</id><published>2009-01-16T14:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:36:02.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The recruit by Robert Muchamore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXCNdOJQ4CI/AAAAAAAAASw/EGWTVvkRw2Y/s1600-h/recruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291885095313006626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXCNdOJQ4CI/AAAAAAAAASw/EGWTVvkRw2Y/s400/recruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James is a very peculiar boy. He is eleven years old, he does not know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where his father is or what does he work at. He lives with his mother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sister Lauren, but sometimes uncle Ron, the father of Lauren comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stays with them but he is not very nice. James is a very smart boy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is one of the best students in his school, he gets bored nearly all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day he gets in trouble and cuts one girl because the girl was insulting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his mother by telling him that his mother was so fat that she did not fit in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the toilet. When he arrives home he sees his mother leaning in the sofa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until he notice she is dead, he calls an ambulance. The next day James and Lauren are in a boarding school a lady tells James that uncle Ron was picking Lauren in a few minutes and maybe that was going to be one of the last moments he was going to be with her. James and Lauren said each other goodbye. James is sent to a room where a boy was leaning in one bed he is called Kyle he is going to be James room mate, James starts hanging with some guys older than him so he starts getting again in problems until the police notice. James is sent to the police station were one man in his thirties starts asking him questions but James did not answer. James goes back to the boarding school, he sleeps for three or four hours when he wakes up he is in another boarding school or at least that is what it looks like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click here to visit the &lt;a href="http://www.cherubcampus.com/index.html"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JVL 9Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3799715183315951948?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3799715183315951948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/recruit-by-robert-muchamore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3799715183315951948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3799715183315951948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/recruit-by-robert-muchamore.html' title='The recruit by Robert Muchamore'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXCNdOJQ4CI/AAAAAAAAASw/EGWTVvkRw2Y/s72-c/recruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6526075533698379265</id><published>2009-01-16T14:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:36:39.996+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Hatchet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXCHzrgq_RI/AAAAAAAAASo/1CVAZOOHrMU/s1600-h/hatchet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291878884083170578" style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXCHzrgq_RI/AAAAAAAAASo/1CVAZOOHrMU/s400/hatchet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Paulsen"&gt;Gary Paulsen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about a city boy called Brian Robeson and his parents are divorced.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is with his mother, but he has to get a plane to the Canadian forest where his father is working.&lt;br /&gt;Brian was very upset because he already new the SECRET before his parents had divorced. The SECRET was a thing that only his mother and him new.&lt;br /&gt;Brian was only thinking of the SECRET when he got in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;The pilot didn’t talk a lot but Brian didn’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;There was a thing that was going to happen that Brian would never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;The plane crashed.&lt;br /&gt;Through the rest of the book Brian has to survive in the middle of the Canadian wilderness with only a hatchet. He has to live good adventures and bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;He has to learn to live the hard way , or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this book was a very good one, because it has some points of intrigue and of fear. This book can be read by boys or girls and it is not very long so you can read it in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;This is a extract of the book that I liked:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There was a wild crashing sound, a ripping of metal, and the plane rolled to the right and blew through the trees, out over the water and down, down to slam into the lake, skip once on water as hard as concrete, water that tore the windscreen out and shattered the side windows, water that drove him back into the seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". (Hatchet, page 23)&lt;br /&gt;There is a page that I found that talks about other adventures of Brian Robeson, and I would like to read them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/garypaulsen/library/briansaga.html"&gt;http://www.randomhouse.com/features/garypaulsen/library/briansaga.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6526075533698379265?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6526075533698379265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/hatchet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6526075533698379265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6526075533698379265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/hatchet.html' title='Hatchet'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXCHzrgq_RI/AAAAAAAAASo/1CVAZOOHrMU/s72-c/hatchet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-8561307705277324771</id><published>2009-01-16T10:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:37:10.066+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Noughts and crosses</title><content type='html'>by &lt;a href="http://www.malorieblackman.co.uk/noughtsandcrosses/index2.html"&gt;Marjorie Blackman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gripping and totally absorbing novel were blacks, in the story called crosses, and whites, called noughts, don’t mix together. The account is based on what two children, Sephy and Callum live. 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Callum was one of those noughts and it was Sephy’s school. Both of them were very excited about going to the same classroom and talking about their homeworks, their teachers, etc... But when the first day of school started, all the crosses were waiting the noughts to pass to the school, looking at them menacingly and throwing them stones. The police couldn’t stop them. A nought girl was injured in her head, but it wasn’t important and the noughts entered the school.&lt;br /&gt;In school, the four nought children were marginated and the black teachers didn’t like them too much. Sephy didn’t like these attitudes towards the noughts, so one day she sat down with the noughts to eat. The crosses didn’t like these so they marginated her aswell. Callum didn’t want the people to know that Sephy and him were friends because that will ruin their friendship and he got very angry when Sephy started to talk with him during school-time.&lt;br /&gt;Then things got worse, Callum’s daughter, who had been attack because of kissing a nought, remembered what happen, she had been in shock since then, so, she decide to commit suicide by throwing herself in front of a bus. After that things got worse, there was a lot of violence between the nought and crosses that lead into bombs, persecution, etc... Will Sephy and Callum be together??&lt;br /&gt;DP 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KeOChaMJSms&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-8561307705277324771?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/8561307705277324771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/noughts-and-crosses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8561307705277324771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8561307705277324771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/noughts-and-crosses.html' title='Noughts and crosses'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6006091585259315627</id><published>2009-01-16T09:44:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:37:36.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>And then there were none</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291814912223752466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXBNoBw2MRI/AAAAAAAAASY/ptdS6PDgkWk/s400/and+then.jpg" border="0" /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://agathachristie.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291815047664403106" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 20px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXBNv6UagqI/AAAAAAAAASg/3fw1ffkOP8I/s400/signatu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten people….&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Marston, Mrs. Rogers, General Macarthur, Mr. Rogers, Miss. Brent Mr. Justice Wargrave, Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Blore, Philip Lombard, Vera Claythorne.&lt;br /&gt;Soldier Island, is their destiny, they all seem to have different people or different things to do there, the two servants Mr and Mrs Rogers have had previous instructions as to what to do by letter informing them that the mysterious owner of the house Mr Owen had told them that he would only delay a day or so and that they were to receive some guests and give them everything they needed. The incomers were confused by this explanation they had expected something else or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;A strange tape is put on and reveals that each one of the present people have committed murderer.&lt;br /&gt;Nine people, suddenly one of them chokes and dies in the instant, it is found that he had been poisoned, there seems to be a murderer between the assistants, but who?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a whole lot of homicide cases take place following a nursery rhyme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://embrace-the-mystery.blogspot.com/2007/10/ten-little-soldier-boys.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Little Soldier Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten little soldier boys went out to dine;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One choked his little self and then there were Nine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nine little soldier boys sat up very late;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One overslept himself and then there was Eight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eight little soldier boys travelling to Devon;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One said he stayed there and then there were Seven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Six little soldier boys playing with a hive;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bumble bee stung one and then there were Five.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five little soldier boys going in for law;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One got in Chancery and then there were Four.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four little soldier boys going out to sea;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three little soldier boys walking in the Zoo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One got frizzled up and then there was One.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One little soldier boy left all alone;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He went and hanged himselfAnd then there were None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of the soldiers represents a person of the ten that have gone to the house.&lt;br /&gt;They search everywhere for a possible extra person there and find, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So we have a question:Who is the Murderer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TDRC 9Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6006091585259315627?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6006091585259315627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-then-there-were-none.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6006091585259315627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6006091585259315627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-then-there-were-none.html' title='And then there were none'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXBNoBw2MRI/AAAAAAAAASY/ptdS6PDgkWk/s72-c/and+then.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-2123125857234613208</id><published>2009-01-16T09:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:38:22.146+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The phone goes dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXBImZwiSLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sgUiN7v9LAw/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291809386747021490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXBImZwiSLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sgUiN7v9LAw/s400/phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.anthonyhorowitz.com/"&gt;Anthony Horowitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book has two stories in it. The first one is called &lt;em&gt;The Phone Goes Dead&lt;/em&gt; and the second one &lt;em&gt;Bath Night&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Phone Goes Dead&lt;/em&gt; is about a girl who was walking, and it started to rain.Well it was actually a storm.There are two things you should never do when there’s a storm 1.get under a tree 2.get out your mobile phone.Well going back to the story.The girl was walking until the storm started.She shelterd under a big, tall tree, and called her husband.As she was talking a lightning reached her and she died .The phone landed a few meters away from her.The day after the body is removed the phone ends up in a second-hand shop.In there David Adams’ Dad buys the phone to give it to his son, for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;The phone was very old fashioned but David didn’t mind.One day David got a call from someone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bath Night&lt;/em&gt;: Bath Night is about a family,the Martin family.The parents Susan and Jeremy liked to buy antiques.One day they go to buy a bath.The bath they get is quite old with a yellowish thing on the bottom.But it’s quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter is called Isabel.Isabel didnt quite like the bath.One day she was going to have a bath.She turned the tap on and a red thing came out of it.Well you probably all know what the red thing is...If you dont i’ll tell you it was BLOOD.Or at least thats what Isabel thought&lt;br /&gt;She had been 3 or 4 days without having a shower and she wanted to have one because washing herself in the sink it wasn’t very confortable.She wanted to face that horrible bath and so she did.She turned the tap on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to know more about this book well just read it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POB 8Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-2123125857234613208?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/2123125857234613208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/phone-goes-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2123125857234613208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2123125857234613208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/phone-goes-dead.html' title='The phone goes dead'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SXBImZwiSLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sgUiN7v9LAw/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6533582328648557678</id><published>2009-01-14T12:30:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:38:50.