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I Loathe You'/><category term='Let it Snow'/><category term='Girl v. Boy'/><category term='Lisi Harrison'/><category term='Maureen Johnson'/><title type='text'>ThePaperMovieProject</title><subtitle type='html'>Books. Up and Down. 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I'm a pretty truthful person. &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/jourdandorrell" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/jourdandorrell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-2464072447220375980?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2464072447220375980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2464072447220375980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2464072447220375980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2464072447220375980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2011/11/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1620009965061358198</id><published>2011-09-26T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T21:25:10.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything. I'm a pretty truthful person. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jourdandorrell" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/jourdandorrell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-1620009965061358198?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1620009965061358198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1620009965061358198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1620009965061358198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1620009965061358198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2011/09/formspringme_26.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-515511506907368594</id><published>2011-09-09T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:21:35.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything. I'm a pretty truthful person. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jourdandorrell" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/jourdandorrell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-515511506907368594?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/515511506907368594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=515511506907368594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/515511506907368594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/515511506907368594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2011/09/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2908245794684401700</id><published>2011-08-25T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:00:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything. I'm a pretty truthful person. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jourdandorrell" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/jourdandorrell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-2908245794684401700?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2908245794684401700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2908245794684401700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2908245794684401700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2908245794684401700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2011/08/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3505404071798557515</id><published>2011-07-08T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T12:32:38.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so</title><content type='html'>im really bad at keeping this up and its summer. well Forever of the shiver trilogy comes out tuesday!!! be excited. Very excited. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3505404071798557515?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3505404071798557515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3505404071798557515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3505404071798557515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3505404071798557515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2011/07/so.html' title='so'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7140669814369189751</id><published>2011-04-05T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:42:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today City of Fallen Angels came out. No big deal or anything. Hopefully a review by monday! we'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7140669814369189751?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7140669814369189751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7140669814369189751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7140669814369189751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7140669814369189751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2011/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-9166185549410815566</id><published>2011-03-23T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:05:13.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clockwork Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1283147828l/7171637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1283147828l/7171637.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Clockwork Angel (Infernal Devices series)&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic is dangerous-but love is more dangerous still.&lt;br /&gt;When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's &amp;nbsp;Downworld, where vampires, warlocks, and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Ony the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sister, who are members of a secret organization called the Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform at will, into another person. What's more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own.&lt;br /&gt;Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by -- and torn between -- two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue eyed Will, whose caustic at arm's length... everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world... and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i love this book. now you may so... well its sci fi. haha honestly i'm a sci fi lover, well the basic stuff, not too deep into the weirdness. But the main reason i love this book, and all of Cassandra Clare's novels, are the characters. They are so dramatic, and funny, and sarcastic, and perfect, that i wish i were them or knew them because i know they would just make my life interesting. The fact that they are also British... it only adds to the pizzazz they have in my mind. yep great&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is the prequel to the Mortal Instruments book. if you remember i wrote about those earlier, quite a while back. Now you can read either book in either order. They don't hurt each other, but are both equally great. Now the characters are complex and there are many questions that are left unanswered but it just leaves me waiting for the next one (September 2011... Yeah I KNOW!) &amp;nbsp;to come out. and i can't wait until it does. &amp;nbsp;BUT UNTIL THEN THE CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS!!!!! COMES OUT APRIL 5TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also on the cover is Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG QUESTION will or jem. who do you prefer? duh duh duh.... and Jace or Will or Jem or Simon??? decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is a short vague one.Limited time Hey better than nothing right amigo? I miss blogger. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-9166185549410815566?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9166185549410815566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=9166185549410815566&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9166185549410815566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9166185549410815566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2011/03/clockwork-angel.html' title='Clockwork Angel'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1666732903153208089</id><published>2010-12-11T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:01:02.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSH IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.socialmediaexaminer.com/images/crushit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.socialmediaexaminer.com/images/crushit.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CRUSH IT! Why Now Is The Time To Cash In On Your Passion&lt;br /&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book i was assigned to read for english. Its about making a name for yourself, doing what you love, by using new trends such as social networking rather than older ones such as the newspaper. I am putting this up because i am planning to use my blog in a powerpoint i am planning to present, and want my blog to match my powerpoint on the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-1666732903153208089?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1666732903153208089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1666732903153208089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1666732903153208089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1666732903153208089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/12/crush-it.html' title='CRUSH IT!'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-6201062504525559566</id><published>2010-11-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:00:39.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing</title><content type='html'>You know what is disappointing? Not being able to read book that you've been waiting to forever. The thing with taking hard classes, is that you no longer have time yourself anymore. I feel I have lost my love for reading and it really saddens me just because i love to read, and i can't do what i love anymore. The last book I read what one of the history of a Greek God, It was very uninteresting and not bloggable. Im sorry for anyone who happens to still follow this blog .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-6201062504525559566?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6201062504525559566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=6201062504525559566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6201062504525559566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6201062504525559566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/11/disappointing.html' title='Disappointing'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-790130187609031160</id><published>2010-08-24T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:35:06.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is THE day</title><content type='html'>Can you finally realized that today it's here! The book many of us have been waiting for a year plus some. Suzanne Collins' Mockingjay is out today! I am so excited to get my hands on one, and when i do, there will surely be a post on it. So look out for that. If you have no idea what i am talking about, go out and get yourself a copy of the Hunger Games, and soon enough you will be sucked into the great danger world of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-790130187609031160?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/790130187609031160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=790130187609031160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/790130187609031160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/790130187609031160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-day.html' title='Today is THE day'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-5437972654990399694</id><published>2010-08-01T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:22:26.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweethearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/TFYPpBy90gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZpemmC684Wg/s1600/n248709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/TFYPpBy90gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZpemmC684Wg/s320/n248709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;By Sara Zarr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As children, Jennifer Harris and Cameron Quick were both social outcasts. They were also each other's only friend. So when Cameron disappeared without warning, Jennifer thought she'd lost the one person who would ever understand her. Now in high school, Jennifer has been transformed. Known as Jenna, she is popular, happy, and dating---everything "Jennifer" couldn't be. But she still can't shake the memory of her long-lost friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Cameron suddenly reappears, they both are confronted with memories of their shared past and the drastically different paths their lives have taken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first of all I have been busy so I haven't posted in a while. I just had my first chance to read a book that I chose voluntarily today. Also I was just reminded that I should post a post. Sorry. High School is hectic with homework and such. (I know it's summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this book, started out fine, but for me started off a bit slow for my liking. It kind of dragged its feet and it just seem unnecesary, like the story could have been more interesting with more events in it. Don't get me wrong, it was a sweet story to start out with, but the ending was just sucky. I mean I picked up this book expect- no wanting- the predictable ending, and i spend all my time ( a whole two hours!!! haha) reading this, just to get dissappointed in the end. It wasn't even a good, shocking ending, it was just flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the Ethan character (Jennifer's boyfriend), he just bothered me. I mean, sure you have the right to be a bit jealous because a new guy who has a history with your girl comes into the &amp;nbsp;picture, but don't be a jackhole to your girlfriend who didn't do anything wrong (my opinion, also a girl's opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this book is good book, but it lacks in some areas i think and could have been made more dynamite with a few changes of the plot, but then again, I didn't write the story. If you see this book in the library, sure pick it up and read it, but it not one I would spend my money on at a bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-5437972654990399694?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5437972654990399694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=5437972654990399694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5437972654990399694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5437972654990399694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweethearts.html' title='Sweethearts'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/TFYPpBy90gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZpemmC684Wg/s72-c/n248709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-8363367613503340034</id><published>2010-04-25T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:51:16.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Festival of Books</title><content type='html'>I just recently visited the festival of books at UCLA this weekend. It was pretty cool. There were hundreds of booths about books, and they even had interviews with authors. I waited in line for an half hour (only that!) to get an my copy of Will Grayson Will Grayson signed by John Green (one of my top five favorite authors) and David Levithan (author of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist). I got a signed copy of Meg Cabot's Runway from her Airhead series, and visit my neighbor D.R. Whitney at her booth for her book The Last Princess and The Cup Of Immortality. I got a cool shirt for Little Angry Girls that say "I'm looking for your reputation" and has a girl searching through trash on it. There were plenty of free books that were handed out, and entertainment everywhere. It was certainly an enjoyable afternoon with my family, and i would recommend everyone to go visit it next year. I plan to take my friends next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-8363367613503340034?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8363367613503340034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=8363367613503340034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8363367613503340034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8363367613503340034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/festival-of-books.html' title='The Festival of Books'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1783694792350435831</id><published>2010-04-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:09:08.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/S8lCTArBiiI/AAAAAAAAANk/vKy3p8E_1Ig/s1600/pc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/S8lCTArBiiI/AAAAAAAAANk/vKy3p8E_1Ig/s320/pc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Chemistry&lt;div&gt;Simone Elkeles&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Fairfield High School, on the outskirts of Chicago, everyone knows that south siders and north siders aren't exactly compatible elements. So when head cheerleader Brittany Ellis and gang member Alex Fuentes are forced to be lab partners in chemistry class, the results are bound to be explosive. But neither teen is prepared for the most surprising chemical reaction of all - love. Can then break through the stereotypes and misconceptions that threaten to keep them apart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this was like a west side story sort of book, which i love completely and entirely. I loved how Brittany had a soft spot, and that was her disabled sister. She defended her entirely, and that separated her from all the populars and superficial people of her school. She tried to be extra perfect to make up for her sister. Alex was the similar in the way how he was against his family, brothers to be exact, from becoming gang members, and to stop this he himself overcompensates by himself being a gangster. (haha gangster... sorry&amp;gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The romantic love hate story is one that has been told time after time, and it still gets me to a point where i want my own romantic heartbreak. Well, almost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd recommend this book for any one who loves a good love story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-1783694792350435831?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1783694792350435831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1783694792350435831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1783694792350435831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1783694792350435831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/perfect-chemistry.html' title='Perfect Chemistry'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/S8lCTArBiiI/AAAAAAAAANk/vKy3p8E_1Ig/s72-c/pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-336574764775395769</id><published>2010-04-08T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:46:01.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leviathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/S75cdv_dThI/AAAAAAAAANc/bPqOql5JLXU/s1600/leviathan-by-scott-westerfeld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/S75cdv_dThI/AAAAAAAAANc/bPqOql5JLXU/s400/leviathan-by-scott-westerfeld.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Leviathan&lt;br /&gt;By Scott Westerfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the cusp of World War I, and all the European powers are arming up. The Austro-Hungarians and Germans have their Clankers, steam driven iron machines loaded with guns and ammunition. The British Darwinist employ fabricated animals as their weaponry. Their Leviathan is a whale airship, and the most masterful beast in the Britsh fleet.&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandar Ferdinand, prince of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, is on the run. his own people have turned on him. His title is worthless. All he has is a battle-torn Stormwalker and a loyal crew of men.&lt;br /&gt;Deryn Sharp is a commoner, a girl disguised as a boy in the British Air Service. She's a brilliant airman. But her secret is in constant danger of being discovered.&lt;br /&gt;With the Great War brewing, Alek's and Deryn's paths cross in the most unexpected way... taking them both aboard the Leviathan on a fantastical around-the-world adventure. One that will change both their lives forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first picked up this book because I am a huge fan of Scott Westerfeld. Secondly the little video they had to advertise this book had a saying. "Do you oil your war machines, or do you feed them?" I found this extremely interesting. Thirdly, the book has pictures and brings me back a few years to a time when all words and no pictures was so horrible and hard. And lastly, it didn't hurt that i got it half price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i must say up front that the build up for this book may have been slightly greater than the actual book. But don't get me wrong. I really liked the book. It interested me and it's cool idea was so great, i wish i had thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that surprised me was the way that they spoke. I mean you'd think that if the description said "World War I" I'd have thought it was going to be set in the past, but no i was expecting it to be in today's time, and boy was i wrong. There are so many ay's, lads, and interesting cuss words, I almost thought I'd automatically start speaking in such a way also. Its not a bad thing, again, but it is something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was expecting this to be a one book deal, but apparently it is a series. This surprised me. This book 400+ pages and it only reaches a point to where Deryn and Alek's journey together just begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend this book for anyone who likes adventure, pictures (which means everyone), and something different. I am glad I read this book, and keep on getting impressed by Mr. Westerfeld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-336574764775395769?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/336574764775395769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=336574764775395769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/336574764775395769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/336574764775395769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/leviathan.html' title='Leviathan'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnN9R5EWNMM/S75cdv_dThI/AAAAAAAAANc/bPqOql5JLXU/s72-c/leviathan-by-scott-westerfeld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7123325921549853456</id><published>2010-04-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:34:38.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I ever?</title><content type='html'>Did i ever post my story i wrote? i don't think i did so here it is. Feel free to review it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Jourdan Dorrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;U.S. History D bloc&lt;br /&gt;March 30 2009&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Lawrence Paintings “Harriet and the Promise Land”&lt;br /&gt;Through the Forest&lt;br /&gt;Away into the Night&lt;br /&gt;“Please, no, I just don’t feel good. I only was going to rest for a few seconds.” I say in complete desperation. I was standing with my head down, because I had been caught sitting in the cotton fields, taking a break from picking the cotton bolls. Farming cotton was hard and tedious work, and to add onto that, my allergies were acting up. “Now, if I let everyone just rest, Master Covington, would be out of business, because a better plantation would have better slaves working, and more to sell.” Mr. Jones says with complete venom. I blinked twice as he brought his worn leather whip over his shoulder, towards me. I stepped to the side, causing the weapon to slice my shoulder, instead of my chest. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that!” he said with an anger in his voice, that told me he was dangerous. He brought the whip down onto my back as I collapsed on the dirt ground. He brought the whip down again and again, cutting deep wounds in my back… If I could I have looked up, I would have seen him smile. Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with the feel of unmistakable shaking.