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Twilight saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW8itOkcTdI/AAAAAAAAASA/U63qU2Hq9fk/s1600-h/twi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291486247584026066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW8itOkcTdI/AAAAAAAAASA/U63qU2Hq9fk/s400/twi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Stephanie Meyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella Swan is seventeen years old. She has white skin and is too small for her age. She is not to sociable and doesn’t like talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents are divorced and her mother has decided to go and live with her new husband so Bella decides to go with his father Charlie. Charlie has always loved Bella and Bella likes him because he leaves her alone not like her mother, Renée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she had moved to a little town called &lt;a href="http://www.forkswa.com/"&gt;Forks&lt;/a&gt; she meets a very irresistible but strange boy called Edward Cullen. Her new friends, Eric, Jessica and Mike, tell Bella he never talks to anyone that is not from his family. This encourages Bella to talk with him. In class, his teacher, Mr. Banner, decides to sit Bella and Edward together. Bella notices Edward gets too nervous when they are together. Edward doesn’t appear at school for some days after that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he comes back to school, Bella and Edward start talking, they get to be friends. Once, when Bella was going to be killed with a car, Edward saves her. She recognizes he was too fast and strong to save her. Then she starts seeing his eye color changes and his supernatural gifts. But Bella does not want to notice it is not a good idea to be near Edward for a long time. This will make her life take a terrifying turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bella tries to discover his secret, she searches in Internet and discovers it. She really isn’t scared but doesn’t want to loose him. Edward loves her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, Edward invites Bella to meet his family. They play baseball but then three inconveniences get on their way. Once again, Edward saves Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿What is Edward Cullen’s secret? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AC 9Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book I have read was written by Stephanie Meyer and is called Twilight. It is about two teenagers who fall in love, but he turns out to be a vampire. Her name is Bella, she moves form Phoenix to Forks to live with his father so that her mother can travel around the world with his new husband.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Bella joined the new school, she adapted extremely well, she got on well with teachers and made lots of new friends, but there was a student in particular which caught her eye, his name was Edward Cullen and had fame for being very weird, and he seems to be repulsed by her. After doing a bit of research, Bella finds out Edward and his family are vampires and had lived for several centuries, they drink blood , after some time Edward reveals he initially avoided Bella because the scent of her blood was so desirable to him it was dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, and several events which are tremendously romantic, Bella and Edward fall in love, and everything is marvellous till a new vampire called James turns up, and he wants to hunt Bella as a sport. She is in a very dangerous situation and to prevent damages is sent to a hotel in Phoenix whilst Edward remains in Forks. James then phones Bella saying he has her mother and that the only way to save her is giving herself up. She does so, and is attacked by James, the whole Cullen family manages to save her just in time, but James had bit her hand, Edward hurries to suck the venom out before she is turned into a vampire. Bella and Edward return home, and attend the prom in which Bella tells him she wants to be turned into a vampire, because she wants to stay with him forever. They are seriously the best couple of all times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MRJ 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie Meyer talks about Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SQ9bJIhcJ0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;NEW MOON&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;Stephanie Meyer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella Swan is all the time with Edward Cullen, a vampire, her boyfriend. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW8f0gpgT_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/v7aOJGjl4QM/s1600-h/new+m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291483074161299442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW8f0gpgT_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/v7aOJGjl4QM/s400/new+m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella’s birthday came soon, and Bella was sad about it because that meant she would be 18, older than Edward.&lt;br /&gt;The Cullen’s made a great party at their house, and Bella got cut in the finger with the wrapping paper of a present, Jasper tried to kill her, but Edward saved her.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Edward told Bella he had to go and everything was going to be as if he never had existed.&lt;br /&gt;Months passed and Bella was mysterious, she had nightmares all nights and her friends long ago stop calling her to go to places.&lt;br /&gt;But one day she found 2 broken bikes and thought about learning how to ride them... She went down to La push where Jacob Black and his father lived so Jake could mend them.&lt;br /&gt;After some weeks they were great friends… just friends… and Jacob knew that, even thought he wanted to be something more, Bella and him told between each other all their secrets.&lt;br /&gt;One day Bella decided to go hiking and she appeared in a place she already knew, because she had been with Edward. At that moment Laurent a vampire appeared and tried to kill her, but before nothing could happen, 5 enormous wolves appeared and ran after Laurent, Bella got worried because she could hear Edwards voice inside it when she was in danger.&lt;br /&gt;A few days passed and Jacob didn’t call her at all, and soon after it Bella got sick of it and went to talk with him. After that, Jacob and her were friends again because now Bella knew that Jacob was a werewolf (that was Jacobs’s secret) and she didn’t care, but she knew that the werewolves were the vampire’s enemies.&lt;br /&gt;One evening when Jake had gone after a Victoria, the vampire which was after Bella, Bella decided to do cliff diving and nearly got drowned.&lt;br /&gt;Then that evening Alice (Edward sister) came and told Bella that Edward was heading to Italy because he though Bella was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Alice ran to save Edward from suicide, and in the last minute they reached him, then, the most powerful vampire family took them into their home glad to have Edward save, because they wanted him and Alice, because of their “special powers” of reading peoples mind and seeing the future.&lt;br /&gt;Will they escape without being killed on the try? Will Alice and Edward join that family? Will Jacob be still friends with Bella even though she has gone with Edward, Jacobs’s enemy?&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find a book review about this book click in the hyperlink: &lt;a href="http://www.dearauthor.com/"&gt;http://www.dearauthor.com/&lt;/a&gt; (this one is for the author) &lt;a href="http://www.clareswindlehurst.com/"&gt;http://www.clareswindlehurst.com/&lt;/a&gt; (this page is also with the book review)&lt;br /&gt;Elena Ruiz-Orfila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BREAKING DAWN&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW8jTvaf4-I/AAAAAAAAASI/efpHgvl56U0/s1600-h/bre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291486909235717090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW8jTvaf4-I/AAAAAAAAASI/efpHgvl56U0/s400/bre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer talks about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVEvEtF08S8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breaking dawn is the last book from the Twilight saga, written by Stephenie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Bella Swan and Edward Cullen finally marry, as that was the condition that would make Edward change his mind and transform Bella into a vampire. After the wedding, where everything went just perfect, they go to their honeymoon. As Edward didn’t tell her where they were going, Bella was surprised by their destiny: Isle Esme. This Island was Edwards parent’s property, but they had decided to let them spend their honeymoon there.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, everything was going as they had planned. But then, Edward can’t control his strength and hurts her. Everything starts to go wrong, and, when Bella gets sick, they have to return home. But, Bella wasn’t really sick. She was pregnant. After many discussions, she decides to have the baby, who will be half human and half vampire.&lt;br /&gt;The baby develops very fast. In a few weeks, the baby is big enough to get out of the womb, but it is too big. During the birth, Bells loses a lot of blood, and, just in the last moment, Edward is able to transform her, saving her life.&lt;br /&gt;When she wakes up, everyone realizes she isn’t a normal newborn. She is able to resist the scent of human blood and control herself, which is impossible for a newborn to do.&lt;br /&gt;But, one day, when Renesmee (Bella and Edward’s child), Jacob and Bella are playing, another vampire sees them. That vampire thinks Renesmee is an immortal child, which is against the law the Vultui imposed upon every vampire.&lt;br /&gt;PSC 12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6533582328648557678?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6533582328648557678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-saga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6533582328648557678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6533582328648557678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-saga.html' title='Twilight saga'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW8itOkcTdI/AAAAAAAAASA/U63qU2Hq9fk/s72-c/twi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-2895721457425286120</id><published>2009-01-14T12:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:39:32.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Stargirl by Jerry Spinelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW3MXnjdjcI/AAAAAAAAARY/19u9YpPMcE8/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291109843356978626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW3MXnjdjcI/AAAAAAAAARY/19u9YpPMcE8/s400/star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everybody takes decisions in life but do you know how difficult love can be? Well, this novel tells the story of falling in love and losing love. The author takes us into a different world into a boy's mind: Leo's. Leo was just a normal teenager, until one day a girl appeared at school, a girl who had been home-schooled until now, she was called: Stargirl. Everybody thought her strange; as if she were from another world it seemed as if she was never there but really she was there. She didn't wear jeans, she wore long pioneer dresses, she was always playing the ukulele around hallways, and she carried her pet rat Cinnamon everywhere. She always made people happy, or that was what she tried to because not everybody loved her; people also hated her. She sang to everybody the happy birthday song and she went to funerals of people she didn't know. As several weeks passed by she began to be really popular and she was chosen to become part of the cheerleaders but one day a match was played and her team was winning. She started to cheer for the other team and that was when everything began, when she turned from being the most popular girl to the most hated girl throughout the whole school. But one day Leo fell in love, deeply in love with the worst girl he could have fallen in love: Stargirl. One night he follows her and he declares his love to Stargirl. As he spends more and more time with her he notices his friends stop talking to him and start to ignore him as if he wasn't there. He tries to change Stargirl convincing her to be "normal" so that his friends admit her into the group again but nothing works, so now he has to take the hardest decision in his life: he has to choose between Stargirl or his friends. What will he do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click here to watch a&lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=tMoXMhql0L0"&gt; video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BG 9Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-2895721457425286120?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/2895721457425286120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/stargirl-by-jerry-spinelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2895721457425286120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2895721457425286120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2009/01/stargirl-by-jerry-spinelly.html' title='Stargirl by Jerry Spinelly'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SW3MXnjdjcI/AAAAAAAAARY/19u9YpPMcE8/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4735657231186213934</id><published>2008-12-11T11:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:54:18.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year 8'/><title type='text'>Fauna doméstica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SUD1DeG-CEI/AAAAAAAAANE/J94gTL3KzRk/s1600-h/padres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278488203248928834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SUD1DeG-CEI/AAAAAAAAANE/J94gTL3KzRk/s400/padres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leímos en la biblioteca algunas de las caricaturas del libro de Carmen Posadas" Padres, padres" Estas son algunas de nuestra cosecha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TIUS SUPERCOTiLLUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Una tius supercotillus es una especie que se suele ver normalmente y aún más en mi casa, ya que esta extraña individua vive en la casa de enfrente. Al parecer, este familiar mío se aburre bastante, ya que cada vez que voy a regar las plantas en mi balcón, veo a mi tía intentando conseguir algo de información. No es sólo eso; además tiene una compañera de cotilleos, su mejor amiga, y cada cosa que averigua se lo pregona a ella.&lt;br /&gt;Todas las tardes al volver del colegio la encuentro en mi casa y me pregunta que qué tal me ha ido hoy, pero más que una pregunta parece una entrevista, porque después de esa pregunta llega otra, y otra y otra…&lt;br /&gt;Ella es impaciente y muy habladora, son las cualidades perfectas para ser cotilla. Siempre mete antena en mis conversaciones, se conoce mi vida casi mejor que yo.&lt;br /&gt;Parece mi madre, ya que cada vez que hago algo mal me regaña e incluso me castiga.&lt;br /&gt;Pero eso no es lo que peor llevo, dice que mi cuarto está desordenado y mal decorado, y cada vez que entro en él, me la encuentro cambiando la decoración, y, claro, por eso nunca encuentro nada.&lt;br /&gt;En verdad es bastante buena y siempre me compra cosas. La pobre, como no tiene hijos, lo paga conmigo. A veces he llegado a pensar que había una cámara oculta en mi casa, porque cada vez que llego triste del colegio viene corriendo y me pregunta que qué me pasa, y cuando estoy alegre viene y pregunta cosas como, ¿qué ocurre para que estés tan feliz ehhh?, o también ¿ ha ocurrido algo genial que yo debería saber?.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo era pequeña le solía contar mi vida y hay veces que les cuenta mis secretos a sus amigas y mientras ellas se ríen, yo me sonrojo. Luego usa la excusa de que “es que las tías lo sabemos todo, ¿verdad chicas?" Y sus amigas asienten con la cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué cotilla es mi tía!…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MGD 8X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4735657231186213934?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4735657231186213934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/12/fauna-domestica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4735657231186213934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4735657231186213934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/12/fauna-domestica.html' title='Fauna doméstica'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SUD1DeG-CEI/AAAAAAAAANE/J94gTL3KzRk/s72-c/padres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-8876863607797163883</id><published>2008-12-09T09:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:11:14.579+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><title type='text'>La importancia de un libro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-qgXFsA1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/tesDSBOGOQQ/s1600-h/realidad_a6b59b76f4_m[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278124761231917906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-qgXFsA1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/tesDSBOGOQQ/s400/realidad_a6b59b76f4_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tras la lectura de un fragmento( pags 54-59) de "Novela de Ajedrez" de Stefan Zweig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EL PODER DE UN LIBRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La tentación era irresistible, no podía aguantar más, notaba como el libro quemaba bajo el resguardo de mi bolsillo, lo saqué lentamente tomándome mi tiempo, ya que tenía todo el tiempo del mundo. Ya entre mis manos ardía en deseos de iniciar su lectura. En todo este tiempo su lectura provocaría que me sintiera conectado con el mundo exterior. Su portada de cuero no enseñaba rastro de autor, entonces pensé que vendría dentro, era algo viejo ya que se veía que estaba algo arrugado. Abrí la primera hoja, en blanco. La segunda, en blanco. La tercera, en blanco. ¡Estaba completamente en blanco! Mis ilusiones pasaron a ser disgustos y el miedo a perder la cabeza se apoderaba de mí, y entonces…&lt;br /&gt;El sol brillaba como siempre, era temprano, un día como otro cualquiera. Me levanté, me duché y al ver el libro tendido en el suelo me di cuenta de que el autor de esas hojas en blanco era yo, que esas hojas en blanco eran para mí. Volqué en ellas todos mis sentimientos, emociones y experiencias. Me marqué un objetivo, terminar el libro y dar a conocer al mundo todos los horrores que estaba sufriendo.&lt;br /&gt;Conforme escribía un día y otro día, notaba como mi mente dejaba de martirizarme, recobraba con el tiempo mi cordura. Su escritura me fortalecía, la necesidad de compartir mis sentimientos me daba fuerza para soportar mi horrible condena. Finalicé, como me propuse, el libro. Su título: “EL PODER DE UN LIBRO”. Hoy, libre, recorro el mundo explicando mis experiencias allá donde otros también las han sufrido.&lt;br /&gt;JJ LS 9 X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-qqIe0mmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zcG6ZJ-ot2M/s1600-h/2272816317_8a9aa564ca[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278124929109498466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-qqIe0mmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zcG6ZJ-ot2M/s400/2272816317_8a9aa564ca%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Todavía&lt;/span&gt; recuerdo&lt;/span&gt; con claridad el día que aterrizamos por primera vez en el pequeño aeropuerto de Riam, donde mi marido había sido destinado para trabajar como embajador de España en Arabia Saudí. Cuando me comunicó que tendríamos que dejar Moscú para establecernos aquí, la idea no me disgustó mucho. Yo estaba harta del frío de Rusia y me gustaba la idea de viajar a este país, tan diferente a todos los sitios en los que habíamos vivido. Pero nada más bajar del avión, la sonrisa de mi cara desapareció. El calor era insoportable, pero no tanto como las miradas de la gente al verme en mi vestido de manga corta de flores y sandalias, con bastante piel al descubierto, probablemente demasiada en opinión de la gente. A penas habíamos salido del aeropuerto cuando un policía de mediana edad y cara de pocos amigos se aproximó a nosotros y nos dijo algo en un idioma que yo no comprendía. Uno de nuestros escoltas empezó a discutir con el hombre, el cual nos dejó ir, pero no parecía muy contento. El escolta nos dijo lo que le policía le había dicho: había tenido la intención de esposarme al no llevar el clásico ‘burka’ negro que era obligatorio para las mujeres en este lugar en el que los hombres eran sin duda el ser predominante.&lt;br /&gt;No me sentía a gusto en este sitio tan injusto en el que las mujeres tenían tan pocos derechos como los animales, y la discriminación que recibíamos era insoportable, por no hablar de la situación política y las estúpidas leyes. No hubiera aguantado allí sino fuera por los libros, que me transportaban a lugares muy lejanos a este con sus relatos. Todas las tardes leía, y conseguía viajar por unas horas a sitios impresionantes, lejos de aquí… Al leer lograba olvidarme de las injusticias políticas de este país, de lo poco bienvenida que era aquí…&lt;br /&gt;Libros sobre terribles realidades, libros sobre fantasía, libros de todo tipo… Libros escritos por gente que quería ser escuchada, que quería expresar su opinión… Yo también quería expresar la mía sobre este país; quería que la gente ayudase, y se diera cuenta de que quedan muchas cosas por hacer en este mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CPA 9W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-xSfpJmII/AAAAAAAAAM0/DOlKT4tuhzI/s1600-h/Fifi+Le+Pewb3609e919_m[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278132219591366786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-xSfpJmII/AAAAAAAAAM0/DOlKT4tuhzI/s400/Fifi+Le+Pewb3609e919_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El libro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estaba en&lt;/span&gt; frente de mis ojos. Notaba como se acercaba a mí y una voz me decía: ‘cógeme de una vez, no seas tonto’. Mi corazón latía más y más rápido. Mi mano se acercaba ansiosamente para cogerlo. Cuando ya estaba cerca, me di cuenta de que era un periódico. Hacía tanto tiempo que no había visto un periódico que no lo reconocía.&lt;br /&gt;El periódico olía a tabaco mentolado. Estaba arrugado y revuelto y había una página marcada. Mi primera reacción fue ir a la pagina marcada que a su vez había una parte rota.&lt;br /&gt;La página contenía una lista al parecer interminable de nombres. Á pie de página había una anotación que decía: “Muertes del año 1939 al 1942 causados por los bombardeos en la ciudad de Berlín.&lt;br /&gt;Al leer la lista, sentí tristeza al ver que algunas víctimas eran conocidas. Otros tantos eran amigos de la infancia. Me llamó la atención un trozo de la lista que había sido arrancada. Parecía ser un trozo muy pequeño que podía ocupar tres o cuatro nombres como mucho. Mientras iba ojeando por el periódico había muchas noticias nuevas, bueno para mí por lo menos. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-xglRl4PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Yonct_QU_Sc/s1600-h/2556848466_4b126b6712_m[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278132461621338354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-xglRl4PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Yonct_QU_Sc/s400/2556848466_4b126b6712_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la última página se encontraba un trozo suelto con dos nombres escritos en el papel. Con temblor, cogí el trozo y leí el nombre. Esto no me podía estar pasando a mí, el mundo se paro mientras yo intentaba asimilar la información que acababa de recibir.&lt;br /&gt;Los nombres resultaban ser los nombres que faltaban de la lista que eran: Anne Von Dioston, Frank Von Dioston. Mi mujer y mi hijo.&lt;br /&gt;Ya mi vida no tenía sentido, estos cuatro meses en este infierno no habían servido para nada. Yo había aguantado y luchado solo con la esperanza de volver a ver a mi hijo y a mi mujer. Ellos muertos, y yo aquí vivo luchando por la libertad inútilmente, ¿Para qué seguir viviendo?&lt;br /&gt;Como no me mataban ellos, había que utilizar nuevos métodos. Quería volver a verlos, y el único sitio donde lo podía ver era allí arriba, con Dios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CSM 9X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photos de JackieTL / anAndamiA/ Fifi LePew &amp;amp; Andrea Alessadretti. Flickr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-8876863607797163883?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/8876863607797163883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-importancia-de-un-libro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8876863607797163883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/8876863607797163883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-importancia-de-un-libro.html' title='La importancia de un libro'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/ST-qgXFsA1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/tesDSBOGOQQ/s72-c/realidad_a6b59b76f4_m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-3243830726549258316</id><published>2008-11-28T13:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:25:12.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Boy overboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_id0-dDJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jxiFXDQzR9w/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273682690738818194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_id0-dDJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jxiFXDQzR9w/s400/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.morrisgleitzman.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Morris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Geiztman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jamal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bibi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Afghanistan&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;move&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;country&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; Australia( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Prosperity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;land&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;illegal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;authorities&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;blows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;adventures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;you what some families from eastern countries have to do to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;If you like this one you are going to like "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Girl Underground"&lt;/span&gt; as well. Bridget is the daughter of two criminals who has to rescue Jamal and Bibi from a refugee camp. She is forced to do this because Menzie, a friend from school shows her some letters that he has received from Jamal and Bibi that make Bridget think about what they are suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JAG &amp;amp; IPV 7W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-3243830726549258316?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/3243830726549258316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy-overboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3243830726549258316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/3243830726549258316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy-overboard.html' title='Boy overboard'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_id0-dDJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jxiFXDQzR9w/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7479369541808518482</id><published>2008-11-27T13:20:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T13:20:50.451+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Horrible Grannies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_KgzFGARI/AAAAAAAAAL8/siLTvoE8MOc/s1600-h/witches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273656353490338066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_KgzFGARI/AAAAAAAAAL8/siLTvoE8MOc/s400/witches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273632720908232498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS-1BM2cpzI/AAAAAAAAALs/gPofeYW-byo/s400/Granny.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yesterday during 8Y library lesson two students recommended "Granny" by Anthony Horowitz and we ended up talking about grannies in children's books. There are lots of them with wonderful grannies like "The Witches", &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS-zaXG9LUI/AAAAAAAAALk/jo8scDMaToY/s1600-h/witches.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Lizzy Zipmouth","Double Act", in fact I am now reading one of the new books, it is called"I am a cloud and I can blow anywhere", It is about an african girl&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS-zPnjJdTI/AAAAAAAAALU/10n457MwpUk/s1600-h/I+am+a+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and her granny is one of &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_K02cl32I/AAAAAAAAAME/gwoFKZ3sk3A/s1600-h/I+am+a+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273656697991585634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_K02cl32I/AAAAAAAAAME/gwoFKZ3sk3A/s400/I+am+a+cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the main characters. I am really enjoying it. You can listen to an extract clicking &lt;a href="http://www.wfhowes.co.uk/catalogue/sample.php?&amp;amp;t=3512"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were trying to think about books with wicked grannies and we came out with three excellent ones, "Granny", "Grinny" and "George's Marvellous medicine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS6SyAQKKcI/AAAAAAAAALE/YYXP1tpvDzw/s1600-h/Grinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273313601456318914" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS6SyAQKKcI/AAAAAAAAALE/YYXP1tpvDzw/s400/Grinny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS-zU4Jio0I/AAAAAAAAALc/NWvCEsUXBHw/s1600-h/lizzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273630859925300034" style="WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS-zU4Jio0I/AAAAAAAAALc/NWvCEsUXBHw/s400/lizzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS-zKD0f8GI/AAAAAAAAALM/auG7dCza3cQ/s1600-h/double+act.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273630674079707234" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS-zKD0f8GI/AAAAAAAAALM/auG7dCza3cQ/s400/double+act.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS6StpEZh5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/g8rFVHex7h0/s1600-h/George.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273313526513502098" style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS6StpEZh5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/g8rFVHex7h0/s400/George.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you think in any others&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7479369541808518482?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7479369541808518482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/horrible-grannies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7479369541808518482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7479369541808518482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/horrible-grannies.html' title='Horrible Grannies'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_KgzFGARI/AAAAAAAAAL8/siLTvoE8MOc/s72-c/witches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4973930556335094346</id><published>2008-11-26T13:22:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:25:57.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book+movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_gStLnacI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BSZSV9BWBUE/s1600-h/wav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273680300644723138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_gStLnacI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BSZSV9BWBUE/s400/wav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_f7atZYTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6YUpv-IfSfc/s1600-h/the+wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273679900549144882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_f7atZYTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6YUpv-IfSfc/s400/the+wave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS1DQ1EZmOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ye2MqiffpFY/s1600-h/I+am+a+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the premier of a movie called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"La Ola".