&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes, and see a pair looking back into mind. After a few seconds, the blur of sleep leaves my vision. “Are you alright?” Harriett asks me. I lift my head a few inches and taking in my surroundings. Low ceilings, rotting wood floors and walls, and the slight dim light leaking in through cracks telling me it was early morning. I rest my head back upon my bed, which was only an old sheet folded in half. I was not in the fields, I was in the slave quarters. “I’m fine now, just a bad dream.” I reply with a wince. Any slight movement brought pain to my back. I had slept to see a bad dream, but the experience was real. Laying on my stomach, the cuts on my back were still fresh from yesterday. Harriett noticed. “Sorry to wake you honey, I couldn’t handle the scared look on your face, figured you were having a nightmare.” “I’m okay, thanks for watching over me.” Since the incident yesterday, she had been tending my wounds, trying to prevent as much as she could from getting infected. “Penelope, we have to stick together. You know that, as much as I do.”&lt;br /&gt;I had just been bought by Master Covington when he came to Mississippi shop for slaves from his plantation in South Carolina, from Master Brown a few months ago. That day was the worst day of my life, My mama, my papa, Sarah, Delilah, and Jeremiah, my siblings, were all separated from me. Luckily enough, Harriett, another slave just a few years older than my fifteen, took me in and made me feel as at home as a slave can. Slavery is what I know, and all I know. I was born in the rotten cabin in a women’s quarter, in Mississippi. I have been working a minimum fourteen hour day since I was seven. I have been a slave all my life, but never had to bear such a flogging until now. “I know.”&lt;br /&gt;“I have good news.” Harriett whispers to me in an urgent voice. “Tonight, we’re going. A conductor from the Underground Railroad is meeting us at the abandoned house a few miles from here. You know, the one with the broken windows.” I instantly recognized it. Many of the slave sung songs referring to it. In those song, they spoke of a “drinking gourd” or the north star. In this case, the abandoned house was the “haunted house”. "Yeah. I remember.” “Are you going to be able to handle it?” she asked me as I sat up, to get my clothes on. My dress was made of old cloth, and had holes on the shoulders and near the seams. “I have too. I can’t handle any more of this.” I motioned to the open wound on my back. I lifted my dress above my head and slid it down. When the fabric presses against my cuts, my eyes instantly formed tears, but I do not let them fall. I will not let them fall. “Let’s go.” Harriett says. “Since we’re up we might as get our food and start early. Better not give them anything to be suspicious about.” As we walked over to the pig trough, I gave Harriett a good look. She was beautiful, inside and out. She was tall, graceful, and knew what to say, and when to say it. She was the person I aim to be. She had a slight bump that was her stomach. She was expecting, she had told me. I predict a baby girl, with her mother’s green eyes, but she feels like it’s was going to be a boy. She doesn’t want her baby to be born into slavery, and will do anything to prevent it. And because Harriett is who she is, I will put my life on the line to make that happen for her, she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;We reach down into the trough where the overseers put the food, and pick up two piece of stale bread each, which we get every morning. I hand her my second piece, but she just curls my fingers over it. “You need it, sweetheart. We need you as strong as you can be tonight.” she whispers the last part. Since she told me about her pregnancy, I had been giving her half of my food. After all, she is eating for two. “You might want to save a bit for later too.” she adds. We walk away from the trough, and head towards the fields. We aren’t allowed to work together, so I won’t see her for several hours. We stop before we have to part ways. “ Tonight, we follow the drinking gourd, and find hope in the haunted house.” she sings to me in an angelic voice. She gives me a quick hug and turns to walk away. I wave at her back even though I know she cannot see me. I pick up my basket and start picking at the cotton bolls. I know I cannot sit in fear of a repeat of yesterday. I pick for a few hours before finally coming in hearing distance of another slave. “Tonight, we follow the drinking gourd, and find hope in the haunted house.” I sing. My voice quivers with exhaustion. Alexander, the other slave, nods at me, then smiles. I feel my cheeks heat up. Alexander was another slave my age, and I had seen him several times working in the fields, but never had we really spoken. He repeats the tune, and I hear the wonderful tone of his voice. It’s softness, almost as great as Harriett’s. I quickly flash him a smile, and continue down my aisle of cotton before Mr. Jones could accuse me of being off task. After a few more hours, and the sun is high in the sky, I hear a distinct sound of a bell, telling me it’s time for a food break. I walk back to the trough, and pick up two more piece of stale, which is this time soaked in sour milk. I eat greedily and get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;By the time the sun is out of the sky, and a crescent moon is overhead, again the bell rings, to announce to end of the work day. The lump of bread in my pocket it tempting, but I know I might need it later in the night. My feet are soar with red blisters and are sensitive to the touch. I walked gingerly back to the quarters and happen to cross paths with Sophia, one of the elderly women who lived in the same quarters. “Tonight, we follow the drinking gourd, and find hope in the haunted house.” I sing to her slowly, clearly, and loud. A few years before I had arrived at the plantation, she had been caught eavesdropping on Master Covington, and was punished. They had cut off one of her ears, and poured salt onto it. It had become infected and she was nearly deaf. She looked at me in confusion, and I repeated my hymn. She then nodded at me and handed me a piece of fat. “No, it’s okay, you can keep it.” I respond to her. “You a growing girl, take it.” Sophia says with a strictness that you can only obey. I thank her and help her walk back to the quarters. I plan to give half of the fat to Harriett, and save the other for later.&lt;br /&gt;We reach home and begin to prepare for the night. Harriett, comes toward my bed and whispers to me, “I will wake up when we are going. Go to sleep.” I was planning on staying awake, but knowing Harriett, she was two steps ahead of me, preparing me for the night. I was too tired to protest, knowing I needed the sleep. I undressed and lay on my stomach. Harriett, softly took off the piece of cloth, stiff with dried blood, that she had bandaged my back with. She quickly left then returned, with the same cloth slightly damped and cleaner, and retied to so it stuck to by back snugly. “Thank you.” I say with tears in my eyes, and a sob in my throat. What have I done to deserve the care and love from someone like her? I quickly blink away my tears and swallow my sob. I will never let anyone see me cry. “Goodnight.” she replies, and then she kisses my cheek before walking over to her bed on the opposite wall. I start up onto the ceiling, and let sleep come to me.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s time.” I wake up to the voice of Harriett, and I sit up immediately. I don’t say anything but glance at Harriett, then put on my dress. I stand up and follow her. I as I walk toward the door, I see a few others getting reading for the travels ahead, but one I don’t see is Sophia. She was just sitting against the wall watching the few others prepare. “Harriett, wait one second.” I say. She looks at me then nods. I jog over to Sophia. “Aren’t you going?” I ask. She looks at me with a smile on her face. “No child. I am an old lady, and will probably die soon anyway. I just want to enjoy the rest of my days as long as I can. Don’t look sad, Penelope. I would just slow you guys down. We will see each other in the future, if not in this life, in heaven. Now, GO.” I look at her for a few seconds before giving her a tight hug, and whispering, “Goodbye,” in her ear. I back up slowly, before hurrying after Harriett through the door. We leave in pairs, stealthy through the shadows. Quickly, but silently, we duck underneath the gate, and run toward the nearest bushes, our black skin serving as camouflage. We run silently through the trees, and after a while, we see the abandoned house in view. There is a candle in the window, along with a quilt hung over the gate. We jump over the gate and quickly knock on the door three times. As it opens, I think, yes, we made it!&lt;br /&gt;I look around and see many others in the small room. Gregory, and older slave, stands by the unlit fireplace, Rachel, sit on her mother, Georgia’s lap. Walter, her husband paces across the room in front of them. I smile as I see Alexander, standing in the corner, with his friend, Calvin, glancing at me. I am glad that he had decided to make the journey to the North. He deserves better than slavery. I look back at the new figure that open the door for us. It was a woman, who stood proud, and determined, and she was looking at Harriett and me. “I am Harriet Tubman. I am going to help you escape to the North. I am the “conductor” of this train.” She spoke with complete confidence, and I couldn’t help but trust her. Harriett spoke next. “I name is also Harriett and this is Penelope.” she motioned towards me. “We will do whatever we can to get to the Promise Land.” She smiles a wide smile and says, “Welcome.” We sat down, and waited for the other to arrive. I prayed that all that chose to come were safe. When we had waited long enough, and some others had arrived, Harriet Tubman explained our journey. “ We will travel through the trees, every once in a while changing direction or circling back around. This will help throw anyone who follows us of guard. For protection we will pair up. One man, one woman. Any children with be added to these group.” She then paired everyone up according to age and size. I was paired up with Alexander, while Harriett was paired up with Calvin. I was frightened to be separated from Harriett, but happy to be paired up with Alexander. “I will do everything to protect you, alright? Don’t worry, we’ll be free soon enough.” he told me with assurance. He then took my hand and held it in his big, callused one. We left immediately, and kept a several yards between each pair. We walked quickly through the trees, Alexander never letting go of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;For a few days, the same routine happened. Alexander and I would walk all night, hand in hand, following the others. During the day, we would hide in a safe house, and sleep. We would then awake, and repeat. Food was scarce, but we were used to those situations. We had a few scares with Slave Catchers. They were huge white men, with blood hounds that would go out and look for slaves. They were mean, and ruthless, with a taste for terror. Master Covington, must have found out of our escape, and had them searching for us. There were close on our trails, and we were instructed to make more difficult loops and paths to get the Catchers and their hounds confused. We still tread on, and walked on, because freedom was almost in our grasp. Alexander and I had gotten to know each other better, having spent all of our days together. He was very protective, and wouldn’t let me out of his sight. He held me, when he heard a suspicious noise, putting himself between me and danger. When I would have nightmares, he would wake me up, and then sing me back into a dreamless sleep. His when I would worry about anything, from my family, to the dangers laying ahead, or the ones following us, he would just smile, and all my worries would fade. One night, we were silent, enjoying the wilderness of the beautiful forest around us. We slowed down and were at the back of the pack. There was a stream ahead, one that others in front of us were crossing and that we would have to. Harriet Tubman stood silently, herding everyone in the right direction. Our skin as slaves were so dark that in the night we were almost invisible. We was as black as the night. Squirrels and owls danced on the trees above, while deer graze on the forest grasses. The tree shot straight up, green, orange, yellow leaves, hanging off their branches, into the sky, where the north star sat, leading our way to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden there was a cracking of leaves behind us. “It’s probably just a squirrel.” Alexander commented, for he had heard the noise too, but non the less, put himself between me and the sound. I screamed as saw what emerged from the darkness of the trees. A hound came bounding through, barking with an evil glint in it’s eye. Alexander looked at me and yell, “RUN!” We both sprinted through the trees, but it was enough. The large dog, bit Alexander on the leg as he hollered out in pain. Calvin, who was a few yards ahead of us turned and ran toward us to help. The vicious monster, took another bite at Alexander, attacking his chest. He screamed in agony, as his clothing turned red with blood. The hound, kept biting, cutting, piercing, killing Alexander. Calvin who had finally reach us, took out his pocket knife and attacked the dog, until he lay limp on the ground. Alexander looked at me with a weakness in his eyes, and whispered, “I loved you.” I felt tears well up in my eyes, and unlike the other times, I let them fall. I said desperately with a sob, “No, NO, your going to be fine. Your going to be free with me, and Calvin, and Harriett, and we’re going to get to the North, and your going to live a great life. Stay with me… Stay with me.” He smiled but I could see the life being pushed out of his eyes. He had lost to much blood already. I was sobbing, with all the tears that had been dammed up spilling over. I kissed him gently on the lips, and then he breathed, “Thank you.” His eyes faded closed and his chest stop rising. . I put my head on his chest, not caring whether his blood got on my clothes. By now, Harriett had reached us, and Calvin and she were watching the scene at hand, but I didn’t care. After a few minutes, Harriett, touched my shoulder. “We need to go, they will be catching up soon. Come on, honey.” I lifted my head, and glance at Alexander. I stood up, turned, and without looking back, I followed the drinking gourd. Followed it until I was safe, until I knew that Alexander would rest in peace knowing I was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending kind of sucked, but i needed to end it. It was too long already, and i was running out of time.}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7123325921549853456?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7123325921549853456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7123325921549853456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7123325921549853456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7123325921549853456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-i-ever.html' title='Did I ever?'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7053082309373459839</id><published>2010-01-24T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:42:12.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of My Hollywood: Family Affairs (#3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/084/563/400000000000000084563_s4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/084/563/400000000000000084563_s4.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Secrets of My Hollywood Life: Family Affairs (#3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jen Calonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hollywood secret number three:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to know how hot a star is? Count their monthly red carpet appearances. THe hotter the star, the fewer they make-that is, unless they have a movie or album to promote. WHen they're doing the publicity tour, all bets are off- a star may go to four events in one week just to gush about their incredible new project. Alexis is hitting the town to do just that. But if Alexis is still hogging the carpet nightly a month from now, that mean her star wattage is going nowhere. True A-list star don't have to go to an opening of an animal shelter or talk about their favorite lip gloss. They know the real way to keep in the public's good graces is to sit home on their $5000 couches and be as elusive as Johnny Depp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The filming for sure-to-be blockbuster movie Pretty Young Assasins has wrapped up and teen movie star Kaitlin Burke returns to life on the set of the prime-time drama Family Affair. After ten seasons of filming the hit TV show, Kaitlin thought that she could see any curveballs coming but with a plotting new actress on set, all bets are off. The new diva, Alexis, makes even Kaitlin's long-time nemesis Sky seem like a puppy in comparison. Can Kaitlin keep her sane boyfriend, her insane job, and her composure in the face of this new star power?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;With this series, I am surprising not bored with. Really surprised. When you think about the plot line in the beginning of the series, in book one, when you reallly think about it, it right out of Disney's Hannah Montana. Star who want to be normal and lives a double life. I mean yea, i wish authors were a little more creative, but i still like the series. Its not serious, and the characters are really likeable/hateable/relatable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kaitlin Burke for example, even though she is a movie star in the book, i can relate to her in my life. When Alexis comes and tries to dominate everything, it reminds of the time where this one girl who made the high school volleyball team by begging and crying, tried to keep that act up, and talked all sweet to the coach to make sure she wasn't cut when second try outs came around. She was, and so was Alexis. Even wishes that they had a boyfriend like Austin. He, so far, has done everything right, always says the right thing, and with all guys in books, his looks are determined by our imagination(which is always best). Liz is the faithful best friend who would kick butt if needed. Sky is the girl you've always hated until you guys find something in common. That you both hate someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I find this book really enjoyable, and finished really quickly. I planned to get the fourth addition, but i am going to wait till it goes to soft cover, so that next review will be waiting. (Hey, it's a tough economy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. Sorry for not writing in so long. I just started high school, and had a lot on my plate, but the semester just ended, so i've decided to try to read more books i like alongside the ones i have to read for school. (You can't imagine how tall the stack of books in my room are that i haven't read.... at least 12 in it. I just keep buying books, I'm addicted. Oh well.) The only thing i sort of didn't like about this book was the cover, but you know what they say, you can't judge a book by its cover.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7053082309373459839?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7053082309373459839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7053082309373459839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7053082309373459839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7053082309373459839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2010/01/secrets-of-my-hollywood-family-affairs.html' title='Secrets of My Hollywood: Family Affairs (#3)'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4015463962454751068</id><published>2009-10-30T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:26:52.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usufruct</title><content type='html'>I feel really bad. I haven't posted anything in almost a month and i apologize. I know not many people probably keep up with this blog, but nonetheless, i am sorry. I have been so busy with school and volleyball it's hard to keep up with the blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just fyi the book Splendor from the Luxe series came out! and Tempted of the Marked series!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to write more but no promises. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4015463962454751068?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4015463962454751068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4015463962454751068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4015463962454751068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4015463962454751068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/usufruct.html' title='Usufruct'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-732026232484495842</id><published>2009-10-07T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:56:01.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Van Alen Legacy</title><content type='html'>The Van Alen Legacy came out yesterday. It's the fourth installmen in the blue bloods series.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-732026232484495842?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/732026232484495842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=732026232484495842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/732026232484495842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/732026232484495842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/van-alen-legacy.html' title='The Van Alen Legacy'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-819870635519674160</id><published>2009-10-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:50:53.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge a Girl by her Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/adaptiveblue_img/books/dont_judge_girl_by_her_cover/ally_carter" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't Judge a Girl by her Cover&lt;div&gt;Ally Carter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Cammie "The Chameleon" Morgan visits her roommate Macey in Boston, she thinks she's in for an exciting end to her summer break. After all she's there to watch Macey's father accept the nomination for vice president of the United States. But when you go to the world's best school (for spies), "exciting" and "deadly" are never far apart. Cammie and Macey soon find themselves trapped in a kidnappers' plot, with only their espionage skill to save them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As her junior year begins, Cammie can't shake the memory of what happened in Boston, and even the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women doesn't feel like the safe haven it once did, Shocking secrets and old flames seem to lurk around everyone of the mansion's corners as Cammie and her friends struggle to answer the questions  Who is after Macey? and how can the Gallagher Girls keep her safe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Soon Cammie is joining Bex and Liz as Macey's private security team on the campaign trail. The girls must use their spy training at every turn as the stakes are raised, and Cammie gets closer and closer to the shocking truth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay this book i would put in the category of series where you started reading when you were younger, and loved it then, but now that your older, it doesn't have the same appeal. You keep reading the series though because you started it and feel dedicated to see where it ends. Other series in this would be the Clique, the pretty little liars, and the madison finn series (which i have stopped reading.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As i grow older, i seem to be getting more interested in more serious and mature books, and this book doesn't satisfy. It's perfect for middle school students, and maybe lower, but now it just seems... juvenile. Don't get me wrong. I will probably still read the next one, but that's the things with some series. As more and more books come out, you become less interested unless it's a captivating book. Younger books are no longer interesting, and when a new book comes out in the series, i don't feel the urge to buy it immediately, and if i do read it, i usually borrow it. Now that's not for all series. The Uglies (which ended), THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS (GREAT SERIES READ NOW!), THE HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY (DITTO), and wake and fade series aren't bad at all, but then again they are more mature series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay now back to the book. I really felt like the entire storyline was very boring, There were barely any action scenes and out of the ones there were, they were very predictable, like those scary movies where they'll be a scary monster behind the door. You know it, the guy next to you and the child who sneaked in to see the R rated film knows it, and everyone shouts don't open the door, but they do it anyways, and hey!, there's the monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was also reallly boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So i recommend you to read the story if you not in high school, and you'd probably be interested, but if you are, i wouldn't recommend the series unless you already read it and need to read it because that's the loyal reader we are, i totally sympathize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-819870635519674160?