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This movie directed by Dennis Gansel, is based in a book by Tod Strasser titled "The Wave". The novel is based on teaching experiment that took place in a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Cubberley High School" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cubberley_High_School"&gt;Cubberley High School&lt;/a&gt; history class in Palo Alto (California). This book is suitable for students in year 9 and upwards. It is a excellent novel that will make you think. Copies available in the library.Come and get one! Click here to watch a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.gas-agency.co.uk/Clients/Momentum/The_Wave/Trailer/4download/TheWave_QT_High.mov"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4973930556335094346?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4973930556335094346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4973930556335094346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4973930556335094346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/wave.html' title='The wave'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SS_gStLnacI/AAAAAAAAAMU/BSZSV9BWBUE/s72-c/wav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5898265953211854276</id><published>2008-11-14T12:48:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:26:56.802+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Degas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Marie, dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SR1_AW9umCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1HSWXm0IgP0/s1600-h/marie,+dancingt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268506783234562082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SR1_AW9umCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1HSWXm0IgP0/s400/marie,+dancingt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Carolyn Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the famous artist called Edgar Degas? Well, this book is about a girl who posed for his famous statuette "Little dancer. Aged 14". You can actually go and see the statuette because there is an exhibition on &lt;a href="http://www.exposicionesmapfrearte.com/degas/"&gt;Degas in Fundacio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SR2EuQmzQmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RNBytfU0U4s/s1600-h/petit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268513069359907426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SR2EuQmzQmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RNBytfU0U4s/s400/petit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exposicionesmapfrearte.com/degas/"&gt;n Mapfre &lt;/a&gt;in Madrid. The book tells the story of Marie, a girl whose father is dead and her mother is alcoholic. Her big sister is always looking for money and she has to take care of her little sister aged 8. She has a very difficult life and the only thing she really enjoys is dancing. When the painter asks her to pose for him, it appears that her life will be transformed. But can being Monsieur Degas's model bring all that she imagines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a link to an interview with &lt;a href="http://www.harcourtbooks.com/MarieDancing/interview2.asp"&gt;Carlolyn Meyer&lt;/a&gt; about the book. She is writing a book based in the life of Marie Antoinette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5898265953211854276?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5898265953211854276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/marie-dancing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5898265953211854276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5898265953211854276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/11/marie-dancing.html' title='Marie, dancing'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SR1_AW9umCI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1HSWXm0IgP0/s72-c/marie,+dancingt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-632530307345029073</id><published>2008-11-12T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:39:32.975+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasía'/><title type='text'>"La Emperatriz de los Etéreos"Laura Gallego García</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R1_YozNznpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oplhdRhhjPg/s1600-h/emperatriz_peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067494934879890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R1_YozNznpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oplhdRhhjPg/s320/emperatriz_peq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ya tenemos en la biblioteca el nuevo libro de Laura Gallego. A mi me ha gustado. Aquí tienes el link oficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laemperatrizdelosetereos.es/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143094600473484978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R1_xSjNznrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EqUzukRJgbc/s320/link+emperatriz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta entrevista de &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/ultima/viajas/vas/dimensiones/lees/muchas/elpepucul/20071130elpepiult_2/Tes"&gt;El País &lt;/a&gt;Laura Gallego habla de su nuevo libro .&lt;br /&gt;Surge aquí la polémica sobre si el libro tiene o no relación con la anorexia. Una vez que hayas leido el libro puedes responder a a la encuesta en la parte derecha de la pantalla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-632530307345029073?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/632530307345029073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-emperatriz-de-los-etereoslaura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/632530307345029073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/632530307345029073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-emperatriz-de-los-etereoslaura.html' title='&quot;La Emperatriz de los Etéreos&quot;Laura Gallego García'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R1_YozNznpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oplhdRhhjPg/s72-c/emperatriz_peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6090450001721208106</id><published>2008-04-25T16:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:19:51.497+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Invention Of Hugo Cabret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SBHk94ZVOZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KGxY83pdfWU/s1600-h/hugo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193183597096679826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SBHk94ZVOZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KGxY83pdfWU/s400/hugo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hugo lives in the walls of a Paris train station, where his survival depends on being anonymous. But when his life suddenly collides with an eccentric girl and the owner of a small toy booth in the train station, Hugo’s secret live, and his most precious secret, are put in danger. A strange drawing, a treasured notebook, a stolen key, a mechanical man, and a hidden message all come together.&lt;br /&gt;I liked a lot this book because it was a little bit of mystery but addictive at the same time. It’s easy to read and easy to understand, there’s not much difficult vocabulary and you have lovely illustrations to help you understand. These lovely illustrations take about half of the book so even if you find it really thick, it will take just two or three afternoons to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfBEUhP9aCY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more videos to watch in Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;AMS8Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6090450001721208106?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6090450001721208106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/invention-of-hugo-cabret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6090450001721208106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6090450001721208106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/invention-of-hugo-cabret.html' title='The Invention Of Hugo Cabret'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SBHk94ZVOZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KGxY83pdfWU/s72-c/hugo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1790974047035161099</id><published>2008-04-25T15:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:32:47.671+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Ruby Holler by Sharon Creech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SBHik4ZVOYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DpzIi0vZI8M/s1600-h/ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193180968576694658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SBHik4ZVOYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DpzIi0vZI8M/s400/ruby.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "trouble twins", Dallas and Florida, are living in The Boxton Creek Home, an orphanage run by Mr. and Mrs. Trepid. The Trepids are strict and “putrid”, and Dallas and Florida are punished more than any other children for breaking the rules of the house. They are thirteen years old and in all of this time the twins have been adopted many times, invariably by incomprehensive and abusive adults who return them to the orphanage. One day, an old couple adopts the twins for a summer, they live in Ruby Holler. Their names are Tiller and Sairy. They want them as companions for their separate vacations: Florida for Tiller's boat trip down the Rutabago River; Dallas for Sairy's bird expedition to the island of Kangadoon. This will be the first time either of the couples have been separated.&lt;br /&gt;I liked this book because it was strange the way the author tells the story, I think this book is not made for people who like fantasy or realistics books because, in my opinion, this book was made for everyone. It is an enjoyable and pleasant book to read whenever you have time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click here to see the author's page: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.sharoncreech.com"&gt;Sharon Creech&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMS8Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1790974047035161099?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1790974047035161099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/ruby-holler-by-sharon-creech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1790974047035161099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1790974047035161099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/ruby-holler-by-sharon-creech.html' title='Ruby Holler by Sharon Creech'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SBHik4ZVOYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DpzIi0vZI8M/s72-c/ruby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4497958490336293654</id><published>2008-04-22T15:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:32:17.091+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>"Looking after my horse" by Toni Webber</title><content type='html'>I think this book is for people who doesn’t like reading or for young people because it has a lot of illustration and short pieces of writing. It has a section called “My pony diaries” in which a girl writes about the days she spent with her pony. All that happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;Choosing a pony &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SA3p9IZVOXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eZ5_Ncc4tN0/s1600-h/caba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192063181863074162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="200" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SA3p9IZVOXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eZ5_Ncc4tN0/s400/caba.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stable&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a pony at grass&lt;br /&gt;Fencing&lt;br /&gt;Dual system&lt;br /&gt;Grooming&lt;br /&gt;Tack&lt;br /&gt;Feeding&lt;br /&gt;Tack and feed rooms&lt;br /&gt;Feet and shoes&lt;br /&gt;Health check&lt;br /&gt;Protective clothing&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;Quiz time&lt;br /&gt;Glossary&lt;br /&gt;Index&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book would be very useful for a boy or a girl who starts to have a horse for first time in their lives and needs information.&lt;br /&gt;IM8T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4497958490336293654?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4497958490336293654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-after-my-horse-by-toni-webber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4497958490336293654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4497958490336293654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-after-my-horse-by-toni-webber.html' title='&quot;Looking after my horse&quot; by Toni Webber'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SA3p9IZVOXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/eZ5_Ncc4tN0/s72-c/caba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-421784388188290888</id><published>2008-04-08T14:40:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:31:54.811+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Lulu Baker Trilogy by Fiona Dunbar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BOOK ONE: THE TRUTH COOKIES&lt;br /&gt;BOOK TWO: CUPID CAKES&lt;br /&gt;BOOK THREE: CHOCOLATE WISHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fionadunbar.com/kitchen.htm"&gt;Fiona Dunbar's webpage &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_tp00xMhvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TXhEagKipZs/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fionadunbar.com/kitchen.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_tpaUxMhtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9CXDZ22qmTA/s1600-h/truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186855296819824338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="89" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_tpaUxMhtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9CXDZ22qmTA/s400/truth.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;THE TRUTH COOKIE: (book 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lulu is a girl who doesn’t have a mother. She has always lived with her father, until now, when the stupid of Varaminta, Lulu’s father’s bride appears to live with them with her son, horrible Torquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The day of her birthday, Lulu finds a special book that can help her find all the answers to her questions and problems.&lt;br /&gt;Lulu’s secret book is only known by her best find, Frenchy, but she has to be careful so that her secret isn’t discovered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;CUPID CAKES: (book 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SA3mUYZVOWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uF9_suKBf4c/s1600-h/cupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192059183248521570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 57px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="133" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/SA3mUYZVOWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uF9_suKBf4c/s400/cupid.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At last! Varaminta has left! But Lulu feels that his father is alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So she tries a new recipe so that her father and Frenchy’s mom get in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and probably marry.&lt;br /&gt;But her recipe doesn’t go well at all as the two girls wished…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_tqDkxMhwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Eb6BJ4NujFA/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186856005489428226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_tqDkxMhwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Eb6BJ4NujFA/s400/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHOCOLATE WISHES:&lt;br /&gt;(book 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lulu is each time getting better at magic recipes. This time, she has experienced a new recipe: chocolate wishes, which will help Lulu solve the only problem she has: the bulling at her school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEC8T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-421784388188290888?