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/819870635519674160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=819870635519674160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/819870635519674160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/819870635519674160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-judge-girl-by-her-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge a Girl by her Cover'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-5245659967180084846</id><published>2009-09-12T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:07:10.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://natalierenae.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/city-of-ashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 477px;" src="http://natalierenae.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/city-of-ashes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City of Ashes (second of the mortal instrument series)&lt;div&gt;Cassandra Clare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clary Fray just wishes that her life would go back to normal. But what's normal when you're a demon-slaying Shadowhunter, your mother is in a magically induced coma, and you can suddenly see Downworlders like werewolves, vampires, and fairies? Clary would love to spend more time with her best friend, Simon. But the Shadowhunters won't let her go=especially her handsome, infuriating brother, Jace. And Clary's only chance to help her mother is to track down rogue Shadowhunter Valentine, who is probably insane, certainly evil-and also her father. When the second of the Mortal Instruments is stolen, the terrifying Inquistor suspects Jace. COuld Jace really be willing to betray everything he believes in to help their father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this book. I look this series. This, like The Hunger Game series, is also a trilogy, but also has great characters. So great it's so hard to choose your favorite one. I did tho, just barely. Simon. I love his funny attitude and him being the nerdy one of the group just secures his spot, at least for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassandra Clare does a great job keeping the suspense up, and keeping her audience interested. I read in in one sitting, and immediately bought the third one the same day. I forced all my friends to read it, and now they are Mortal Instrument Fans. Now i am doing the same. Read this book. If you done with magical creature stories, just read this series to leave that theme with a bang. If your not over them, then you should read this story anyways too. It's worth it. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-5245659967180084846?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5245659967180084846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=5245659967180084846&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5245659967180084846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5245659967180084846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-of-ashes.html' title='City of Ashes'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2216441315826331745</id><published>2009-09-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:01:14.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Fire (The Real Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://reneesbookaddiction.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/catching-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 470px;" src="http://reneesbookaddiction.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/catching-fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching Fire&lt;div&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sparks are Igniting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flames are Spreading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the Capitol wants Revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Against all odds, Katniss has won the Hunger Games. She and fellow District 12 tribute Peeta Mellark are miraculously still alive. Katniss should be relieved, happy even. After all, she has returned to her family and her longtime friend, Gale. Yet nothing is the way Katniss wishes it to be. Gale holds her at an icy distance. Peeta has turned his back on her completely. ANd there are whispers of a rebellion against the Capitol-a rebellion that Katniss and Peeta may have helped create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Much to her shock, Katniss has fueled an unrest she's afraid she cannot stop. And what scares her even more is that she's not entirely convinced she should try. As time draws hear for Katniss and Peeta to visit the districts on the Capitol's cruel Victory Tour, the stakes are higher than ever. If they can't prove, without a shadow a doubt, that they are lost in their love for each other, the consequences will be horrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In Catching Fire, the second novel of the Hunger Games trilogy, Suzanne Collins continues the story of Katniss Everdeen, testing her more than ever before... and surprising readers at every turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just the cover of this amazing book already tells that it's going to be exhilarating. All of the characters are so dynamic and perfect in their own inperfect ways. I want to go on a rampage just thinking about Catching Fire, but i am restraining myself so i won't ruin the book when you read it(when not if. This is a must MUST read.) Suzanne Collins did a great job keeping the storyline very interesting and kept it fast paced. Now i must say that i think that the first book, THe Hunger Games, is slightly more of a favorite for me, but Catching Fire is a very very close second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Read this book. Of course after you read the Hunger Games. Now. I am not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-2216441315826331745?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2216441315826331745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2216441315826331745&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2216441315826331745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2216441315826331745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-fire-real-review.html' title='Catching Fire (The Real Review)'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-8667635741013474785</id><published>2009-09-06T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:44:44.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HromQjPCeb4/SYUJlcbBGkI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yS6FisSxkEM/s400/Chasing+Fire+by+Suzanne+Collins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HromQjPCeb4/SYUJlcbBGkI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yS6FisSxkEM/s400/Chasing+Fire+by+Suzanne+Collins.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching Fire&lt;div&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This such a annoying book. In a way that it's so perfect. It makes me want to SCREAM. SCREAM SCREAM. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I think it is superly infuriating how they  make every character so perfect, not like in perfect, but so dynamic and great in their own way that you love each and every one of them so much it hurts. I want to erase my memory so i can read it over again with a newness and suspense as i did the first time. I will write another more indepth review of this fantastic book, but for now i am just telling you to go read it immediately!  If you haven't read the Hunger Games, go and read that one now and then read Catching Fire asap! And if anyone needs to vent or relay over the book with me again, just leave a comment, or better yet send me a email. It's happyfaces2(at)rocketmail(dot)com. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing. Peeta or Gale and why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-8667635741013474785?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8667635741013474785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=8667635741013474785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8667635741013474785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8667635741013474785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-fire.html' title='Catching Fire'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HromQjPCeb4/SYUJlcbBGkI/AAAAAAAAA3E/yS6FisSxkEM/s72-c/Chasing+Fire+by+Suzanne+Collins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-6578198430295506577</id><published>2009-08-28T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:30:06.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UP and COMING</title><content type='html'>Just Remember. Catching Fire is released on tuesday the 1st! Go out and buy it immediately! If you don't know what i am talking about, go out and read the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and you'll know exactly what i am talking about. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-6578198430295506577?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6578198430295506577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=6578198430295506577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6578198430295506577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6578198430295506577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-and-coming.html' title='UP and COMING'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3370922505882452998</id><published>2009-08-26T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:59:08.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Heads Up</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of high school. Yep. I am a freshman, or as the other grades say, freshmeat. This mean, along with my homework, and daily volleyball practices, i will have little to no time to blog. I will when i can, and i will try often. Just letting you guys, who read this, know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ps. thanks for following&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3370922505882452998?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3370922505882452998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3370922505882452998&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3370922505882452998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3370922505882452998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-heads-up.html' title='Just a Heads Up'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3632760474083581399</id><published>2009-08-22T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:40:52.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer I Turned Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simonsays.com/assets/isbn/1416968237/BC_1416968237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.simonsays.com/assets/isbn/1416968237/BC_1416968237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Summer I Turned Pretty&lt;div&gt;Jenny Han&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belly measures her life in summers. Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer, a place away from the beach house, away from Susannah, and most importantly, away from Jeremiah and Conrad. They ate the boys that Belly has known since her very first summer-they have been her brother figures, her crushes, and everything in between. But one summer, one wonderful and terrible summer, the more everything changes, the more it all ends up just the way it should have been all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I absolutely loved this book. Belly spending her summers with Conrad and Jeremiah, and experiences new things. Let me get this straight tho. She doesn't actually turn pretty overnight. It's more like an inside beauty kind of thing. There are flashbacks to previous summers, and you can see how's she's grown over the years, which is cool. She meets old friends, and gets more confident with herself. I wish i could have a life, or just a summer, just like hers, and i would be very happy and even though I do wish she picked the other boy....This is a must read book." -PaperMovies, author of the ThePaperMovieProject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Summer I Turned Pretty  offers a hard-to-resist combination-a beach house, summer love, enduring friendship. A deliciously sweet read." - Deb Caletti, author of Honey, Baby, Sweetheart, and Wild Roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A great story about family, boys, and how so much can change so quickly, this book has what every girl wants in a summer." - Sarah Dessen, author of Just Listen and Lock and Key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If i could live inside this amazing book, I would. I would inhale the ocean air and soak up the sun, and i woul hang out all day with kind-wonderful-funny-awkward Belly and her two known-'em-forever buds, Jeremiah and Conrad. I'd watch the three of them stop being kids and start being more... and I'd hope hope hope that when Belly falls in love-'cause you know she will- she'd give her heart to the exact right boy." -Lauren Myracle, author of the ttyl series and Bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3632760474083581399?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3632760474083581399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3632760474083581399&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3632760474083581399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3632760474083581399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-i-turned-pretty.html' title='The Summer I Turned Pretty'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3612245547996509538</id><published>2009-08-10T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:11:12.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of My Hollywood Life On Location</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51f11Ogy-2L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51f11Ogy-2L.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets of My Hollywood Life On Location&lt;div&gt;Jen Calonita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollywood Secret Number One: When it comes to celebrity dating, many stars talk about the benefits of dating a fellow actor. Between you and me, that"celeb-only" dating speech is week-old baloney. The truth is, it's tough to date a fellow actor. There's too much competition over who's the bigger star and too much stress over spending the next six months apart when you ship off to shoot a movie in Bangladesh and he is on location in the West Indies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real reason why actors so often date other actors? We've got nobody else to date! Stars mostly spend time with other stars (and reality show hanger ons). A famous actress is unlikely to find her next relationship while pumping gas at the local MObil. That is, unless... you spend a few months pretending to be someone you're not. That's how I met a real guy like Austin. Now I just hope he can handle living under a microscope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked this book alot. I was first hesitant to buy the first of the series, because i am not a huge fan of journal books, but then again i should have open it up and took a peek. It's not a serious book. No death, no depression, no drugs.... ( I shall call that the DDD's). But i really like the main character, Kaitlen's, boyfriend, Austin, because he seems down to earth, and like someone who would never truly exist in real life. I think that's what make it interesting, her relationship. I am more interested in that then her fued with her costar, or her brother being a wannabe star. It keeps me entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would recommend this book if you want something easy to read, and a light romance. I am glad i own the book, but if borrow it from the library, it's all good. As long as you read it. You don't have to rush out and buy it, but if you happened to be looking at the bookstore and find nothing really interesting (or your mom won't let you buy a hard cover being it's not worth the two hours I spend reading it.) pick up this book and go ahead and read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3612245547996509538?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3612245547996509538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3612245547996509538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3612245547996509538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3612245547996509538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/secrets-of-my-hollywood-life-on.html' title='Secrets of My Hollywood Life On Location'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-171054140203646387</id><published>2009-08-09T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:38:35.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys R Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/3082617012_251e8bb888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/3082617012_251e8bb888.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys R Us&lt;div&gt;Lisi Harrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Massie Block: After disbanding the Pretty Committee, Massie takes charge like Visa, forming OCD's hawtest clique yet: Massie and Crew. Even though money can't buy love, it can buy new friends... or at least model-actresses who will act like your besties until you get real ones. Lights, camera, MACtion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia Rivera: Hearts her new role as alpha of the SOul-M8s, BOCD's first ever boy - girl clique. But when the boys head back to the newly renovated Briarwood Academy, with the remaining Soul-M8s become 4Squares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan Marvil: Is happy times ten to finally have a crush who's crushing back, especially since they luh-v the same things: marshmallows, lip-kissing, and chugging Red Bull. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristen Gregory: Scored three goals on the soccer field last week- and Massie's crush... which earned her an ejection from her ex - BFF's hear. Can Massie forgive and forget, or is Kristen out of the game forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire Lyons: Has declared herself neutral in the  battle of the cliques/ But dividing her time among Massie, the Soul-M8s, anc Cam has left her stretched thinner than extra-small Spanx. Can she get her friends to reunite, or will she be forced to pick a side once and for all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Clique... the only thing harder than getting in, is staying in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all the last line, the slogan, is very cliche'. Just saying. Okay.... I was really bored with this book. In the beginning it was alright, with it going fast pace and thing getting revealed, but afterwards it just went down hill from there. The story was only mildly interesting, and i think it's one of Lisi Harrison weakest performances. I had to debate whether it was worth, actually finishing it halfway through, but i did. I did think the PC (pretty committee) and MAC (massie and crew) was a pretty cool thing, because the cliques hated each other, and so do the computers... but besides that most of the character are really shallow. I mean who hires friends?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book i probably wouldn't recommend for some people, but some, like I, have started reading the series, and feel that they should remain faithful. But it you haven't read the series, or don't feel that commitment, i would say don't read this one. But i would recommend this series, to younger kids, in the older elementary grades, or early middle school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-171054140203646387?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/171054140203646387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=171054140203646387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/171054140203646387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/171054140203646387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-r-us.html' title='Boys R Us'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3221/3082617012_251e8bb888_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4862614656893775307</id><published>2009-07-27T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:50:30.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsGvnuQzo2M/Rn1YeHpyH3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tOY3wrQjwdg/s400/CindyElla.FINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsGvnuQzo2M/Rn1YeHpyH3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tOY3wrQjwdg/s400/CindyElla.FINAL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Ella&lt;div&gt;Robin Palmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best dress. The best shoes. The best date. Cindy Ella Gold is sick of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom fever has infected L.A.- especially Cindy's two annoying stepsisters and her overly Botoxed stepmother. Cindy seems to be the only one immune to it all. But her anti-prom letter in the school newspaper does more to turn Cindy into Queen of the Freaks than to close the gap between the popular kids and the rest of the students. Everyone think she's committed social suicide, except for her two best friends-the yoga goddess India and John Hughes-worshipping Malcolm-and shockingly, the most popular senior at Castle Heights High and Cindy's crush, Adam Silver. But with a little bit of help from an an unexpected, and the perfect pair of shoes- Cindy realizes that she still has a chance at at happily ever after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, let me just point out that this book is very predictable. I bet anyone could figure out what is to happen just by reading the back of the book (or above). I mean you can just tell by the title it is a spin off of the fairy tale, so just by using that format, you can figure out the whole book. Secondly, the sisters are the total extreme of Prom. Well, okay, it's not like i have been to a prom (too young), but just common sense tells me that Cindy's sister are the highest form of extreme promist. They need a designer dress made especially for them so they have their mom black mail an designer. Not pyschotic at all. And then some people disagree with Prom, but they don't have to bring everyone's mood down with their disagreement. I mean so  you don't like prom, fine. But don't go crazy because you can't convince everyone to be anti-prom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not to say that i didn't like the book. (you're probably thinking i am crazy haha). It was sweet, and i liked the ending. I also love how Robin Palmer, like Sarah Dessen, uses the same setting for their books. (Geek Charming), though not as complex as Dessen's. So the extremes of the story i guess are only the makings of a story, and make it more interesting. It's just in real life i don't think teens would be as crazed. Okay so i liked this book. You should read it, but if you can't read it right now, you'll live. You can wait for this book, or even try the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4862614656893775307?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4862614656893775307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4862614656893775307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4862614656893775307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4862614656893775307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/cindy-ella.html' title='Cindy Ella'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nsGvnuQzo2M/Rn1YeHpyH3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/tOY3wrQjwdg/s72-c/CindyElla.FINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4062809502386471761</id><published>2009-07-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:44:08.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Serial Kisser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n49/n248521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n49/n248521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three Steps to Living your Fantasy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Speak your fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I, Evangeline Bianca Logan want a kiss. One spectacular, heart stopping, life altering crimson kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay so i've had very little lip locking experience up till now, but i've got assets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. See your fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He sweeps me into his arms, looks lovingly into my eyes; his lips brush against mine, warm tender, full of smoldering passion, and then... Oh, yeah. I can definitely see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Live your fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That's it?! How????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The self help book made it sound easy, but finding a crimson kisser in the halls of Larkmont High is proving even more difficult than Evangeline imagined. What seem like good kissing prospects turns out to be fish lipped kissers, or misser kissers, or worse - ear lickers. Disgusting! But Evangeline is nost ready to give up. She really needs to believe in love right now. OR at least in the possibility for love. Or- oh, one good kiss isn't too much to ask for, is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't really like this book. It wasn't textbook boring, but it was boring enough where i was entitled to skip a few words, sentences, paragraphs, pages here and there. It was like, oh a quest for the perfect kiss. interesting, but then it was like really repetitive and boring. My favorite character was Brody, because he seemed like the only down to earth, normal person. So my opinion of this books is that if you read it, okay, if you were to have a choice between this book and other, i would give the other the benefit of the doubt first, unless it is Generation Undead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4062809502386471761?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4062809502386471761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4062809502386471761&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4062809502386471761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4062809502386471761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/confessions-of-serial-kisser.html' title='Confessions of a Serial Kisser'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-9195284944423082298</id><published>2009-07-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:43:25.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of My Hollywood Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.state.lib.la.us/empowerlibrary/secrets%20of%20my%20hollywood%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.state.lib.la.us/empowerlibrary/secrets%20of%20my%20hollywood%20life.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets of My Hollywood Life&lt;div&gt;Jen Calonita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if ... your picture were taped inside teenage boys' locker across America, you closets were bursting with never worn designer clothing, and the tabloids constantly asked whether you were losing  you "good girl" status? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a glamorous life, but sixteen year old Kaitlin Burke, costar of one of the hottest shows on TV, is exhausted from the pressures of fame. Then she hits on an outrageously daring solution, one that has to remain top secret or it will jeopardize everything she's ever worked for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprise to know that i actually enjoyed reading this book. Let me get this straight though, it isn't one of my favorites, and it isn't the best book out there, it was just a nice break from some of the sci fi (City of Bones/Ashes/Glass) and serious books i have been reading lately. Now while the idea she comes up with is completely unrealistic, it is cool to imagine that those things would happen. I really like Austin. He seems like an all around good guy, tho i can see many him getting into some trouble in future books, just because he seems like THE perfect guy. I do agree on the fact that young stars today may have too much on their plate, and do need a break once in a while without being criticized and humiliated with phony and outrageous rumors. Then again it suppresses a guilty pleasure of mine too. I alway wished and wanted to be a celebrity, though from the way my life is heading, i can tell this isn't going to happen anytime (or ever) soon. This book, hopefully realistically, lets me imagine what it would be like to be a celeb, and compare it to my normal life. This isn't a must read book, but if someone offers to let you borrow it, don't hesitate to say yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-9195284944423082298?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9195284944423082298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=9195284944423082298&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9195284944423082298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9195284944423082298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/secrets-of-my-hollywood-life.html' title='Secrets of My Hollywood Life'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7087536343057991214</id><published>2009-07-09T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:15:16.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avdistrict.org/library/yafav20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.avdistrict.org/library/yafav20086.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;City of Bones&lt;div&gt;Cassandra Clare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder. Much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with odd markings. This is Clary's first meeting with the Shawdowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons- and keeping the odd werewolves and vampires in line. It's also her first meeting with gorgeous, golden-haired Jace. Within twenty four hours, Clary is pulled into Jace's world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in an ordinary Mundane like Clary? And how did she suddenly get the Sight? The Shawdowhunters would like to know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked this book a whole lot. Clary, the stubborn teen who doesn't listen. Jace the one whose gone through too much heartbreak. Simon, Clary's best friend who will stick with her until the end.  I wish, wish i had a best friend like Simon, which automatically makes him my favorite character of the book. Isabelle and Alec, "siblings" of Jace are hard to read, and are very unpredictable, but make the story even out. The world of magical creatures in this book, make me want to experience what they are experiencing. In the beginning, it is sort of confusing, but as you read it gets clearer. This book is very interesting. And is a nice vacation from having a sci fi/fantasy  book being all about vampires. Okay, there are vampires in this wonderful, amazing book, but they aren't a major part... or are they? This is a must read, and though it isn't as great as the Hunger Games, it is still great. And Clary having red hair? so cool.P.s. i think the figure on the cover is meant to represent Jace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7087536343057991214?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7087536343057991214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7087536343057991214&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7087536343057991214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7087536343057991214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-of-bones.html' title='City of Bones'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1555303842725178571</id><published>2009-07-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:42:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perks of Being a Wallflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.students.stedwards.edu/jangima/images/perks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.students.stedwards.edu/jangima/images/perks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;div&gt;Stephen Chbosky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Standing on the fringes of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This haunting novel about the dilemma of passivity vs. passion marks the stunning debut of a provocative new voice in contemporary fiction: The Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is the story of what it's like to grow up in high school. more intimate than a diary, Charlie's letters are singular and unique, hilarious and devastating. We may not know where he lives. We may not know to whom he is writing. All we know is the world he shares. Caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it puts him on a strange course throught uncharted territory. The world of first dates and mixed tapes, family dramas and new friends. The world of sex, drugs, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, when all one requires is that perfect song on the perfect drive to feel infinite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Though Charlie, Stephen Chbosky has created a deeply affecting coming of age story, a powerful novel that will spirit you back to those wild and poignant roller coaster days known as                                                                                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am required to read a book for honors english next year that is on the banned books list of 2008. I am very thorough, so i plan to read quite a few and pick from there. This is the first one i have read. (technically the 9th or so, but i mean read specifically for the project. The whole harry potter series is on there and one of my favorites, Looking for Alaska by John Green, and Just Listen by Sarah Dessen.) We are required to write whether or not we agree with critics and it's idea of  unappropriateness. This book has many references to sex, drugs, alcohol, and so on and so on. I think the reason it may seem inappropriate is how the boy, a freshman, Charlie, goes about it. He seem so clueless, and maybe the way he talks or writes about these things makes it seem worse than it is. Or maybe it is just plain inappropriate. I am not sure but I still have to ponder about this subject longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway about the book. I actually liked it. I stalled reading it (got it from the library two weeks ago, and had gone back for three trip before  starting it.) because it was written a while ago. Some books are written today, but are given the setting of the past. Not this one, it was written i think ten or so years ago, so i automatically thought it was going to be boring. I made the wrong assumption. It wasn't boring much actually. With boring books i tend to find myself skipping pages and scanning. With this one, i found myself actually reading everything, and trying to figure out why Charlie is the way he is. The beginning was a little slow, but once I got started reading, i got really into it. I think that Sam is my favorite character, and i am happy i read this book, and even disappointed in myself for stalling for so long. So if you happen to see this book, read it, though it is a little, how should i say this... &lt;i&gt;interesting...&lt;/i&gt; at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha ha. so here is something new. What do you think are the perks of being a wallflower? And how are they advantages vs. maybe being in the center of attention? What are the disadvantages of being a wallflower, and which would you prefer and why? Please comment below and share you thought and ideas. I'd love to hear them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-1555303842725178571?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1555303842725178571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1555303842725178571&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1555303842725178571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1555303842725178571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/perks-of-being-wallflower.html' title='The Perks of Being a Wallflower'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1043748901429908404</id><published>2009-07-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:30:23.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n58/n290783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 476px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n58/n290783.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prism &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faye Kellerman and Aliza Kellerman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kaida Hutchenson isn't exactly psyched for the class trip to Carlsbad Caverns. Fourteen hours in a van with preppy jock Zeke Anderson and high school longer Joy Tallon? No, thank you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But when a tragic and explosive accident turns the journey into a nightmare, Kaida would give anything to be back on the road. Stumbling at midnight through the unforgiving desert, Kaida, Zeke, and Joy take refuge in an abandoned cave... until the world goes from pitch black to blinding. The next thing Kaida know, she's back home in California and everything is just as it was before the Carlsbad trip ever took place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Increasingly, unnerved by the distorted world around her, Kaida starts receiving unexpected help from mysterious people. Soom she must band together with Zeke and Joy to try to make it back to the reality she remembers... and to survive the one she's fallen into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First i just want to give props to Aliza Kellerman for writing this book, even with the help of her mother, Faye. I just think its awesome that she tried to write a book, and succeeded. Writing is very hard, (at least for some) and she only being Junior in high school, has achieved so much already. Okay so about the book. I sort of, really liked it. Though it was a bit to short for my liking. I felt that if it were longer, and had more details, it wouldn't have felt so rushed, and then it would have been ten times better. Also there are some parts that don't make sense, like a certain word here or there that would confuse me, but then again it might just be me, and there are some information that was like, "okay, what did that have to do with anything?" but i still liked the book. My favorite character of the book is... Ozzy Callahan!!! If you haven't read the book, you wouldn't know who he was, cause he is not mentioned in the summary, but he's there. I also really liked how the main character, Kaida was unconventional. Starting with her name which is japanese, and her purple hair, to her dislike of a school trip. ( I mean who doesn't like time away from home with all your friends?) This is one book that i would really like to see a sequel for. It ends alright, but i really want to know what happens next (**** *********** ********************* ***********? *************** * ******** ****** *? ***** *  *********** ********? these are all my questions that have been left unanswered. I would write then down though i don't want to ruin the book for you too much.) I would definitely buy the sequel if she ever decides to make one. There is a lot of good stuff that could make a good storyline. And last but not least, I would definitely recommend this book. The thing i disliked the most probably would be the cover, because it almost makes you want to walk past it, due to the oldyness of the cover. But hey, that's just my opinion. It isn't boring, and keeps me interested. So if you just happened to see it on sale, or in the library, pick it up and read it, It won't waste your time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-1043748901429908404?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1043748901429908404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1043748901429908404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1043748901429908404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1043748901429908404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/prism.html' title='Prism'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7400920535575821288</id><published>2009-07-04T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:58:37.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever noticed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://karinlibrarian.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/evermore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://karinlibrarian.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/evermore.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kinnelonlibrary.org/Teen_website/north%20of%20beautiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 600px;" src="http://kinnelonlibrary.org/Teen_website/north%20of%20beautiful.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that these two covers have the same girl/photo on their covers just a little swapping and editing and there you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7400920535575821288?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7400920535575821288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7400920535575821288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7400920535575821288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7400920535575821288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-noticed.html' title='Have you ever noticed?'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-5064648384296227623</id><published>2009-07-04T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:04:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-5064648384296227623?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5064648384296227623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=5064648384296227623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5064648384296227623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5064648384296227623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th Of July'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-9051131300369393548</id><published>2009-07-03T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:28:05.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Myracle'/><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eplteen.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 485px;" src="http://eplteen.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/bliss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Myracle&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With it's stately, ivy covered buildings, Crestview Academy seems impossibly to newcomer Bliss, but full of promise too. It's here she hopes to make the sort of friends she never could growing up as the lone kid on a commune. With her crisp new uniform and manners gleaned from the wholesome TV shows her grandmother permits her to watch, Bliss feels ready for her new life at Crestview. Until she hears the voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Crestview holds secrets in its stones, ghostly hints of a long ago death. Sensitive Bliss hears a voice that speaks of terrible things... and blood. Always blood. Her fellow students, with their sunny smiles and talk of makeup and dances, seem untouched by this darkness. Yet, as Bliss will learn, they too have secrets. When the simmering tensions of the present mingle with the dark secrets of the past, it is kindly Bliss who becomes the focus of a deadly struggle for power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First of all i just wanted to point out this was not as bad as my friends said it was. She considered it Generation Dead bad, and it isn't even close to that. Yes, it is a little creepy. Yes, a little weird and scary too, but that what comes alongside the guidelines of a horror story. This book, ends badly. And was a little bit poorly written. Some of the events are unrealistic, but then again it's a horror story. I believe it is set a couple of decades ago, and things were different back then, if you decide to read it. It is a little racist, and I, being of the African American race , could handle it, so can others. It's is sad, but it's also the truth of what happened. So for me this book was okay if you read it, but not life changing, and the world would keep turning if you didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-9051131300369393548?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9051131300369393548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=9051131300369393548&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9051131300369393548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9051131300369393548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/bliss.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-5753836809991401832</id><published>2009-07-01T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:09:20.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things I Hate About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/30570000/30575788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 405px; height: 600px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/30570000/30575788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Things I Hate About Me&lt;div&gt;Randa Abdel-Fattah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie just wants to fit in. She doesn't want to be seen as a stereotypical Muslim girl, so she does everything possible to hide that part of herself. Even if it means pushing her friends away because she's afraid to let them know her dad forbids her to hang out with boys or that she plays the darabuka drums in an Arabic band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when the cutest boy in school asks her out and her friends start to wonder about Jamie's life outside of school, suddenly her secrets are threatened. Can Jamie figure out how to be both Jamie and Jamilah before she loses it all? Jamie's attempt to stop being the girl everyone expects her to be, and start being the girl she wants to be, a poignant, smart, hilarious, journey that will speak to all readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly i like this book because it's based in Australia.  I mean who doesn't like Australia.... And it has a little deeper meaning, just a little, than it shows in the front flap, like racism between cultures. What hurts a little is that they didn't mention Timothy in the summary, he who is a large part of the book. One of my favorite characters in the book are Bilal, who is Jamie/Jamilah's brother.... He has a big ego... I would recommend this book, but it's not my favorite. It was a nice, easy read, that i wouldn't read again, but am glad i read it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-5753836809991401832?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5753836809991401832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=5753836809991401832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5753836809991401832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5753836809991401832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/07/ten-things-i-hate-about-me.html' title='Ten Things I Hate About Me'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2365920378130363729</id><published>2009-06-05T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:17:05.