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/421784388188290888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/lulu-baker-trilogy-by-fiona-dunbar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/421784388188290888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/421784388188290888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/lulu-baker-trilogy-by-fiona-dunbar.html' title='The Lulu Baker Trilogy by Fiona Dunbar'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_tpaUxMhtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9CXDZ22qmTA/s72-c/truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4086098498667123341</id><published>2008-04-03T09:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:43:04.326+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School news'/><title type='text'>Concurso de lectura en público</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_TChkxMhsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bQrHB2YEd5M/s1600-h/5573.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184982953071773378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_TChkxMhsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bQrHB2YEd5M/s400/5573.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy día 2 de Abril hemos ido al Concurso de Lectura en Público organizado por la Asociación de Editores. Teníamos que hacer una lectura obligatoria de "&lt;em&gt;Kafka y la muñeca&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;viajera&lt;/em&gt;" de Jordi Sierra i Fabra y una optativa de "&lt;em&gt;El Principito&lt;/em&gt;" de Saint Exupery. Fuimos en autobús a la Biblioteca Joaquín Leguina y allí nos dijeron que teníamos que esperar para pasar, nos contaron un poco cuales eran los premios y entramos. Cuando subimos al escenario nos teníamos que poner en grupos de tres. Estabamos muy nerviosos pero empezamos a leer. Nuestro colegio era el único que hacía un diálogo para "&lt;em&gt;Kafka y la muñeca viajera&lt;/em&gt;" y quedó muy bien. Cuando leímos "&lt;em&gt;El principito&lt;/em&gt;", la lectura la optativa, fue muy divertido porque llevábamos diversos objetos relacionados con el texto. Al final nos dieron una bolsa para cada uno que contenía un libro, un lápiz y una camiseta. En conjunto el día fue muy divertido, escuchamos a algún que otro más colegio y volvimos en autobús  dispuestos a volver otra vez a la rutina escolar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BGV8V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4086098498667123341?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4086098498667123341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/concurso-de-lectura-en-pblico.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4086098498667123341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4086098498667123341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/04/concurso-de-lectura-en-pblico.html' title='Concurso de lectura en público'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R_TChkxMhsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bQrHB2YEd5M/s72-c/5573.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5428282337269082321</id><published>2008-03-28T12:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:28:31.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><title type='text'>La flor más grande del mundo. José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-zS80xMhrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1tuHGZKxP5Q/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182749213595567794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-zS80xMhrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1tuHGZKxP5Q/s400/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ¿Recordáis haber leido este libro en primaria? &lt;br /&gt;Es un libro  de José Saramago, autor que ganó el Premio Nobel en 1998. Si aún no lo habéis leído os recomiendo que lo hagáis. Tenemos una copia en la biblioteca de Secundaria y aunque parece un libro para niños pequeños en realidad no lo es. Es uno de esos  libros que puede disfrutarse a cualquier edad.   Ahora  Juan Pablo Etcheberry ha realizado un video de animación sobre él con la voz de  José Saramago y  la música de Emilio Aragón. Fue nominado para los Goya. Lo podéis ver en este artículo de &lt;a href="http://www.elpais.com/articulo/cultura/flor/grande/mundo/elpepucul/20080327elpepucul_1/Tes"&gt;El País&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5428282337269082321?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5428282337269082321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-flor-ms-grande-del-mundo-jos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5428282337269082321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5428282337269082321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-flor-ms-grande-del-mundo-jos.html' title='La flor más grande del mundo. José Saramago'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-zS80xMhrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1tuHGZKxP5Q/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-444661901181609628</id><published>2008-03-27T09:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:07:46.304+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><title type='text'>Peggy Sue contra los invisibles de Serge Brussolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-y-3ExMhqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NOAM74l3VBc/s1600-h/peggysue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182727124578764450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-y-3ExMhqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NOAM74l3VBc/s400/peggysue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola Miss Ana me gustaría comentar el libro de Peggy Sue:Este libro llamado "Peggy Sue contra los invisibles" es muy interesante porque tiene acción, fantasía y un poco realista con ingredientes de miedo alocado y amor. Trata sobre una niña que tiene un problema porque no ve bien y cuando era pequeña una señora paró el tiempo y le dijo que defendería al mundo de los invisibles pero en el pueblo la gente la miraba como una loca porque hacía cosas extrañas y al irse a parar en otro pueblo los invisibles le propusieron un trato para no molestarla más pero ella no aceptó y le dijeron que tuviera cuidado con un sol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BGV 8Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-444661901181609628?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/444661901181609628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/peggy-sue-contra-los-invisibles-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/444661901181609628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/444661901181609628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/peggy-sue-contra-los-invisibles-de.html' title='Peggy Sue contra los invisibles de Serge Brussolo'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-y-3ExMhqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NOAM74l3VBc/s72-c/peggysue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1607022158214203245</id><published>2008-03-14T20:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:45:17.835+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-tel0xMhpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4KvHmUqbgSw/s1600-h/kot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182339800133043858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-tel0xMhpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4KvHmUqbgSw/s400/kot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kot.&lt;/em&gt; Rafael Ábalos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuando supe que este escritor había sacado un nuevo libro lo comencé ilusionada porque &lt;em&gt;Grimpow, &lt;/em&gt;su libro anterior me había resultado entretenido (vosotros diriaís que engancha desde el principio). Tenía mucha aventura y se desarrollaba en la Edad Media... no era original (todos recordareís &lt;em&gt;Finis Mundi&lt;/em&gt; y &lt;em&gt;La Catedral&lt;/em&gt;) , pero resultaba muy interesante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kot pretende ser la segunda parte de este libro, pero en realidad es totalmente diferente, sólo hace una pequeña mención de Grimpow al final y me resulta bastante lento y que se para demasiado en cuestiones que no son relevantes. La trama se divide en tres durante todo el libro y sobre todo la parte de los chicos informáticos me pareció muy aburrida, las otras dos se mantienen bastante bien. Bien es verdad que la forma en la que se producen los asesinatos es muy original y el final inesperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No quiero que os desanimeís. Os reto a que me lleveís la contraria y espero que os encante.&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/7387114425642563969-1607022158214203245?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1607022158214203245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/kot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1607022158214203245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1607022158214203245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/kot.html' title=''/><author><name>misslaura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01617833981912353213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R-tel0xMhpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4KvHmUqbgSw/s72-c/kot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6434874612971850584</id><published>2008-03-12T09:08:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:32:36.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><title type='text'>Cartas de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qMcbgelnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gSbp07iXmXY/s1600-h/love+le1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177605141664011890" style="CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qMcbgelnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gSbp07iXmXY/s400/love+le1.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por San Valentín organizamos un concurso de cartas de amor. Estas son algunas de ellas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este es el final. Se acaba. Ya no hay vuelta atrás&lt;/span&gt;. Me he estado planteando esto mucho tiempo pero hoy me he dado cuenta de la verdad. Nuestro amor ha terminado, ya no hay pasion en tus besos ni siento emocion al verte. Los sintomas de enamoramiento que tuve al conocerte desaparecieron ya hace mucho. No me miras como el primer día. La luz de tus enormes ojos verdes me daba esperanza tiempo atrás, pero ya no, ya sólo me otorga una mirada cualquiera sin esperanza alguna. Ha sido uno de los mejores años de mi vida, pero me temo que aquí debe acabar. Tus abrazos me hacían sentir cómoda y protegida, pero ahora solo me otorgan dudas ante si debo seguir con esto o no. Te doy las gracias por esos grandes momentos de amor y dulzura que hemos pasado juntos pero ya no habrá mas. Hace un mes que no me demuestras el amor que según tú sientes por mi. No se si hay otra o si  simplemente nuestros caminos deben seguir por lados diferentes. Al principio esto era como un cuento de hadas, yo la princesa y tu el principe con el que yo soñaba vivir el resto de mi vida pero me he dado cuenta de que el amor eterno no existe o simplemente nunca existira entre nosotros. Todo lo que empieza debe de acabar, tarde o temprano el amor se va. Me hubiese encantado que esto hubiera sido eterno, pero supongo que eso eran solo las ilusiones que tenia yo antes. No quiero que te sientas culpable porque en el amor no hay culpables es solo un sentimiento bello que te hace sentir feliz. Lo siento. Pero esto ya esta dedicido. Lo unico que te puedo decir es gracias y que encuentres a alguien mejor que te haga sentir verdaderamente enamorado. Este es el final. Se acaba. Ya no hay vuelta atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGV9X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qLeLgellI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5zDfLoHACMk/s1600-h/545277701_9bb7599eec_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177604072217155154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qLeLgellI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5zDfLoHACMk/s400/545277701_9bb7599eec_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y entonces me enamoré de él...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amiga: tú que estás leyendo esto, si por la más remota de las casualidades te encontraras tú en una situación semejante a esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡DETENTE! Reflexiona, piensa que todavía estás a tiempo de ser libre, de no echarlo todo a perder, de no atarte a un sentimiento o pensamiento que por mucho que quieras no podrás cambiar ni ahuyentar, un sentimiento que te atrapa las 24 horas del día, el pensamiento de que le vas ver, su nombre que ronda por tu cabeza constantemente y que por muchas cosas que hagas para mantenerte distraída no se va, está ahí y te invade. Y piensas en él, en que estará haciendo...Y sigues pensando una y otra y otra hora más y así sucesivamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Te sientes reconocida? Si la respuesta es NO (que en este momento no te sientes así, ojalá que se esto.)entonces, sé lista, aprovéchate de tu situación y de verdad huye, déjalo en amigos, no le pierdas por nada del mundo, simplemente consérvale, pero espanta todos tus otros sentimientos que tengas hacia él...hazme caso ¡estás tiempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si por el contrario, la respuesta es SI....pues... siento comunicarte que estás en su red, tranquilízate, enfócalo desde el punto de vista bueno aunque sepas en el fondo de tu corazón que no es así. Sé que no es fácil lo que te voy a decir a continuación, pero debo hacerlo...OLVIDALÉ. Te vas a comer el coco noche sí y día también, tienes 13 años, ya tendrás tiempo para chicos...porque lamentablemente ellos ahora no lo tienen para ti, aunque te guste mucho, no caigas en su trampa, si lo haces, habrás cometido un gran error...como lo hice yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qLsLgelmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wjicghgYUA4/s1600-h/cartas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177604312735323746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="84" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qLsLgelmI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wjicghgYUA4/s400/cartas.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MDM 9x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finalmente me he decidido a escribir esta carta&lt;/span&gt;, una carta que nunca leerás, una carta que será olvidada. Quizá te resulte imposible entender el porque de mis continuos llantos, las razones ocultas para estar distante, ausente, perdida. Nada de esto te preocupa, ya que parece que solo yo soy consciente de lo que vivimos, pero ya no puedo tragarme mi sentimientos, ya no puedo fingir por más tiempo. El abismo que nos separa es cada día más grande y profundo, pero solo yo lo veo porque tú estás ciego. No te das cuenta de lo que está pasando, no quieres ver más allá. ¿Qué ha cambiado? Antes todo era perfecto, todos los mensajes, las llamadas, las risas, los llantos. Lo compartíamos todo, y ahora sólo yo me acuerdo de esto. Sólo yo quiero estar contigo para siempre, pero tú me has olvidado. No puedo evitar querer llorar cuando te veo, no puedo evitar intentar odiarte por lo mal que me lo has hecho pasar. Sin embargo, cuando te miro a los ojos recuerdo todos los momentos compartidos, recuerdo los buenos momentos, recuerdo tu sonrisa, tus manos y tus besos. E so es lo que más me duele, que al intentar odiarte sólo consigo quererte más, que deseo que llegue la noche para soñar contigo, que contemplo tus fotos, unas fotos llenas de mentiras y falsedad, para clavarte aún más en mi corazón. Sé que ya no eres mío, y quizá nunca lo fuiste. Sé que hago al mal al estar esperando tu llamada, una llamada que nunca llegará, pero también sé que te quiero y que eso no lo va a poder borrar el tiempo, no lo va a poder cambiar la distancia y no lo voy a poder seguir ocultando. Pese a todo esto, no voy a evitar que te vayas, y no voy a seguir arrastrándome hasta ti suplicándote que me perdones por algo que no he hecho. No voy a quemar tus fotos, ya que las tengo grabadas en la piel. He luchado por ti, pero no llegué a ganar la batalla. Nos unía un vínculo intenso, incluso peligroso, y ha sido lo que nos ha matado. Malgasto mi tiempo abriéndote mi corazón, un corazón que nunca serás capaz de leer porque se está consumiendo poco a poco. Es ahora cuando me doy cuenta de lo insignificantes que somos, ya que lo mínimo nos seca por dentro. Probablemente esto es lo que me pasa a mí. Ya no me quedan lágrimas que derramar, ni palabras para expresar lo que me está rompiendo, algo que muy pronto me consumirá hasta que sólo quede mi cuerpo y esta carta. Una carta que aportará un trozo de mí a cada persona que la lea, ya que si me he perdido para siempre, al menos alguien me encontrará en su memoria.