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richelle mead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire academy'/><title type='text'>Vampire Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.richellemead.com/Vampire-Academy-Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.richellemead.com/Vampire-Academy-Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Academy&lt;div&gt;Richelle Mead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lissa Dragomir is a Moroi princess: a mortal vampire with an unbreakable bond to the earth's magic. She must be protected at all times from Strigoi; the fiercest and most dangerous vampires--the ones who never die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powerful blend of human and vampire blood that flows through Rose Hathaway, Lissa's best friend, makes her a Dhampir; she is dedicated to a dangerous life of protecting Lissa from the Strigoi, who are hell-bent on making her one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of illicit freedom, Rose and Lissa are caught and dragged back to St. Vladimir's Academy, hidden in the deep forests of Montana. Rose will continue her Dhampir education. Lissa will go back to being Queen of the elite Moroi social scene. And both girls will resume breaking hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear made Lissa and Rose run away from St. Vladimir's--but their world is fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="layer19" style="position: absolute; width: 182px; height: 71px; z-index: 10; left: -203px; top: 1520px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1595141979/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Buy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.richellemead.com/excerpt7.htm" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Read an excerpt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aught with danger both inside and out of the Academy's iron gates. Here, the cutthroat ranks of the Moroi perform unspeakable ritua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="layer21" style="position: absolute; width: 188px; height: 31px; z-index: 13; left: -200px; top: 1971px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1595141987" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pre-order it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First Chapter will be posted July 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ls and their secretive nature and love of the night creates an enigmatic world full of social complexities. Rose and Lissa must navigate through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="layer18" style="position: absolute; width: 173px; height: 216px; z-index: 11; left: -202px; top: 1238px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.richellemead.com/Pictures/SK-Cover.jpg" width="186" height="278" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; this dangerous world, confront the temptation of forbidden romance, and never once let their guard down, lest the Strigoi make Lissa one of them forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Okay, so i like this book. I would go even as far as to say i love this book. My favorite characters are Mason and Christian.... This is a must read. It is crucial for all living. I am not saying it's Hunger Games good, but it's very interesting. It seems to me that it is a mixture of all vampire books. A little twilight here, and little Marked there, and some Mediator spinkled in between. (tho not a vamp book, a ..... book. i won't ruin it for you) Rose keeps things interesting with all the flings she has with other dhampirs (half Moroi and half dhampir {Moroi [vampires] body guards}) and Moroi (vamps). It it interesting, and i love this book. I would read it again, if it would give me the same thrill as the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5 stars and two thumbs up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7478963538595319505-2365920378130363729?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2365920378130363729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2365920378130363729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2365920378130363729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2365920378130363729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/06/vampire-academy.html' title='Vampire Academy'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-9190772054850854049</id><published>2009-05-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:36:32.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n43/n217910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n43/n217910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants on Fire&lt;br /&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's is not a liar. Katie Ellison is not a liar. At least that is what she keeps telling herself. But she can't exactly tell the truth, either-not when she's juggling two boyfriends, secretly hating the high school football team everyone else worships, and trying to have the best summer ever. At least Katie has it all under control (sort of). Her biggest secret, what really happened the night Tommy Sullivan is a freak was spray painted on the junior high gymnasium wall, is safe. That is, until Tommy comes back to town. Katie is sure he's going to ruin all her plans, and she'll do anything to hang on the her perfect existence. Even if it means telling more lies. Even if, now that Tommy's around, she actually-truthfully-having the time of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the book, but it was sort of a stupid plot line. I think the drama with Katie and everyone around her, keeps the book interesting.  I really like Tommy compared to the other characters in the books. I don't regret buying this book, but it just not as good as Meg Cabot's other books. I really like Avalon High, and the mediator series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-9190772054850854049?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9190772054850854049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=9190772054850854049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9190772054850854049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9190772054850854049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/pants-on-fire.html' title='Pants On Fire'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-5062575560202668314</id><published>2009-05-15T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:53:11.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Thanks, elaine, sarah, and arvind / arvind again, for following my blog!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out my other one at &lt;a href="www.lifedictatedbyjourdan.blogspot.com"&gt;www.lifedictatedbyjourdan.blogspot.com&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/7478963538595319505-5062575560202668314?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5062575560202668314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=5062575560202668314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5062575560202668314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5062575560202668314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2836571164897389205</id><published>2009-05-10T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:01:18.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-2836571164897389205?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2836571164897389205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2836571164897389205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2836571164897389205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2836571164897389205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-803588420433456228</id><published>2009-05-09T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:44:51.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catalyst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laurie halse anderson'/><title type='text'>Catalyst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n30/n153996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n30/n153996.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catalyst &lt;div&gt;Laurie Halse Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate has been stupid. She applied to MIT and ONLY MIT, confident she would get in. Now she's frantic and waiting, and so sorry for not picking a back up school. Her boyfriends going to Harvard, her friend is going to Stanford, and where is she going? She doesn't know. When her ex - bully/neighbor's house get burned down, he father, being the nice town reverend, take them in, and things get alot more complicated. Having to be at someone's beck and call is no fun thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually was dissapointed in myself for not reading this book sooner. It makes me anxious about my future, even though it 4 year away until senior year. There are some sad parts, touching parts, funny parts, and other parts. It was worth the read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-803588420433456228?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/803588420433456228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=803588420433456228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/803588420433456228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/803588420433456228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/catalyst.html' title='Catalyst'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4345739598781182398</id><published>2009-05-04T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:21:31.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The truth about forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Lullaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lock and Key'/><title type='text'>Lock and Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n242141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 476px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n242141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock and Key&lt;div&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby, named after her mother, is going through some hard times. She seventeen, and her mother's disappear. Big Deal, right? well not for Ruby. She figure that if she keeps a low profile, paying the bills, and things, she can tough it out until she's eighteen, where she doesn't have to hide anymore. But one broken washing machine later, and she put up to social services by her landowners, and forced to move in with her sister, that she hasn't seen in ten years, who is also ten years older than her. Her husband Jamie and her take her into their rich, large, nice lifestyle, and things change drastically for her. She changes schools, changes her life, and most importantly, rekindles her relationship with her sister, Cora. oh i forgot, the hot dude next door, who has his own problems also. What will happen. duh, duh, duh!!!! Well read the book and find out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a relatively good book, like usually all Sarah Dessen books are. It isn't my favorite of all of them, That would probably be the truth about forever, or just listen, or this lullaby. (my strategical reasoning for her books are that the thicker they are, the better they are). It's good, nice , interesting, and good for people who don't like to think to much, but still like to think. I would rate this and eight out of ten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4345739598781182398?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4345739598781182398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4345739598781182398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4345739598781182398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4345739598781182398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/lock-and-key.html' title='Lock and Key'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4509605384540510515</id><published>2009-05-04T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:59:31.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Very Sorry</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i haven't posted in a while. I have been super duper busy. I had a soccer tournament this weekend, and STAR testing has started this week. I am so tired also. At least with the start testing i have two day to finish my homework due to my schedule only permitting three classes a day. half of what is the norm. I will try to post quicker, so don't fear. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4509605384540510515?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4509605384540510515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4509605384540510515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4509605384540510515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4509605384540510515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-very-sorry.html' title='So Very Sorry'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-982346437583208708</id><published>2009-04-25T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:11:49.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>Soccer Books?</title><content type='html'>Okay so this post isn't really book related but what the hey.... So coach said he would tell me if i made the team thursday or not, and i didn't make it. He said i could keep on trying out and he would give me a decision again, but he also said i could leave if i want to. apparently i need a killer instinct, so i am going to have to start pushing people down and kicking their butts, no mercy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-982346437583208708?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/982346437583208708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=982346437583208708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/982346437583208708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/982346437583208708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/soccer-books.html' title='Soccer Books?'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-176259633513702829</id><published>2009-04-19T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:59:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RecentlyPurchased</title><content type='html'>Wintergirls by Halse Anderson&lt;div&gt;Airhead by Cabot (Being Nikki comes out on May 5 [can't wait])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Little Devils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aimee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and The Outsiders (the lady whom i bought it from had said it was a classic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-176259633513702829?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/176259633513702829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=176259633513702829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/176259633513702829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/176259633513702829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/recentlypurchased.html' title='RecentlyPurchased'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7050354304695961666</id><published>2009-04-16T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:55:06.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReleaseDates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n61/n306787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n61/n306787.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://melissa-delacruz.com/images/diary/VanAlen_CVR_WEBSITES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 594px;" src="http://melissa-delacruz.com/images/diary/VanAlen_CVR_WEBSITES.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was doing some research, and i found out a couple of interesting things. The sequel to The Hunger Games (my favorite book), Catching Fire, comes out on September 1. This book would start where the last had ended, which was a real cliff hanger. I also found out that the fourth installment of the Blue Bloods series would be released on October 6. Also this would not be the last installment. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7050354304695961666?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7050354304695961666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7050354304695961666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7050354304695961666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7050354304695961666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/releasedates.html' title='ReleaseDates'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-8805998596149049797</id><published>2009-04-09T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:51:12.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justina Chen Headley'/><title type='text'>North Of Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kinnelonlibrary.org/Teen_website/north%20of%20beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 600px;" src="http://kinnelonlibrary.org/Teen_website/north%20of%20beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North of Beautiful&lt;div&gt;Justina Chen Headley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terra Cooper has always been an almost. Has an almost perfect family except for her dad. Has an almost perfect boyfriend except that he tends to ignore her. Almost perfect herself, with a body to die for, and natural platinum blond hair, except the huge birthmark that covers half of her face. She had been trying time after time to remove it, but nothing works. She just covers it up with tons of makeup. But then she meets, Jacob, the asian goth boy whose problems are bigger than her own. Jacob makes an almost like Terra perfect in her own way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this book. I know i know, it's kind of predictable, but a good predictable. Jacob is my favorite character and sometimes I wish he was the main character. It's a love story, and somewhat (quasi) light, but it makes you think differently about what you have. Are you annoyed with your dad's laugh convinced that it's sooo embarrassing, but then you read this and realize it's not too bad. How bout you hate your body, but some people have more problems that you, and you are shown this in the book. I loved it. I would recommend it for anyone who wants a good read. It not a challenging book to read don't worry. Okay maybe I am exaggerating a bit, it's not like she's homeless, but compared to the little things we complain about, a bad hair day, .... etc. she has worse problems, but the homeless in Africa still have it worse than her or maybe just living in an apartment. Okay so I am exaggerating alot, but that just me. Maybe it'll have a different effect on you, just read it. NOW. it's no hunger games but its still good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-8805998596149049797?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8805998596149049797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=8805998596149049797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8805998596149049797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8805998596149049797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/north-of-beautiful.html' title='North Of Beautiful'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3990562202730125006</id><published>2009-04-09T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:38:15.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvonne Collins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandy Rideout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl v. Boy'/><title type='text'>Girl v. Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n59/n299489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 474px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n59/n299489.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl v. Boy&lt;div&gt;Yvonne Collins and Sandy Rideout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luisa has been asked to write an anonymous column about the Literary Challenge that her should is participating in. She is report about fundraising events from a women's point of view. Another writer is writing alongside her who will write from a man's perspective. The problem is, she doesn't know who he is, and that interfering with her love life. She is getting more experiences in one school year, that the rest of her life combined, and it making her mad. What's she going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this book. It explains the conflict one girl is going through about her life, schooling, friends, her future,... the list goes on and on. Also it isn't a very serious book, so it can entertain the some of us who have short attention spans. My favorite characters are Tyler and Joey, they seem like nice people, and keep my attention. This book also keeps you on your toes. Usually with some books you can predict the ending, well with this book you can predict the ending, but it keeps on changing alongside your predictions. I liked this book alot and would recommend it to those who like light books, and light love stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3990562202730125006?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3990562202730125006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3990562202730125006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3990562202730125006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3990562202730125006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-vs-boy.html' title='Girl v. Boy'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7592910446870517656</id><published>2009-04-04T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:37:11.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the book thief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Zusak'/><title type='text'>The Book Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.itsallwrite.net/aspbite_protect/imagemod/00000521_the%20book%20thief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.itsallwrite.net/aspbite_protect/imagemod/00000521_the%20book%20thief.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book Thief&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Zusak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is around every corner during World War I. Germany is being run by A. Hitler, and your shunned if your heard saying one bad thing about the him. Things are tough for Leisel. Losing her mother and brother, and being sent to a new town, and living with new "parents." The only thing she found sancturary in was books. Though she couldn't read, it is in these book that start Leisel's own revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this book. It is one of my favorites of all time. In the beginning, it is sort of slow at first, but it gets good. I found myself being sad, excited, happy, depressed, and desperate at many point during this whole story. I love this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7592910446870517656?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7592910446870517656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7592910446870517656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7592910446870517656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7592910446870517656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-thief.html' title='The Book Thief'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4701469210151113832</id><published>2009-04-04T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:40:09.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sara Shepard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Little Liars'/><title type='text'>Pretty Little Liars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/YABookLog/Cover%20PRETTY%20LITTLE%20LIARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.nassaulibrary.org/YABookLog/Cover%20PRETTY%20LITTLE%20LIARS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;br /&gt;Sara Shepard&lt;br /&gt;In the summer between seventh and eighth grade, a best friend, a feared all knowing person, is gone missing, and lost without a trace. Tears are shed over Allison (the missing girl), and her family moves away from town. Years later, Aria, Hanna, Spencer, and Emily, are all living different life, separating after the "incident". But things are coming to haunt them. When the new girl, Maya, comes to town, Emily is starting to doubt all that she has known. Spencer is competing with her sister. Aria moves back from Iceland, after she left during the fall of eighth grade, and is having problems with her new english teacher. Hanna is having problems, as her boyfriend states it, "respecting herself." Things in the small town of Rosewood are going to change, and not for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel about this book. It's kind of weird and addicting at the same time. That is all I am saying. Also the dolls on the front kinda of creep me out cause they match the girl on the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4701469210151113832?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4701469210151113832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4701469210151113832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4701469210151113832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4701469210151113832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-little-liars.html' title='Pretty Little Liars'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-459215958778121163</id><published>2009-03-30T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:59:26.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob Lawrence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Away into the Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Short Story</title><content type='html'>For history, we had to write a short story about a Jacob Lawrence Picture. My group got the picture "Through the Forest". We then had to write a story based off that scene. My short story actually became a long short story, so I decided to post in on my blog. If you have time, give it a read, and tell my what you think about it. The end was a little rush due to the fact it was late, and due the next day. I hope you like it. Oh, it's about slavery because that is what we are learning about in class.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Bookman Old Style';font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: right; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;U.S. History D bloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: right; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;March 30 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Jacob Lawrence Paintings “Harriet and the Promise Land”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Through the Forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Away into the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Please, no, I just don’t feel good. I only was going to rest for a few seconds.”  