&lt;br /&gt;Para todos y para nadie.&lt;br /&gt;PV 9Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hace tiempo que me olvidé de lo que era llorar&lt;/span&gt;, llorar sin parar. Había aprendido a ser feliz, a no sufrir. Pero todo lo bueno dura poco, y un día te tuviste que ir, ahí me olvidé de todo, me olvidé de ti. Tú me ensañaste a vivir cada día, me ayudabas y lo conseguías. Si tú te reías, yo me reía, si tú sonreías, yo sonreía. Me hiciste no llorar y olvidarme de todo, me ayudaste siempre de un modo o de otro. Sin ti no podría haber seguido, no lo habría conseguido. Pero lo bueno siempre dura poco, y un día no volviste, y un día te fuiste. No te puedo culpar, porque perdiste tu tiempo en mi, no te puedo recuperar porque ya no se qué es de ti. Te he querido, te he perdido, te he tenido y tú te has ido. Y ahora preferiría que nunca hubieras aparecido porque ahora lloro más que cuando me ayudaste a no llorar, porque río menos que cuando me enseñaste a reír, porque sufro más desde que me ayudaste a sonreír.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177611472445806210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qSM7geloI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JB82WajVbFs/s400/flying+le.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Solo recordaremos lo que nunca sucedió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En su momento me pareció una frase más, sin demasiada importancia, pero nunca comprendí su verdadero significado; hasta hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Todo comenzó en una fría tarde del mes de Febrero. Ni tú ni yo sabíamos qué hacer. Empezamos a hablar y a conocernos, sin darle mucha importancia. ¿Quién diría que aquel 6 de Febrero empezaría la historia? Nuestra historia.&lt;br /&gt;Comenzó con una simple amistad como cualquier otra, y en apenas un par de horas, todo cambió. Primero los mensajes, y así poco a poco en un par de días fuimos creando un nosotros. Pasamos dos meses increíbles, con todo el amor posible, hablando día y noche, y nadie conseguía separarnos. Aunque mis amigas se enfadaran porque las dejaba de lado, y tus amigos dijeran que solo hablabas de mí, entre nosotros, todo iba mejor que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Llegó semana santa, y me fui de viaje. Lo reconozco, todo nos iba genial y yo lo fastidié. Acepto que fue casi todo culpa mía, pero un par de días después me di cuenta de mi error, y te pedí una segunda oportunidad. Justo entonces tú decidiste tener tu orgullo y hacerme esperar. Claro, no podías quedar como un desesperado con tus amigos, así que me pediste tiempo y te lo di.&lt;br /&gt;Una semana, dos, tres…Dos meses. Irónico, ¿verdad? Me hiciste pagar por ellos, dos horribles meses esperando una señal tuya, y nada. Recuerdo que una vez en esos dos meses, tuvimos una discusión, y me dijiste que no te volviera a hablar en la vida. No me lo creía cuando me lo dijiste. Y claro, yo lloraba mientras tú te arrepentías de lo que me dijiste y el tiempo de incertidumbre me podía. Un día me decías que si, que querías volverlo a intentar, luego, una semana mas tarde, me decías que lo habías pensado mejor y que no… ¡Era de risa! Que te creías, ¿Qué era un perro con el que jugar?&lt;br /&gt;Y claro, tuve que explotar para que me hicieras caso. Te dije todo lo que pensaba y por fin me dijiste lo que llevaba meses esperando oír.&lt;br /&gt;Volvimos a empezar de cero, y, ¿sabes que día? 6 de Julio. De nuevo 6. ¿Casualidad? No sé, yo no creo en las casualidades…&lt;br /&gt;Pasamos el verano separados. Pensé que sería peor, pero hablábamos cada día, y cuando los dos volvimos a Madrid, nos vimos, y desde ese día volvió a ser como antes. Volviste a ser el chico que me hacía tanto reír y que me hacía sentir una princesa, no una más. Cuando te tenía a mi lado me sentía mejor que nunca, me sentía querida. Me tratabas tan bien, siempre tan atento y tan pendiente de cada cosa… Pero de nuevo, lo estropeé todo, aunque he de reconocer, que esta vez, es mejor así. Yo te hacía daño a ti, y tú sin darte cuenta, a mí. Y terminó, y esta vez, parecía definitivo.&lt;br /&gt;Al final tiene final ese amor que fue infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Estuve mal, porque había sido mucho tiempo juntos, pero me convencí a mi misma de que sería mejor si estábamos separados. No quemaré tu foto, solo la miraré, tantas veces como pueda hasta acabar odiándote…&lt;br /&gt;Y así, cuando hace ocho días que haríamos un año, lo vuelvo a recordar todo, y a revivir todo lo que vivimos. Juramos “nunca más” pero ¿eso quien lo sabe? Hay una cosa que siempre sabré, por mucho que me vuelva a enamorar de otro. Tú fuiste el primero; el primer amor de verdad, y siempre te voy a querer y te voy a echar de menos. ¿Fue todo real? O fue un sueño. Sólo recordaremos lo que nunca sucedió.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero, mi amor, eres el único para mí y siempre lo serás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177612554777564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qTL7gelpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6mxRG48SJ3c/s400/burning+l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No puedo creer que estemos separados&lt;/span&gt; sólo por pertenecer a familias diferentes, solo porque piensan diferente, no entiendo cómo nos pudieron separar cuando nuestro amor era mucho más fuerte y grande que su dictadura. Vivimos tiempos difíciles... A pesar de todo, quiero que sepas que te necesito y que te sigo queriendo, estés donde estés porque contigo te llevaste mi corazón y mi razón de ser.&lt;br /&gt;No hay día que no piense en ti, que lo que tengo a mi alrededor no me recuerde a ti, que no me acuerde de tu sonrisa. Y esto me duele, porque no quiero pensar que nunca volverás, que no te volveré a tener a mi lado, que encontrarás a otra…no quiero que mis ojos lloren.&lt;br /&gt;Y es que la impotencia de no tenerte, no poder quererte, hace que pase los días llorando, narrándole todo al papel, pensando cuando volveré a verte. Me da pena saber que lo nuestro es imposible, saber que mis amigos no pueden comprender por qué y cómo te puedo querer tanto, y que me digan que te olvide y que me enamore de otro…que hay muchos más en el mundo. Desde entonces confío todo a mis verdaderos amigos: mi corazón, un bolígrafo y un papel, que siempre estarán con migo. Porque yo no les creo, no quiero creerles porque sé que mi mundo te pertenece. Porque mi corazón estaba cerrado y tú fuiste el que abriste. Tú fuiste el que me hizo abrir los ojos, enseñándome este nuevo mundo de fantasía, haciéndome creer otra vez en el amor. Un lugar donde poder volver y no volver a estar tristes. Te busco y no te encuentro en mis sueños, y me estoy cansando, pero merece la pena si sé que a donde yo vaya tu me esperas. Mi único deseo es que no tengamos fin, que nuestra historia de dos acabe con un final feliz. Yo solo te pido que me esperes, porque a pesar de la distancia cada día te noto más cerca. No te rindas aún, piensa que el esfuerzo merece la pena, pero sobre todo piensa que tú eres único para mí y a pesar de los malos momentos, siempre estarás en mi corazón POR SIEMPRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6434874612971850584?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6434874612971850584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/cartas-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6434874612971850584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6434874612971850584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/03/cartas-de-amor.html' title='Cartas de amor'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R9qMcbgelnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gSbp07iXmXY/s72-c/love+le1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6540326860249264600</id><published>2008-02-18T15:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:59:00.269+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative writing'/><title type='text'>Into the wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7mPpBp5ADI/AAAAAAAAAG4/plawAKXfLOw/s1600-h/Dark_Forest_RESIZED_by_reckinyards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168319982365900850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7mPpBp5ADI/AAAAAAAAAG4/plawAKXfLOw/s400/Dark_Forest_RESIZED_by_reckinyards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The yellow-stoned path which I was supposed to follow to get to my beloved granny’s house went into a dark mischievous forest. To tell the truth, I was quite terrified at first but, overcoming these critical fears, I decided to go in. The gigantic pines, in which probably lived more creatures that I could’ve ever imagined, seemed to reach the sky. I could feel my feet drench in the marshy mud, my new shoes getting ruined by the smelly substance. What was left of the path soon disappeared, and I found myself to be totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a good idea to go north but, where was north? After a few minutes reflecting, leaned on one of the thousands- if not millions- of trees in that forest, I decided I should go straight. The woods would have to end somewhere, and I assured myself that, whatever direction I was determined to follow, I would find that “somewhere” if I went straight. I ripped a bit of my dress off, and tied it to one of the scratchy brown branches of the first tree I saw, just in case I started walking in circles. After what seemed an eternity of walking non-stop, it started raining. I co&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7mPyxp5AEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NJIO9tuz7wM/s1600-h/bibliotca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168320149869625410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="258" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7mPyxp5AEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NJIO9tuz7wM/s400/bibliotca.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uld feel every drop hit my skin, making my clothes more humid every second. Eventually, I looked up to see that I was in front of the piece of my dress, hanging bedraggled from a branch.&lt;br /&gt;I fell into despair, throwing myself underneath the pine tree. The smell of grass and mud was unbearable, and the cold windy weather didn’t help either. It soon got dark, and me, terrified and near to freezing, somehow managed to get to sleep. I don’t know what happened next but, next morning, I woke up at home. The soft, soap- smelling blankets stroking my skin, the warmth so pleasant, that feeling of security; the room seemed nicer than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CPA 8W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6540326860249264600?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6540326860249264600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/02/into-wood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6540326860249264600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6540326860249264600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/02/into-wood.html' title='Into the wood'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7mPpBp5ADI/AAAAAAAAAG4/plawAKXfLOw/s72-c/Dark_Forest_RESIZED_by_reckinyards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5798157516353864207</id><published>2008-02-18T12:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:58:40.584+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creative writing'/><title type='text'>My Enchanted forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7l8iRp4_-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4xnfX0PgH80/s1600-h/enchanted+forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168298975680856034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7l8iRp4_-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4xnfX0PgH80/s400/enchanted+forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wood I have been into is magical and flowery. Its magical enchantment makes me feel at home. My real home. Animals running up and down playing, laughing, swimming, everything you can imagine. I can see how the flowers are opening petal by petal to the glistening of the sun. The scarlet, emerald, turquoise blossoms are divided into a wide range of colours like a rainbow. I can scent every flower, every petal, every grass, every tree, every thing, and every smells: sweet, aromatic.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if this is a dream but it’s perfect. I’m walking in this endless forest. The glea&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7l8uBp4__I/AAAAAAAAAGY/P5KOvISc5IY/s1600-h/enchanted+forest+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168299177544318962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7l8uBp4__I/AAAAAAAAAGY/P5KOvISc5IY/s400/enchanted+forest+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ming stream has a watercourse that is perpetual. I am here in this Amazon so emerald green that I can’t bear looking at it. It goes into my dazzled eyes and stays there forever. This wood is enchanting, magical, and delightful, it is not simple, it is, it, is, oh! I can’t describe it; the beauty of this place overpowers me.&lt;br /&gt;I have woken up; I am again in this horrible world of problems and homework. I don’t want to be here. I will hope to dream this dream again. I want to go home. My real home.&lt;br /&gt;BGV 8Y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5798157516353864207?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5798157516353864207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-enchanted-forest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5798157516353864207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5798157516353864207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-enchanted-forest.html' title='My Enchanted forest'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7l8iRp4_-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4xnfX0PgH80/s72-c/enchanted+forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-278802906249027866</id><published>2008-02-12T09:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:48:36.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Journey to River Sea by Eva Ibbotson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7FZvxp4_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HckixienISE/s1600-h/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166008924888432530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7FZvxp4_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HckixienISE/s320/journey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maia is an orphan who lives in a boarding school in England. Until Mr. Murray, Maia´s lawyer and the person who is in charge of her, founds her relatives in Brazil who seem to be willling to take her in, called the Carters. Along with her new governess, Miss Minton, Maia goes by boat to &lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/south-america/brazil/manaus.php"&gt;Manaus&lt;/a&gt; a city from Brazil, where the Carters live. On the ship, she meets a boy named Clovis King, who is traveling with an acting troop. He wants to go back to England, but the Goodleys (the acting troop) won't let him. Maia promises him she will do her best to try and see his play once she arrives in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBGpyXF5pl8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Rainforest Sounds&lt;br /&gt;When Maia arrives at Manaus, she realizes the Carters aren't as kind as she had expected. Beatrice and Gwendolyn, the twins, who are her age and seem to be extraordinarily conceited and cocky and not the least bit active, hate Maia and are horrible to her. So when time comes for Maia to see Clovis's play, the twins had lied that all the tickets had been sold and they had not bought one for her. But as Maia really wanted to see Clovis, she goes by herself to the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Maia meets a half- Indian, half-English boy called Finn Taverner. Some private detectives are looking for him because his grandfather wants Finn to be the heir of Westwood, the castle of the Taverner family. Finn doesn't want to go because he wants to go up the amazon and search for a tribe called the Xanti, to which her mother belonged to when she was alive. Later, Maia introduces Finn to Clovis and she suggests that Clovis pretends to be Finn because Clovis wants to go back to England and Finn wants to stay in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva Ibb&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7FaKhp4_6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/oR7BI63tupA/s1600-h/Eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166009384449933218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7FaKhp4_6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/oR7BI63tupA/s320/Eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;otson (born 1925, Vienna, Austria) is a British novelist specialized in juvenile fiction. She won the &lt;a title="Nestlé Smarties Book Prize" href="http://www.booktrusted.co.uk/nestle/"&gt;Nestlé Smarties Book Prize&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;em&gt;Journey to the River Sea&lt;/em&gt;, a book which reflects her love of nature. Ibbotson wrote this book in 2001 in honor of her husband (who had died just before she wrote it) and was a former naturalist. According to her, the book had been in her head for years before she actually wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;Why I liked this book&lt;br /&gt;I think this book was very exciting and entertaining. It was very gripping and made me want to read on and on. It was extremely interesting because I learnt a lot of things from South America and its culture from the point of view of a girl about my age to whom of that is unknown. I loved the amazing descriptions because they where so good that you could basically feel, see and smell what was being told. It was an incredible book!&lt;br /&gt;CPA 8W&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-278802906249027866?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/278802906249027866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/02/journey-to-river-sea-by-eva-ibbotson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/278802906249027866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/278802906249027866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/02/journey-to-river-sea-by-eva-ibbotson.html' title='Journey to River Sea by Eva Ibbotson'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R7FZvxp4_5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HckixienISE/s72-c/journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-5058160219530991291</id><published>2008-01-25T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:00:44.466+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Dark Horse by Marcus Sedwick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5n0gHKi3wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyiBGlaK4yQ/s1600-h/dark+horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159423680645881602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5n0gHKi3wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyiBGlaK4yQ/s320/dark+horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is not very good or at least not the first two chapters. I thought this book was very slow for everyone. I think this is one of the worst books I ‘ve read in the school library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read books like Point Blank and &lt;a href="http://www.anthonyhorowitz.com/alexrider/"&gt;Stormbreaker&lt;/a&gt; by Anthony Horowitz and &lt;a href="http://www.stewartandriddell.co.uk/edge/"&gt;Beyond the Deep Woods &lt;/a&gt;(The Edge Chronicles) by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite book that I’ve ever read in the library maybe is Stormbreaker because Anthony Horowitz explains everything very well in his books and because it’s about action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JVL8V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-5058160219530991291?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/5058160219530991291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-horse-by-marcus-sedwick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5058160219530991291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/5058160219530991291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-horse-by-marcus-sedwick.html' title='The Dark Horse by Marcus Sedwick'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5n0gHKi3wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wyiBGlaK4yQ/s72-c/dark+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7691300281655540806</id><published>2008-01-23T12:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:55:28.019+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritura Creativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Señor Burdick'/><title type='text'>"Los misterios del Señor Burdick" de Chris  Van Allsburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5cqFHKi3vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0L4lHb9ns9I/s1600-h/harris_burdik_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158638165487181554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5cqFHKi3vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0L4lHb9ns9I/s320/harris_burdik_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Los alumnos del año 8 han escrito historias inspiradas en los dibujos de este maravilloso y enigmático libro. En la página del autor he descubierto que incluso Stephen King escribió un cuento basándose en una imagen de este libro. Si quieres leerla aquí está el&lt;a href="http://www.houghtonmifflinbooks.com/features/harrisburdick/inspired_by_burdick.html"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;. También podéis enviar vuestros cuentos si los traducís al inglés. Aquí van algunos cuentos : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Las siete sillas &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5n6wXKi3xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ni_nEAxHh3g/s1600-h/sillas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159430556888522514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5n6wXKi3xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ni_nEAxHh3g/s320/sillas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un día caluroso por el Sahara iba paseando un chico llamado Alejandro, sediento, hambriento….y muerto de calor. Paseaba y paseaba con la esperanza de encontrar un río, un charco, un pueblecillo pero nada hasta que de repente a lo lejos vio algo en el suelo fue corriendo y vio que era una botella la abrió a toda prisa imaginándose que podría haber agua o algún tipo de bebida. Al abrirla salió un humo blanco que le cubrió toda la cara, este se quedo extrañado a los pocos segundos apareció un ser extraño flotando entre el humo que le empezó a dar todo tipo de órdenes al pobre moribundo:&lt;br /&gt;-Me tienes que liberar pero primero busca las siete sillas, donde estarán las sillas corre tenemos poco tiempo a que esperas… como tardes un poco mas se enfadaran conmigo… ¡Que horror! Me matarán, ¡corre chiquillo, corre.!&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro no entendía nada. El ser extraño se tranquilizó y le dijo:&lt;br /&gt;-Mira hijo llevo viviendo en esta botella mas de 200 años y como comprenderas estoy harto y ahora me han dado la oportunidad de salir de aquí y vivir en tu mundo, libre sin ordenes y hacer lo que quiera…pero primero necesito encontrar las siete sillas, mas bien necesito que alguien me las encuentre, yo nunca he salido a tu mundo y no sabría como ir de un lado para otro y lo mas importante no sabría donde buscar las sillas. Así que necesito que por favor vayas por todo el mundo buscándolas están todas numeradas del número uno al siete, es de vital importancia como ya te he dicho.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro se quedó extrañado, hasta llego a pensar que todo esto podría ser una alucinación, ya que durante estas últimas horas ya había visto en su imaginación claro esta helados gigantes, bares, comida…etc. Pero esto parecía tan real … así que, mantuvo una charla con el ser extraño, llegaron a un acuerdo de que si encontraba las sillas el ser extraño le concedería tres deseos. Alejandro llegó a la conclusión de que el ser extraño era un genio y el aceptó ir en busca de las siete sillas. El genio le regaló un mando en el que tendría que poner el país a donde quisiera ir y allí le llevaría.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro decidió empezar por China pero antes de ir en busca de las sillas fue a un restaurante y estuvo saboreando y degustando toda la comida. Después de comer, pensó que ya era momento de ir en busca de las sillas recorrió la ciudad por todas partes y finalmente encontró la silla en el jardín Win-Chu en el centro de la ciudad, miro a ver que numero tenia detrás había encontrado la silla numero 3.&lt;br /&gt;Cogió su mando y escribió India, en un santiamén ya había llegado, esta silla fue mas fácil de encontrar estaba en el Taj-Mahal era la silla número 6.Después de ir a esos sitios se fue a Chicago, Rusia, Kenia y a Australia en estos sitios encontró las sillas número 1, 2, 4, y 7. Sólo le faltaba la silla numero 5 y decidió buscar por Europa. Primero se fue a Madrid, y no encontró ninguna pista ,seguidamente se fue a Londres y tampoco había ni rastro, después decidió ir a Francia un instinto le hizo ir a la catedral de Notre Dame, allí se quedo perplejo ante lo que vio, había una silla con una monja encima flotando en el cielo. Alejandro se dio cuenta de que aquella silla por desgracia era la silla numero 5 así que le fue a preguntar a los sacerdotes que allí estaban que había pasado con aquella monja y con la silla.&lt;br /&gt;Estos le estuvieron contando que hace unos 200 años esa monja escondió siete sillas mágicas por el mundo, y un ladrón se las quería robar. Un día estaba aquí rezando la monja y apareció por la puerta el ladrón queriéndole quitar esta quinta silla que estaba aquí, pero la monja se sentó en la quinta silla y no se sabe por que esta silla se empezó a elevar con la monja sentada en ella. Desde entonces la silla y la monja están petrificadas allí arriba por muchos y muchos años.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro entonces decidió volver donde el genio, al encontrarlo le contó la historia y que la quinta silla acabó en Francia y no se puede coger ya que esta elevada muy, muy alto y como cuenta la leyenda por muy alto que llegues y la alcances nunca se podrá bajar.&lt;br /&gt;El genio por lo tanto tuvo que seguir viviendo en la botella pero a Alejandro por su esfuerzo le concedió los tres deseos y se convirtió en el hombre más feliz del mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;IPJ 8Z&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Las Siete sillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hace mucho tiempo, en un convento al pie de las montañas, vivían unas pocas monjas de clausura. En el convento solo había siete sillas y a pesar de esto, eran muy especiales y muy antiguas; estaban hechas de oro macizo, el tablero de la espalda era de diamantes y el asiento era de un rubí elástico, pero la quinta silla siempre había sido la más especial y no se sabía porque.&lt;br /&gt;Una tarde llegó una nueva monja al convento, a ella le encantaba todo lo misterioso. Carolina (la nueva monja) tenía que empezar una nueva vida en el convento. Cada mañana se tenían que levantar a las cuatro, desayunaban a las cinco, a las seis hacían las camas y organizaban la capilla, a las siete preparaban dulces, regaban las plantas, cuidaban el huerto… A las ocho rezaban hasta las diez. De diez a doce tenían tiempo libre y a las doce comían. El día proseguía, pero siempre era muy duro y en cuanto llegaba la puesta de sol, ellas se tenían que ir a acostar. Un día, (durante el tiempo libre que tenía Carolina) se dio cuenta de que tenía poderes mágicos. Podía mover cosas de su escritorio, vio que podía mover la lámpara de su mesilla… Al día siguiente la madre superiora (la más querida entre todos) se puso muy enferma y tenían que llevarla urgentemente a un pueblo para que la pudieran atender, pero no tenían medio de transporte y las demás monjas decían que era muy importante que sobreviviera porque era una santa, que había realizado varios milagros.&lt;br /&gt;La intentaron llevar a la aldea, pero se resbalaban y con el barro, se cayeron y la primera silla se rompió. Al día siguiente usaron la silla número 2 y la silla número 3 para formar con ellas un carrito que estaba tirado por mulas, pero justo antes de llegar al pueblo las asaltaron: les robaron el carrito y todo el dinero que llevaban. Volvieron al convento andando de una manera muy penosa y tardaron dos días, cuando llegaron allí la Sor madre estaba más pálida y estaban llenas de barro. La gente empezó a perder las esperanzas, pero a Carolina se le ocurrió usar sus poderes mentales para que la silla fuera volando. Así que hizo una prueba con la cuarta silla: la colocó en la azotea y la hizo volar sobre los campos. Al llamarla otra monja Carolina se despistó y la silla cayó en picado y se destrozó contra unas rocas.&lt;br /&gt;Ya había comprobado que funcionaban sus poderes, pero que debía estar muy concentrada. Se sentó, así, en la silla y encima puso a la Sor madre y como esta enferma no pesaba demasiado, la cogió dándole un abrazo y con toda su fuerza mental empezaron a volar. Iban viendo los campos, pasaron por encima de la aldea, cruzaron los Pirineos, vieron un precioso río, siguieron volando y al final de su curso vislumbraron Paris, y volando y volando llegaron a Notre-Dame, metiéndose las dos monjitas y la silla por una vidriera que estaba abierta, al pasar por allí rozaron una imagen de la virgen que tenía una cara de gran bondad. En ese momento cambió la cara de la monja viejecita y nuestra amiga Carolina vio que se había curado. Dos monjes les observaban desde el suelo y se quedaron asombrados.&lt;br /&gt;Quinientos años después podemos ver en una esquina de la catedral de Notre-Dame, una imagen tallada en madera de ébano de una monjita viejecita sentada en una silla de oro y rubís y debajo de ella está grabado “LAS SIETE SILLAS”. “La quinta silla terminó en Francia” pero nadie de los visitantes conoce cual es su verdadera historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BGV8Y&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7691300281655540806?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7691300281655540806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/los-misterios-del-seor-burdick-de-chris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7691300281655540806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7691300281655540806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/los-misterios-del-seor-burdick-de-chris.html' title='&quot;Los misterios del Señor Burdick&quot; de Chris  Van Allsburg'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5cqFHKi3vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0L4lHb9ns9I/s72-c/harris_burdik_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-7684039004460008186</id><published>2008-01-20T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:55:31.552+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>The Leap by Jonathan Stroud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5X_2z6RnFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OvWujzk61bo/s1600-h/leap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158310265335422034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5X_2z6RnFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OvWujzk61bo/s320/leap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I'll be honest. I have to say that although I thought that this one started off well, it got really really boring and as it went on - someone looking for someone and looking all through the book - I found myself skim reading* so much so, in fact, that I ending up just skim reading right to the end. And I thought that the end wasn't up to much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I've been honest. I've included some other reviews which say that it's great. If you've read it and you've liked it, let's hear what you've got to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can read another review of this book in &lt;a href="http://www.readingmatters.co.uk/book2.php?id=106"&gt;Reading Matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Skim reading - I do it by reading the first sentence of each new paragraph very very quickly. I just get the gist of what's happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-7684039004460008186?