I say in complete desperation. I was standing with my head down,  because I had been caught sitting in the cotton fields, taking a break from picking the cotton bolls. Farming cotton was hard and tedious work, and to add onto that, my allergies were acting up. “Now, if I let everyone just rest, Master Covington, would be out of business, because a better plantation would have better slaves working, and more to sell.” Mr. Jones says with complete venom. I blinked twice as he brought his worn leather whip over his shoulder, towards me. I stepped to the side, causing the weapon to slice my shoulder, instead of my chest. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that!” he said with an anger in his voice, that told me he was dangerous. He brought the whip down onto my back as I collapsed on the dirt ground. He brought the whip down again and again, cutting deep wounds in my back… If I could I have looked up, I would have seen him smile. Suddenly, I am overwhelmed with the feel of unmistakable shaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I open my eyes, and see a pair looking back into mind. After a few seconds, the blur of sleep leaves my vision. “Are you alright?” Harriett asks me. I lift my head a few inches and taking in my surroundings. Low ceilings, rotting wood floors and walls, and the slight dim light leaking in through cracks telling me it was early morning. I rest my head back upon my bed, which was only an old sheet folded in half. I was not in the fields, I was in the slave quarters. “I’m fine now, just a bad dream.” I reply with a wince. Any slight movement brought pain to my back. I had slept to see a bad dream, but the experience was real. Laying on my stomach, the cuts on my back were still fresh from yesterday. Harriett noticed. “Sorry to wake you honey, I couldn’t handle the scared look on your face, figured you were having a nightmare.” “I’m okay, thanks for watching over me.” Since the incident yesterday, she had been tending my wounds, trying to prevent as much as she could from getting infected. “Penelope, we have to stick together. You know that, as much as I do.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had just been bought by Master Covington when he came to Mississippi shop for slaves from his plantation in South Carolina, from Master Brown a few months ago. That day was the worst day of my life, My mama, my papa, Sarah, Delilah, and Jeremiah, my siblings, were all separated from me. Luckily enough, Harriett, another slave just a few years older than my fifteen, took me in and made me feel as at home as a slave can. Slavery is what I know, and all I know. I was born in the rotten cabin in a women’s quarter, in Mississippi. I have been working a minimum fourteen hour day since I was seven. I have been a slave all my life, but never had to bear such a flogging until now. “I know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I have good news.” Harriett whispers to me in an urgent voice. “Tonight, we’re going. A conductor from the Underground Railroad is meeting us at the abandoned house a few miles from here. You know, the one with the broken windows.” I instantly recognized it. Many of the slave sung songs referring to it. In those song, they spoke of a “drinking gourd” or the north star. In this case, the abandoned house was the “haunted house”. "Yeah. I remember.” “Are you going to be able to handle it?” she asked me as I sat up, to get my clothes on. My dress was made of old cloth, and had holes on the shoulders and near the seams. “I have too. I can’t handle any more of this.” I motioned to the open wound on my back. I lifted my dress above my head and slid it down. When the fabric presses against my cuts, my eyes instantly formed tears, but I do not let them fall. I will not let them fall. “Let’s go.” Harriett says. “Since we’re up we might as get our food and start early. Better not give them anything to be suspicious about.” As we walked over to the pig trough, I gave Harriett a good look. She was beautiful, inside and out. She was tall, graceful, and knew what to say, and when to say it. She was the person I aim to be. She had a slight bump that was her stomach. She was expecting, she had told me. I predict a baby girl, with her mother’s green eyes, but she feels like it’s was going to be a  boy. She doesn’t want her baby to be born into slavery, and will do anything to prevent it. And because Harriett is who she is, I will put my life on the line to make that happen for her, she deserves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We reach down into the trough where the overseers put the food, and pick up two piece of stale bread each, which we get every morning. I hand her my second piece, but she just curls my fingers over it. “You need it, sweetheart. We need you as strong as you can be tonight.” she whispers the last part. Since she told me about her pregnancy, I had been giving her half of my food. After all, she is eating for two. “You might want to save a bit for later too.” she adds. We walk away from the trough, and head towards the fields. We aren’t allowed to work together, so I won’t see her for several hours. We stop before we have to part ways. “ Tonight, we follow the drinking gourd, and find hope in the haunted house.” she sings to me in an angelic voice. She gives me a quick hug and turns to walk away. I wave at her back even though I know she cannot see me. I pick up my basket and start picking at the cotton bolls. I know I cannot sit in fear of a repeat of yesterday. I pick for a few hours before finally coming in hearing distance of another slave. “Tonight, we follow the drinking gourd, and find hope in the haunted house.” I sing. My voice quivers with exhaustion. Alexander, the other slave, nods at me, then smiles. I feel my cheeks heat up. Alexander was another slave my age, and I had seen him several times working in the fields, but never had we really spoken. He repeats the tune, and I hear the wonderful tone of his voice. It’s softness, almost as great as Harriett’s. I quickly flash him a smile, and continue down my aisle of cotton before Mr. Jones could accuse me of being off task. After a few more hours, and the sun is high in the sky, I hear a distinct sound of a bell, telling me it’s time for a food break. I walk back to the trough, and pick up two more piece of stale, which is this time soaked in sour milk. I eat greedily and get back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the time the sun is out of the sky, and a crescent moon is overhead, again the bell rings, to announce to end of the work day. The lump of bread in my pocket it tempting, but I know I might need it later in the night. My feet are soar with red blisters and are sensitive to the touch. I walked gingerly back to the quarters and happen to cross paths with Sophia, one of the elderly women who lived in the same quarters. “Tonight, we follow the drinking gourd, and find hope in the haunted house.” I sing to her slowly, clearly, and loud. A few years before I had arrived at the plantation, she had been caught eavesdropping on Master Covington, and was punished. They had cut off one of her ears, and poured salt onto it. It had become infected and she was nearly deaf. She looked at me in confusion, and I repeated my hymn. She then nodded at me and handed me a piece of fat. “No, it’s okay, you can keep it.” I respond to her. “You a growing girl, take it.” Sophia says with a strictness that you can only obey. I thank her and help her walk back to the quarters. I plan to give half  of the fat to Harriett, and save the other for later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We reach home and begin to prepare for the night. Harriett, comes toward my bed and whispers to me, “I will wake up when we are going. Go to sleep.” I was planning on staying awake, but knowing Harriett, she was two steps ahead of me, preparing me for the night. I was too tired to protest, knowing I needed the sleep. I undressed and lay on my stomach. Harriett, softly took off the piece of cloth, stiff with dried blood, that she had bandaged my back with. She quickly left then returned, with the same cloth slightly damped and cleaner, and retied to so it stuck to by back snugly. “Thank you.” I say with tears in my eyes, and a sob in my throat. What have I done to deserve the care and love from someone like her? I quickly blink away my tears and swallow my sob. I will never let anyone see me cry. “Goodnight.” she replies, and then she kisses my cheek before walking over to her bed on the opposite wall. I start up onto the ceiling, and let sleep come to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“It’s time.” I wake up to the voice of Harriett, and I sit up immediately. I don’t say anything but glance at Harriett, then put on my dress. I stand up and follow her. I as I walk toward the door, I see a few others getting reading for the travels ahead, but one I don’t see is Sophia. She was just sitting against the wall watching the few others prepare. “Harriett, wait one second.” I say. She looks at me then nods. I jog over to Sophia. “Aren’t you going?” I ask. She looks at me with a smile on her face. “No child. I am an old lady, and will probably die soon anyway. I just want to enjoy the rest of my days as long as I can. Don’t look sad, Penelope. I would just slow you guys down. We will see each other in the future, if not in this life, in heaven. Now, GO.” I look at her for a few seconds before giving her a tight hug, and whispering, “Goodbye,” in her ear. I back up slowly, before hurrying after Harriett through the door. We leave in pairs, stealthy through the shadows. Quickly, but silently, we duck underneath the gate, and run toward the nearest bushes, our black skin serving as camouflage. We run silently through the trees, and after a while, we see the abandoned house in view. There is a candle in the window, along with a quilt hung over the gate. We jump over the gate and quickly knock on the door three times. As it opens, I think, yes, we made it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I look around and see many others in the small room. Gregory, and older slave, stands by the unlit fireplace, Rachel, sit on her mother, Georgia’s lap. Walter, her husband paces across the room in front of them. I smile as I see Alexander, standing in the corner, with his friend, Calvin, glancing at me. I am glad that he had decided to make the journey to the North. He deserves better than slavery. I look back at the new figure that open the door for us. It was a woman, who stood proud, and determined, and she was looking at Harriett and me. “I am Harriet Tubman. I am going to help you escape to the North. I am the “conductor” of this train.” She spoke with complete confidence, and I couldn’t help but trust her. Harriett spoke next. “I name is also Harriett and this is Penelope.” she motioned towards me. “We will do whatever we can to get to the Promise Land.” She smiles a wide smile and says, “Welcome.” We sat down, and waited for the other to arrive. I prayed that all that chose to come were safe. When we had waited long enough, and some others had arrived, Harriet Tubman explained our journey. “ We will travel through the trees, every once in a while changing direction or circling back around. This will help throw anyone who follows us of guard. For protection we will pair up. One man, one woman. Any children with be added to these group.” She then paired everyone up according to age and size. I was paired up with Alexander, while Harriett was paired up with Calvin. I was frightened to be separated from Harriett, but happy to be paired up with Alexander. “I will do everything to protect you, alright? Don’t worry, we’ll be free soon enough.” he told me with assurance. He then took my hand and held it in his big, callused one. We left immediately, and kept a several yards between each pair. We walked quickly through the trees, Alexander never letting go of my hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For a few days, the same routine happened. Alexander and I would walk all night, hand in hand, following the others. During the day, we would hide in a safe house, and sleep. We would then awake, and repeat. Food was scarce, but we were used to those situations. We had a few scares with Slave Catchers. They were huge white men, with blood hounds that would go out and look for slaves. They were mean, and ruthless, with a taste for terror. Master Covington, must have found out of our escape, and had them searching for us. There were close on our trails, and we were instructed to make more difficult loops and paths to get the Catchers and their hounds confused. We still tread on, and walked on, because freedom was almost in our grasp. Alexander and I had gotten to know each other better, having spent all of our days together. He was very protective, and wouldn’t let me out of his sight. He held me, when he heard a suspicious noise, putting himself between me and danger. When I would have nightmares, he would wake me up, and then sing me back into a dreamless sleep. His when I would worry about anything, from my family, to the dangers laying ahead, or the ones following us, he would just smile, and all my worries would fade. One night, we were silent, enjoying the wilderness of the beautiful forest around us. We slowed down and were at the back of the pack. There was a stream ahead, one that others in front of us were  crossing and that we would have to. Harriet Tubman stood silently, herding everyone in the right direction.  Our skin as slaves were so dark that in the night we were almost invisible. We was as black as the night. Squirrels and owls danced on the trees above, while deer graze on the forest grasses. The tree shot straight up, green, orange, yellow leaves, hanging off their branches, into the sky, where the north star sat, leading our way to freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Bookman Old Style"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All of a sudden there was a cracking of leaves behind us. “It’s probably just a squirrel.” Alexander commented, for he had heard the noise too, but non the less, put himself between me and the sound. I screamed as saw what emerged from the darkness of the trees. A hound came bounding through, barking with an evil glint in it’s eye. Alexander looked at me and yell, “RUN!” We both sprinted through the trees, but it was enough. The large dog, bit Alexander on the leg as he hollered out in pain. Calvin, who was a few yards ahead of us turned and ran toward us to help. The vicious monster, took another bite at Alexander, attacking his chest. He screamed in agony, as his clothing turned red with blood. The hound, kept biting, cutting, piercing, killing Alexander. Calvin who had finally reach us, took out his pocket knife and attacked the dog, until he lay limp on the ground. Alexander looked at me with a weakness in his eyes, and whispered, “I loved you.” I felt tears well up in my eyes, and unlike the other times, I let them fall. I said desperately with a sob, “No, NO, your going to be fine. Your going to be free with me, and Calvin, and Harriett, and we’re going to get to the North, and your going to live a great life. Stay with me… Stay with me.” He smiled but I could see the life being pushed out of his eyes. He had lost to much blood already. I was sobbing, with all the tears that had been dammed up spilling over. I kissed him gently on the lips, and then he breathed, “Thank you.” His eyes faded closed and his chest stop rising. . I put my head on his chest, not caring whether his blood got on my clothes. By now, Harriett had reached us, and Calvin and she were watching the scene at hand, but I didn’t care. After a few minutes, Harriett, touched my shoulder. “We need to go, they will be catching up soon. Come on, honey.” I lifted my head, and glance at Alexander. I stood up, turned, and without looking back, I followed the drinking gourd. Followed it until I was safe, until I knew that Alexander would rest in peace knowing I was free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-459215958778121163?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/459215958778121163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=459215958778121163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/459215958778121163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/459215958778121163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-story.html' title='Short Story'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3299025633145025046</id><published>2009-03-21T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:10:08.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Movie</title><content type='html'>Guess what. Guess WHAT! My absolute favorite book, the HUNGER GAMES is going to be adapted to be a MOVIE! I am screaming right now, but you can't hear it. Lionsgate is going to produce the film. Tho there is no concrete info who are cast and director, it is said that Suzanne Collins has agreed to write the screenplay. I don't know when its supposed to come out, but hopefully not long.. My prediction is next year.! isn't this exciting!!!!!. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3299025633145025046?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3299025633145025046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3299025633145025046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3299025633145025046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3299025633145025046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/hunger-games-movie.html' title='The Hunger Games Movie'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1847139632443879977</id><published>2009-03-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:16:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of first</title><content type='html'>I had just came back from my first overnight soccer tournament. We won, and this is my first championship, along with my first medal. Also my first time going to John's incredible pizza experience, like a big chucky cheeses. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-1847139632443879977?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1847139632443879977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1847139632443879977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1847139632443879977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1847139632443879977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-of-first.html' title='a day of first'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-218196924506875553</id><published>2009-03-11T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:21:54.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunted'/><title type='text'>Guess What...</title><content type='html'>Guess what book I just bought? Hunted. Yep, I know you'll are jealous. Just wait till I review it. So far in the book I am in love with Heath. He's my favorite. I am currently reading Black Rabbit Summer. Yep i was reading that one, and stopped to read hunted, but i will finish it soon. don't worry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-218196924506875553?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/218196924506875553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=218196924506875553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/218196924506875553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/218196924506875553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what.html' title='Guess What...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1767507301543990075</id><published>2009-03-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:27:14.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading...</title><content type='html'>At the moment I am reading Crank. I know I know, I should have been done with it already, but I haven't. I am really busy, and am lucky that I already are halfway through the book. I have had volleyball/soccer tuesdays and thurdays, American Idol to watch, one more day of soccer a week, and add that with homework, you've got a busy as a bee schedule. Sorry. But I will update soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-1767507301543990075?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1767507301543990075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1767507301543990075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1767507301543990075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1767507301543990075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/reading.html' title='Reading...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7835518897907759845</id><published>2009-03-04T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T16:00:07.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='author interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen Hopkins'/><title type='text'>Ellen Hopkins everybody!</title><content type='html'>I have been lucky enough to be granted an interview with the splendid Ellen Hopkins. She is the author of the favorite books Crank, Impulse, Burned, Indentical, and Glass. She is a poetic and deep writer, making her work one of another world. Thank you so much Ellen Hopkins. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-width: 2px; border-left-style: solid; margin-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q&amp;amp;A with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_0" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Ellen Hopkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: What was your inspiration for Impulse, Crank, and your other books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-width: 2px; border-left-style: solid; margin-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Inspiration comes from many places. Friends, family, in the news. Readers' stories, even. With Impulse, it was because we lost two teens to suicide in one year, in the small valley where I live. With CRANK, it was a personal story (see below).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: Where do you get inspiration for your characters? Are they based off people you know, or made up entirely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;CRANK and GLASS are loosely based on my daughter's story of meth addiction. There are threads of real people in most of the other characters, too. I think all authors bring threads of real life into their writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: How do you start writing your books? Do you get an idea, and go from there, or research for the perfect topic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Ideas come to me all the time. I have more ideas than time to right them. Once I know what I want to write about, however, I research meticulously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: Are you a natural writer or have you taken classes to get to where you are today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-width: 2px; border-left-style: solid; margin-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;color:#0000ff;"&gt;Writing with passion takes a certain intuitive talent, I think. I have taken many classes to learn how to write better, but the drive is inborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: When did you begin writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-width: 2px; border-left-style: solid; margin-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;color:#0000ff;"&gt;I've been writing pretty much since I learned how. Even when I wasn't writing to make a living, I was writing something. Poetry. Short stories. Later articles and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_1" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;nonfiction books&lt;/span&gt;, all before tackling novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: When you were young you were adopted. How was did that effect you? Did that have any influence on your own adoption?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;I always felt wanted because I was adopted. Of course it stung a bit to think my biological parents didn't want me but I understood they were to young to raise me well. I suppose it influenced our decision to adopt Orion, because every child should feel wanted and loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: What are some of your favorite books and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-width: 2px; border-left-style: solid; margin-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;color:#0000ff;"&gt;I was a big &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_2"&gt;Stephen King fan&lt;/span&gt;, and especially loved his earlier work--&lt;em&gt;Thinner, Dead Zone, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_3"&gt;The Shining&lt;/span&gt;, Carrie&lt;/em&gt;. All are character-driven, which is important to me. A close second is &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_4"&gt;Ken Kesey&lt;/span&gt;, who wrote &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_5"&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and my favorite--&lt;em&gt;Sometimes a Great Notion&lt;/em&gt;. Again, character-driven, and hard-hitting. Superb books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: Many young teens are wishing to be the next &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_6"&gt;Ellen Hopkins&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_7" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt; (The Hunger Games). What advice do you have for young writers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-width: 2px; border-left-style: solid; margin-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;color:#0000ff;"&gt;To read voraciously and write from the heart. Build multi-layered characters first, and let plot flow from character. Never try to force your characters into a plotline you conceive first. That's where you'll get into trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: How were you and your books discovered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="padding-right: 0px; padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px; border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-left-width: 2px; border-left-style: solid; margin-right: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;color:#0000ff;"&gt;I sat down at a writers conference with an editor at &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1236210985_8" style="border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;Simon and Schuster&lt;/span&gt;. She was critiquing manuscripts and I showed her a picture book, which she loved. However, she didn't edit picture books and asked if I had anything else. I had five pages of &lt;em&gt;Crank&lt;/em&gt; written at the time. She liked it and asked to see it when I was finished. Two months later, I had 75 pp finished. I emailed her and asked if she'd like an exclusive first look. She said yes. Three weeks later, I had a contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Q: Why do your books tend to end in a sad tone? Do you do this for a certain reason? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;I tend to write about difficult subject matter. Rarely do these issues result in "happily ever after." I hope I leave readers feeling like I gave them honesty and at least a small sense of hope for my characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="min-height: 14px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Bookman Old Style'; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Thank you very much for this interview Ms. Hopkins. I really appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7478963538595319505-7835518897907759845?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7835518897907759845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7835518897907759845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7835518897907759845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7835518897907759845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/ellen-hopkins-everybody.html' title='Ellen Hopkins everybody!'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4888956108928944589</id><published>2009-03-02T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:58:04.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Patron Saint of Pigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren Myracle'/><title type='text'>The Patron Saint Of Pigs</title><content type='html'>The Patron Saint of Pigs&lt;div&gt;Lauren Myracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this installment of "Let It Snow", Jeb's ex girlfriend is suffering severe separation issues. She didn't mean to cheat on him with Charlie, and she definitely should have died her hair pink. Now Abbie, is trying to survive the Christmas Season, without Jeb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like the ending part of this book. It has all the characters from all three of the books meet in Starbuck's. She see's happy Stuart with Jubilee. The Duke with Tobin... This was though one of my most unfavoritest of the threesome. It was kind of slow and confusing. She makes it like that woman depend on man to live a complete life. It should seem that way though. I would give this book a B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4888956108928944589?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4888956108928944589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4888956108928944589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4888956108928944589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4888956108928944589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/patron-saint-of-pigs.html' title='The Patron Saint Of Pigs'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3486735976914107549</id><published>2009-03-02T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:19:59.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Green'/><title type='text'>A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle</title><content type='html'>Tobin, Duke (girl), and JP are in the ultimate race to get down to the Waffle House, first to see the 14 cheerleaders that are cooped up there. The catch, they have to be there first, with TWISTER, to be admitted, and their not the only ones looking for the prize, other are in it to win it, and ontop of that are feets of snow. Will they get there in time? Only reading this story as soon as you can can tell. =]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this story first off because John Green wrote it. Another factor is that it is a romance also. It was pretty good except for the fact that some of the acts were unreasonable. I mean to hike in the snow miles just to get to a waffle house, and then going back because you forgot your twister. Gracetown might be a small town, but much mischief occurs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would give this book an A- to a B+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3486735976914107549?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3486735976914107549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3486735976914107549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3486735976914107549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3486735976914107549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheertastic-christmas-miracle.html' title='A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7568792257541087967</id><published>2009-03-01T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:08:32.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jubilee Express'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maureen Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it Snow'/><title type='text'>The Jubilee Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://floatingfaraway.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/letsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 476px;" src="http://floatingfaraway.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/letsnow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jubilee Express&lt;div&gt;Maureen Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first story of the three part story "Let it Snow". I decide even though they are connected, that i would review them separately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jubilee, after her parents go to jail after being caught in a squabble, is left on christmas eve to be sent to her grandparent's house to spend christmas. Away from her boyfriend, the perfect Noah. After her train get stuck in the snow, she treks to the nearest heated building, a waffle house. She meets Stuart, and learns alot about her relationship with Noah, while staying with his family for christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this book. Stuart is such a sweet character, and Jubilee in this book has a teen epiphany about her boyfriend. Noah, isn't a mean and horrible boyfriend, he is just a little bit too not concerned with her well being, and after being through a horrible day, he still is the same, and Stuart helps her realize that. I would give this short story an A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7568792257541087967?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7568792257541087967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7568792257541087967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7568792257541087967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7568792257541087967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/jubilee-express.html' title='The Jubilee Express'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3610447726524688992</id><published>2009-03-01T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:31:19.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paradise Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Brian'/><title type='text'>Paradise Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://covers.fictiondb.com/covers/1416958843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 500px;" src="http://covers.fictiondb.com/covers/1416958843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Lost&lt;div&gt;Kate Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After solving who killed Cheyenne and who was haunting her with her death, Reed is off to St. Barths with the Billing Girls for the Christmas Break to relax at last. But Reed is a "hurricane", bringing destruction where ever she goes. And even miles away for Easton, she gets into trouble. Trouble In Paradise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this book, though the end is just like the previous book. Upton, the "single hottest male specimen to walk this earth", is a main character in this book, and is new. He is British, and all the girl covet him. Seriously, what do you think the 'Upton Games" are about. I think he's pretty cool for a playa. This is a good book, not the best I've read, not the best of the series, but definitely gets some props from me. I'd give it an A in the PaperMovieReportCard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to comment on the cover, I don't really like it. In the book they supposedly dress like super models all the time, but in this cover I just think that the are looking like dopes. Who wears all green? Also, why do all the models look older that 16 - 18 year olds? If your going to get models to promote the book, try to get models that match some of the characters in the book. The ones in the background aren't as bad, but the first one, eesh.... She looks mad and evil...... Like Medusa without the purple and snakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3610447726524688992?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3610447726524688992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3610447726524688992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3610447726524688992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3610447726524688992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/03/paradise-lost.html' title='Paradise Lost'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2622589350603818410</id><published>2009-02-28T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:54:33.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cycler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren McLaughlin'/><title type='text'>Cycler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.craphound.com/images/cyclercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 415px;" src="http://www.craphound.com/images/cyclercover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycler &lt;div&gt;By Lauren McLaughlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you do if you were forced to change sexes for 4 days every month? Jill has a disease that no one has heard of. Instead of having her period, she changes into "Jack", a man. She has been like this since she was fourteen. Her excuse is that she needs blood transfusions every few weeks. So when her "inner man" starts getting bored and escapes the jail of his/her room, and visits her best friend Ramie, who he's in love with, he makes life difficult for Jill. All she wants to do is go to the prom with Tommy Knutson, and Jack is interfering with her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very weird but interesting book. It's the first book that I have read about a sex changing woman. Mix that up with high school life, crazy parents, you've got CYCLER. This book isn't too bad, but is really kind of weird. How this idea came up, I don't know, but this is ...wow.... interesting. The plot would be kind of lame without the he/she problem. I would give this book a B, for keeping me interested, but scaring me off at the same time. Better than some books though... (Generation Dead).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-2622589350603818410?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2622589350603818410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2622589350603818410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2622589350603818410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2622589350603818410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/cycler.html' title='Cycler'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-6542698488291346244</id><published>2009-02-28T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:24:04.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>So i have just been shopping. I went to Borders and a five dollar or less bookstore. Here are the newbies. &lt;div&gt;Cycler by Lauren McLaughlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M and F? by Lisa Papademetriou and Chris Tebbetts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catalyst by Laurie Halse Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Summer by Sarah Dessen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Was A Non Blonde Cheerleader by Kieran Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paradise Lost by Kate Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeps by Scott Westerfeld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for Alaska by John Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan to read these along with other that have yet to be opened. Even though I has a disorder of buying too many books, give me recommendations, and you can consider them read. After all, my readers come first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you have read any of these, tell me how you feel about them, I would love to know. Although I have already read Looking for Alaska (I know own two copies - plan to give away as gift, don't worry) and Peeps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please forgive me for lying, I am putting Crank on hold, and reading Cycler and Paradise Lost. I will read Crank, do not fear, these are just shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-6542698488291346244?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6542698488291346244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=6542698488291346244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6542698488291346244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6542698488291346244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-5869665450312385293</id><published>2009-02-27T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:52:03.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impulse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen Hopkins'/><title type='text'>Impulse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a3.vox.com/6a00d41427aa826a4700cd971c09134cd5-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 500px;" src="http://a3.vox.com/6a00d41427aa826a4700cd971c09134cd5-500pi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impulse&lt;div&gt;Ellen Hopkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vanessa, tried to cut herself to death. Tony, tried to overdose himself to death. Conner, tried to shoot himself to death. All have different stories. All have one thing in common. They all failed in their attempts of suicide, and all ended up in a rehab center. In their strict new way of life, they work through therapy, hurtful family relations, and friendships, to get out of rehab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a kind of depressing book. Teenagers trying to off themself, already living painful lives. It is a good book, but since this is the first book that I have read, I am going to give Hopkin's the benefit of the doubt, and I am starting to read Crank, another one of her poetic books. Another interesting aspect of her books, are that they are written poetically. She makes it hard, yet different to read. I would give this book a B though some would disagree with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-5869665450312385293?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5869665450312385293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=5869665450312385293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5869665450312385293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5869665450312385293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/impulse.html' title='Impulse'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-6676358202537762527</id><published>2009-02-25T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:35:42.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nic Sheff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweak'/><title type='text'>Tweak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://somechicksblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/tweak-book-nic-scheff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://somechicksblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/tweak-book-nic-scheff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweak&lt;div&gt;Nic Sheff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born from a broken family, he has two fathers, two mothers, and two siblings. Having a good life is something he wasn't far from. But then he started drugs. Always wanting the best for his brother and sister, he was always there for them, until the drugs. He was good in school, until drugs. He had a good life, until drugs. In his autobiography, he describes his live in and out of rehab. His life with Zelda, a woman with a boyfriend, and almost twice his age. His short lived, only physical relationship with another. His nothing but supportive friend Spencer, and his family. He has done everything to be done. Meth, Heroin, Speed, Crack, Mushrooms, you name it. In this book you follow his journey from taking drugs, to being clean, to selling drugs, to being clean, to doing drugs......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a hard book to read. Not in the sense that it is literary difficult, but to have to comprehend that someone has gone through this. If you are curious about drugs and it's effects, this is the book to read, before you go out and try these substances. You can see the side affects and the addiction and the problems that come with drugs. I like this book alot. I can see that it took a lot of effort and strength to describe and share his experience to the world. If he doesn't know this, but he probably save many lives, just scaring kids away from the wrong lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-6676358202537762527?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6676358202537762527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=6676358202537762527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6676358202537762527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6676358202537762527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/tweak.html' title='Tweak'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3873004924829599651</id><published>2009-02-25T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:23:41.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Clique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisi Harrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.S. I Loathe You'/><title type='text'>P.S. I Loathe You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U30KGODu2Ig/SK9dBpaQ5EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nRKAIEP9Pxc/s320/P.S.+I+Loathe+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U30KGODu2Ig/SK9dBpaQ5EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nRKAIEP9Pxc/s320/P.S.+I+Loathe+You.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I Loathe You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisi Harrision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In this addition to the Clique series, the girls, Claire, Massie, Dylan, Alicia, and Kristen, are back and ready with the boyfast officially terminated. With Claire back with Cam, and Alicia together forever with Josh, all seems good right? Wrong, Dylan whose was a C-minus (crushless) becomes a C-plus, to taken, things get complicated. Kristen is torn between The Pretty Committee, The Witty Committee, and being herself, and when her two best friends use her to get the same guy, she has to choose, beauty or the nerd?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this book is one of those series that are good when you start it, and then start get boring when you read on forever, but since your loyal, you read every new book anyway. So when this book came out, I wasn't expecting much, since the Summer series had me bored. Well i predicted true, and it was just ..... a book. In this one, Massie is a mean friend, Alicia is Alicia, Claire is caught up in Cam, Dylan is being sneaky, and Kristen is being torn. I am going to read the next book, because, i am an addicted reader, and don't give up(except for the A-List, that was a goner). I would give it a C , but if you are a Clique fanatic, you should still read it, since it didn't blow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3873004924829599651?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3873004924829599651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3873004924829599651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3873004924829599651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3873004924829599651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/ps-i-loathe-you.html' title='P.S. I Loathe You'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U30KGODu2Ig/SK9dBpaQ5EI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nRKAIEP9Pxc/s72-c/P.S.+I+Loathe+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2395068218923873533</id><published>2009-02-25T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:26:06.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new releases'/><title type='text'>New Releases</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays are great. You know why they're so great. Well let me explain. Not only does American Idol come on on Tuesday, but it is New Release day at bookstores. Here are some new libros out.&lt;div&gt;Paradise Lost by Kate Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I Loathe You by Lisi Harrison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Envy by Godbersen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fade by Lisa McMann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in two weeks, Hunted by the Cast come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you go, the magic of tuesdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-2395068218923873533?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2395068218923873533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2395068218923873533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2395068218923873533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2395068218923873533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-releases.html' title='New Releases'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4364683970531730759</id><published>2009-02-20T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:08:11.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa McMann'/><title type='text'>Wake/Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n56/n282974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 474px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n56/n282974.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thefirstbook.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/wake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://thefirstbook.