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.readingmatters.co.uk/book2.php?id=106' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/7684039004460008186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/leap-by-jonathan-stroud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7684039004460008186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/7684039004460008186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/leap-by-jonathan-stroud.html' title='The Leap by Jonathan Stroud'/><author><name>Mrs Bentley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02825126899470622848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R5X_2z6RnFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OvWujzk61bo/s72-c/leap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1600518613480435280</id><published>2008-01-15T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:46:51.072+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Finding Violet Park by Jenny Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R43OND6RnBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KgiotcwPn6A/s1600-h/violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156003872192437266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R43OND6RnBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KgiotcwPn6A/s320/violet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding Violet Park by &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/mid/sites/bookshelf/pages/jenny_valentine.shtml"&gt;Jenny Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/mid/sites/bookshelf/pages/jenny_valentine.shtml"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another really good read. It sounds like fantasy (oh, no not another one!) what with the ashes of the dead Violet Park communicating mysteriously with the boy protagonist, Lucas Swain, but it isn't so much fantasy as mystery linked to personal/human situations and relationships. It's the ultimate good read that ends up where the protagonist ends up understanding himself and the people that surround him better. As does the reader perhaps. Everything ties up quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite easy reading - normal, boys and girls. Age 13 to 14? Recommended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1600518613480435280?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1600518613480435280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/finding-violet-park-by-jenny-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1600518613480435280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1600518613480435280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/finding-violet-park-by-jenny-valentine.html' title='Finding Violet Park by Jenny Valentine'/><author><name>Mrs Bentley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02825126899470622848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R43OND6RnBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KgiotcwPn6A/s72-c/violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-1836532369095019239</id><published>2008-01-15T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:52:52.952+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Down the Rabbit Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R43XNT6RnEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bRwBW7Pvnd8/s1600-h/rabbit+guay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156013772092054594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R43XNT6RnEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bRwBW7Pvnd8/s320/rabbit+guay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down the Rabbit Hole by Peter Abrahams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed this book. It didn't take long before I was completely gripped by the detective story but also by the protagonist, a girl that is refreshingly intrepid but in a normal sort of way. As most girls are. I thoroughly enjoyed the way that the Alice in Wonderland story was sort of brought in, although the novel isn't poetic at all, just a really good adventure and detective story. It even has a dog in it! What more could I ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd definitely recommend this book ofr 11-15s and 42s. I read it an a day. Quite easy test and riveting story. Boys and girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to &lt;a href="http://web3.streamhoster.com/idstaff/MetaFile/Excerpt/9780060737016.m3u"&gt;audioexcept&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-1836532369095019239?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/1836532369095019239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/down-rabbit-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1836532369095019239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/1836532369095019239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/down-rabbit-hole.html' title='Down the Rabbit Hole'/><author><name>Mrs Bentley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02825126899470622848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R43XNT6RnEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bRwBW7Pvnd8/s72-c/rabbit+guay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-2221964557587009862</id><published>2008-01-14T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:26:26.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audiobooks itunes'/><title type='text'>ipod News</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155624712479546370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R4x1XD6RnAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U4X7peMcFvI/s320/ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you got an ipod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know there are 27.ooo audiobook titles in &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/overview/"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you give it a try? You can download the audiobook of any library book you want to read. You can listen to a chapter on the school bus going home and you won't get sick. It will improve your listening skills and your vocabulary in a very easy and enjoyable way. These are some of the titles available:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155314637315611586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R4tbWT6Rm8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/rO7cGybHYtU/s320/cirque+au.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R4tbzT6Rm-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Zuhk9vb57jM/s1600-h/stormbreaker+au.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155315135531817954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R4tbzT6Rm-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Zuhk9vb57jM/s320/stormbreaker+au.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155315019567700946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R4tbsj6Rm9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/zO6GuFWfbzQ/s320/artemis+au.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-2221964557587009862?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/2221964557587009862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/ipod-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2221964557587009862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2221964557587009862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2008/01/ipod-news.html' title='ipod News'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R4x1XD6RnAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/U4X7peMcFvI/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4403332283693274378</id><published>2007-12-19T15:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:27:14.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>Spiderwick Chronicles go to Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2kvFT6Rm6I/AAAAAAAAADs/T1j-fYrnqYY/s1600-h/spiderwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695817538050978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2kvFT6Rm6I/AAAAAAAAADs/T1j-fYrnqYY/s320/spiderwick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you read any of the &lt;a href="http://www.spiderwick.com/"&gt;Spiderwick Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;? This is the cover of the first book titled "The Field Guide" by &lt;a href="http://www.diterlizzi.com/"&gt;Tony DiTerlizzi &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.blackholly.com/"&gt;Holly Black.&lt;/a&gt; We have them all in the library . They are really easy to read, with lots of wonderful illustrations, and they are very popular. Next February they are going to release a film about the first books...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4403332283693274378?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4403332283693274378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/spiderwick-chronicles-go-to-hollywood_19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4403332283693274378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4403332283693274378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/spiderwick-chronicles-go-to-hollywood_19.html' title='Spiderwick Chronicles go to Hollywood'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2kvFT6Rm6I/AAAAAAAAADs/T1j-fYrnqYY/s72-c/spiderwick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4514141433388039221</id><published>2007-12-19T15:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:40:46.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderwick Chronicles Movie Official Trailer 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/8supGNfhJIY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/8supGNfhJIY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the Official movie trailer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4514141433388039221?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4514141433388039221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/spiderwick-chronicles-movie-official.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4514141433388039221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4514141433388039221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/spiderwick-chronicles-movie-official.html' title='Spiderwick Chronicles Movie Official Trailer 1'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-2573646449286875051</id><published>2007-12-17T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:27:40.572+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish reviews'/><title type='text'>Algunos libros nuevos en español</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.europapress.es/00132/20071111143003/rafael-abalos-vuelve-exito-grimpow-thriller-ambientado-nueva-york-leyenda.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144944013577657170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2aDUj6Rm1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/FMMJlaHB6JY/s320/kot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kot"&lt;/span&gt; de Rafael Ábalos (autor de &lt;a href="http://www.grimpow.com/"&gt;Grimpow&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Un anciano despierta en una mazmorra medieval sin recordar quien es. Dos adolescentes reciben un misterioso e-mail con una fórmula matemática y una eminente científica aparece muerta sin signos de violencia, pero en su mano derecha tiene grabada la palabra "Kot". &lt;strong&gt;¿Lo has leido ya?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haz click en la portada para leer un artículo en Europa Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"LLamando a las puertas del cielo "&lt;/span&gt; de&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sierraifabra.com/"&gt;Jordi Sierra y Fabra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2aEyj6Rm2I/AAAAAAAAADA/Y4cYAleLuN8/s1600-h/Llamando+a+las+puertas.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144945628485360482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2aEyj6Rm2I/AAAAAAAAADA/Y4cYAleLuN8/s320/Llamando+a+las+puertas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvia, estudiante de medicina, se va a la India de cooperante, oponiéndose a sus padres y su novio. Allí conocerá un mundo nuevo que cambiará sus concepto de dolor, la felicidad, la alegría y el amor..&lt;br /&gt;Como ya sabrás Jordi Sierra i Fabra ha ganado el premio Nacional de Literatura Juvenil, aquí puedes leer la noticia en &lt;a href="http://www.lavanguardia.es/lv24h/20071026/53405887974.html"&gt;La Vanguardia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente ya habrás leído alguno de sus libros, tenemos muchos en la biblioteca ( aunque no los trescientos y pico que ha publicado.) Si cuando vengas, este libro está prestado puedes probar con "La música del viento" "Dónde esté mi corazón" "97 formas de decir te quiero" o "Seis historias en torno a Mario".&lt;br /&gt;¿Has leido alguno de ellos? ¿Qué te han parecido? Envíanos un comentario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-2573646449286875051?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/2573646449286875051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/algunos-libros-nuevos-en-espaol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2573646449286875051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/2573646449286875051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/algunos-libros-nuevos-en-espaol.html' title='Algunos libros nuevos en español'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2aDUj6Rm1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/FMMJlaHB6JY/s72-c/kot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-4200325775994410432</id><published>2007-12-17T12:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:19:03.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to use a book'/><title type='text'>How to use a book</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQHX-SjgQvQ&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQHX-SjgQvQ&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-4200325775994410432?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/4200325775994410432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/introducing-book-repost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4200325775994410432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/4200325775994410432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/introducing-book-repost.html' title='How to use a book'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387114425642563969.post-6086201677391116379</id><published>2007-12-13T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:28:01.748+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English reviews'/><title type='text'>"Run, Zan, run"by Catherine McPhail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2EcxjNznsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4qiXyh7j5ZQ/s1600-h/run+zan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143423887026134722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2EcxjNznsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4qiXyh7j5ZQ/s320/run+zan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new book in the library by &lt;a href="http://www.macphailbooks.com/home.html"&gt;Catherine McPhail&lt;/a&gt;. In this case the main theme is bullying. How do we react when a child is bullyed? Do we really tackle the problem? Don't we sometimes blame the victim? This book is a compulsive read. If you liked "Tribes" you'll love this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387114425642563969-6086201677391116379?l=librotecary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/feeds/6086201677391116379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/run-zan-runby-catherine-mcphail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6086201677391116379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387114425642563969/posts/default/6086201677391116379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librotecary.blogspot.com/2007/12/run-zan-runby-catherine-mcphail.html' title='&quot;Run, Zan, run&quot;by Catherine McPhail'/><author><name>Missana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03127275184353911154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yUX_nahMGKM/R2EcxjNznsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4qiXyh7j5ZQ/s72-c/run+zan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