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/wake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake and Fade&lt;div&gt;by Lisa McMann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these books. I don't love the fact that they are really short, but i like the facts that they are so interesting. Fade follows wake. In both Janie, can see people's dreams, only with many side affects. Cabel, is a fellow high schooler who just happens to be worried about her. I would tell you more, but that would ruin the story, and i wouldn't do that to you, my faithful readers, only my best friends. But, no, i can't even do that. they put me on a "are you done with (enter book name here)" only restriction. This means i cannot talk about the book they are reading until they finish it, because i have a tendency to say, "have you gotten to the part where...." and they haven't, so i have been punished. Way off subject, tho i thought you should know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4364683970531730759?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4364683970531730759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4364683970531730759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4364683970531730759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4364683970531730759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/wakefade.html' title='Wake/Fade'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2508930055290198564</id><published>2009-02-19T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:44:48.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>AHhh...</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a soccer practice! I know, it's just soccer, but it been like a month and it feels so good to be back again. Just wanted to let you know. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-2508930055290198564?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2508930055290198564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2508930055290198564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2508930055290198564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2508930055290198564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhh.html' title='AHhh...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-9130505790641499198</id><published>2009-02-15T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:41:12.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Craft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bass Ackwards and Belly Up'/><title type='text'>Bass Ackwards and Belly Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDulGEW9OwE/SV5_OUwL92I/AAAAAAAAABQ/OjXObFVPDXY/s400/41OcffvOQCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDulGEW9OwE/SV5_OUwL92I/AAAAAAAAABQ/OjXObFVPDXY/s400/41OcffvOQCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Craft&lt;div&gt;This is a sweet book. Out of all the characters, Harper, Becca, Sophie, and Kate, Becca is my favorite with Sophie behind as a close second. I also hate TREY and love Sam and Stuart. You'll get it soon enough if you read the book. I don't care for Magnus and Adam. Tho i love the name adam. (in third grade, i was named Adam in the yearbook, tho i didn't have an adam in my family at all?) There is a second book, and i have yet to read it, so look for that one soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when Harper lies to her friends and tells them that she decides to not go to NYU when she doesn't get accepted, and how she's going after her dreams to write the next Great American Novel, two of her other friends decide to take off college, she feel guilty, but still cannot tell the truth. Sophie, goes to LA to make a living as a actor, and Kate goes backpacking to find her dream. All the while Becca keeps her plans and goes to college, but breaks her own rules, when a Football player shows interest in her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-9130505790641499198?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9130505790641499198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=9130505790641499198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9130505790641499198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9130505790641499198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/bass-ackwards-and-belly-up.html' title='Bass Ackwards and Belly Up'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tDulGEW9OwE/SV5_OUwL92I/AAAAAAAAABQ/OjXObFVPDXY/s72-c/41OcffvOQCL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-782630392111169538</id><published>2009-02-12T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:49:58.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy bee...</title><content type='html'>Sorry i haven't updated in a while, i just have been so busy. I just barely have time to write this note let alone read or review. Sorry. I will get  back on schedule as soon as i can. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-782630392111169538?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/782630392111169538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=782630392111169538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/782630392111169538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/782630392111169538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-bee.html' title='A busy bee...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3614677903568190323</id><published>2009-02-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:46:14.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperchampions'/><title type='text'>New Uber Blog...</title><content type='html'>Me and GracenotGracie have teamed up to create an uber blog! Called PaperChampions, it is random and fun and you should check it out! Just go to &lt;a href="http://paperchampionsunite.blogspot.com"&gt;www.paperchampionsunite.blogspot.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-3614677903568190323?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3614677903568190323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3614677903568190323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3614677903568190323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3614677903568190323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-uber-blog.html' title='New Uber Blog...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-13934833144528757</id><published>2009-02-01T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:49:52.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freshman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Peaches'/><title type='text'>Reviews to come...</title><content type='html'>So, this weekend, i finished Freshman and Love and Peaches. Well you wonder why i haven't reviewed? Well, i have been busy, but don't worry, i will review them this week as soon as get the chance. asagtc. nah that does work as well as asap. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-13934833144528757?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/13934833144528757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=13934833144528757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/13934833144528757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/13934833144528757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/reviews-to-come.html' title='Reviews to come...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-9126093510407790379</id><published>2009-02-01T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:46:25.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February'/><title type='text'>February...</title><content type='html'>In celebration of the new and hopefully more successful month, I have decided to change my font. I don't know if it will show, but i wanted to tell you that it's different even though it may not appear to be. With a new month come, new book releases, new holidays (valentine's day), and new plans. Let hope that things go well in February and that things improve 10x from next month. Happy February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-9126093510407790379?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9126093510407790379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=9126093510407790379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9126093510407790379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9126093510407790379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/02/february.html' title='February...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4839150691223448801</id><published>2009-01-29T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:11:18.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>Luck has to run out...</title><content type='html'>This is horrible. So our soccer team has been abandoned. Our coach has left us.  Yes, i am grieving, yes i don't know what i am going to do without a coach. I don't want to stop playing club, but i just can't see myself playing with my friends team. I also don't want to go to a different club, but i just may have too. I just tried so hard to get onto this team, i just don't know what it will take to get onto another team. I just can't believe it. Wow. My luck ran out already, wow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4839150691223448801?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4839150691223448801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4839150691223448801&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4839150691223448801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4839150691223448801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/luck-has-to-run-out.html' title='Luck has to run out...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-360161860502102545</id><published>2009-01-28T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:03:57.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luck'/><title type='text'>One Lucky Day...</title><content type='html'>So today is like my luckiest one of the year. first i totally forgot to attach a brochure to the back of a career report, but my homeroom teacher let me print one out on her computer. She is my favorite person right now. Also you know the lewis and clark project that i was working on the night before and the morning of? well i aced it, extra credit and all. It was great, tho we have to change seats in all our classes and maybe even switch classes on monday( we don't have school for the rest of the week. semester break) and i am hoping my luck stays with me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-360161860502102545?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/360161860502102545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=360161860502102545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/360161860502102545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/360161860502102545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-lucky-day.html' title='One Lucky Day...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2493930271527166518</id><published>2009-01-27T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:23:39.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Don&apos;t Know Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Klass'/><title type='text'>You Don't Know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/sagan1/davidklass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i3/sagan1/davidklass.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You Don't Know Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;David Klass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This book is kind of annoying in the beginning. For example "the kitchen that is not a kitchen" or "the school that is not a school". But It is a good book.  A friend who said this book recommended it to me and let me borrow her copy. Tho unsure at first it captures you, and makes you want to finished it. It is small book and is a fast read. It is about a high school student who thinks that no one know the true him. His is abused by his mother's boyfriend who lives in the same house. He friend but not friend gets in trouble and they both like the same girl, one who his nickname for her is Glory Hallelujah. It is a book that lasts the period of a short time, like a few weeks. The guy, John, is a kind of funny guy who lives inside is own mind. It is a short and interesting novel. I tried to get a large picture so you can read the cover. it is just an excerpt from the story. &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/7478963538595319505-2493930271527166518?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2493930271527166518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2493930271527166518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2493930271527166518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2493930271527166518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-dont-know-me.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know Me'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7823735258575309582</id><published>2009-01-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:25:44.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Lullaby'/><title type='text'>This Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n32/n164668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n32/n164668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This Lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay so I love this book. Not like The Hunger Games LOVE, but like it makes me laugh LOVE. So Remy, she always has this pattern with guys, she goes out with them, and right before it get serious, she dumps them, so as not to get attached. And she does not date musicians. On the other hand, Dexter (i love him), is a musician, and the first time he talks to remy is to declare that they were meant for each other and that the song that was playing was their song. Remy thinks he's a freak and the freak keeps on bumping into her until things happen. I absolutely love the character of Dexter. He is such a dork, kid, and is so funny. He is the lead singer of their band, Truth Squad and they hate spinnerbait. HATE SPINNERBAIT. (read the book and you'll get it). The whole story is really cute and isn't as deep and scar-ful as Dessen's other books. One of my faves and when i talk about my faves, I mean out of Dessen Books and all books, but mainly out of Dessen Books. And for all you guys out there, it is a girl book. Just making sure, because you know,  sometimes there is that one guy.... JK&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/7478963538595319505-7823735258575309582?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7823735258575309582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7823735258575309582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7823735258575309582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7823735258575309582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-lullaby.html' title='This Lullaby'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7538030853660529216</id><published>2009-01-26T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:23:00.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perry Moore'/><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popsucker.net/images/popsucker/herocover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 437px;" src="http://www.popsucker.net/images/popsucker/herocover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perry Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay soo....... This is a weird book. I am just going to cut straight to the point. It is about a gay superhero. I know, weird combination huh? Well, Thom, the main character, is the product of ex invisibility superhero mom and ex no power but good enough dad. His mom left years ago and he had just been cut from the basketball team due to his "state".  He then tries out for the "League" and is assigned to a group of other superheroes for training. I thought this book was kind of weird, but it was okay. Yeah. I'm done.&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/7478963538595319505-7538030853660529216?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7538030853660529216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7538030853660529216&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7538030853660529216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7538030853660529216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7819578164359831334</id><published>2009-01-26T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:15:10.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perry Moore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Lullaby'/><title type='text'>MeMe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have been tagged to do a MeMe by Grace so here is mine. It's where you take your name and a set verb and search it on google and then follow it up with the first thing that pops up. Yeah, it makes no sense, but you'll get it. Here's the format...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And here are my answers (don't laugh at my name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan needs to scope up a cosmetic contract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan looks like she she belongs to the pages of seventeen magazine and teen vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan says what (s)he always wanted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan wants Holland's secret formula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan does not have any contacts at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan hates corporate taxation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan asks to investigate a haunted abbey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan likes the designer who wants to be anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan eats friend chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan wears Anya Hindmarch to the Vogue Celebration of Fashion Dinner in London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan was arrested for a kidnapped weapons designer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jourdan loves his(her) dreadlocks, but doesn't really like when (s)he gets tackled by them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okay so what was up with the whole fashion theme? I not like a fashion disaster, but i am also not a fashion model. Actually, if you google my full name, I come up as the first two entries, one for Chivas Club soccer team, and the other one for the 5K i ran called the Gator run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;And for books, I have just finished Hero, by Perry Moore and this Lullaby by Sarah Dessen and am currently working on a book that right now i cannot remember the name of... but when i have a good amount of time to work on them i will review. This is the last week of the semester and we are being bombarded with homework so i have to focus on that cause my grades have been failing( i still have an a... just a lower a). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last day of the semester is one wednesday, so expect a post by then and then I have all of 4 days to read. I seriously have a problem. I bought 8 books when i still have to read like ten. I am behind. Also thanks to GraceNotGracie for tagging me. &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/7478963538595319505-7819578164359831334?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7819578164359831334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7819578164359831334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7819578164359831334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7819578164359831334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/meme.html' title='MeMe...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-8216103062851251452</id><published>2009-01-24T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:58:37.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impulse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the book thief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweak'/><title type='text'>Borders is where the heart is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I bought nine new books yesterday. Yeah, i know, also i have to make some review tho i have a busy weekend. I also have like 15 books to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here are some i just bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;impulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tweak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the book thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and many more....&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/7478963538595319505-8216103062851251452?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/8216103062851251452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=8216103062851251452&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8216103062851251452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/8216103062851251452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/borders-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Borders is where the heart is...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-6837342628317507751</id><published>2009-01-22T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:08:31.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>Homework...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I should be doing my homework right now but i have successfully procrastinated a hundred point assignment to the last day... I know i know i should be working on it right now, but i am having a mind blockage, and when i have a mind blockage, i need a distraction, so aren't you guys lucky? I shouldn't have gone to soccer practice today but i promised my teammate (whose name i shall not release) Breaking Dawn and i didn't like not following through. But i realized something. when i play soccer i don't stress out. Well yeah, i stress out, but only about screwing up in front of PEPE (The soccer master) or my coach. But i didn't worry about my history project like i am now. Ugh, i just want to sleep, seriously, i need to prioritize. I also have to finish my english project about a children story we have to write and that is due monday. but this weekend is my best friend birthday party and she invited around 60 people, and i am sleeping over and i don't know how i am going to fit in that to my schedule, i will probably do it tomorrow, so i don't have to worry about it on the weekend weekend. I have decided for high school that i am done with P.E. I know this isn't book related, but i need to tell someone. I am going to try out for the soccer team and the volleyball team and my last resort is cross country. ugh. I really want to make the soccer team, but i heard it is really hard to. I also heard that next year that the volleyball coach is looking for tall players and i am not that short. 14 years old, 5'6" not too bad. Well i am tall compared to many of my fellow eighth graders at my school. Also i do have some volleyball experience, i made the 6 and 7th grade teams even tho then i had no experience. I plan to try out for it again this year as long as the practices aren't on tuesday and thursdays because those are my days for soccer. I love volleyball and all, but i don't pay a arm and a half of a leg to play for the middle school team. Okay, i should stop procrastinating and get it over with it. Wish me luck, and send telepathic signals to my History teacher to give me an A. Lewis and Clark. You gotta hate them. well at least for this moment in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-6837342628317507751?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6837342628317507751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=6837342628317507751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6837342628317507751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6837342628317507751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/homework.html' title='Homework...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3803972075019484615</id><published>2009-01-21T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:03:54.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meg Cabot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jinx'/><title type='text'>Jinx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bookdweeb.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/n221609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 479px;" src="http://bookdweeb.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/n221609.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jinx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, just to start off at, Meg Cabot has written some of my favorite books. For example, the Mediator series.. loved it. Too bad it ended. So when i read Jinx, i expect it to be good. Well, it was okay. It could have been better, if i say so myself. It is one of those books that take a while to start but once you do, you want to see what happens. It is a light book, and that might be part of my decision of my "okay" vote. it is kind of absurd in part due to Tory aka Torrence. So okay so here's what it is about. Jean aka Jinx, has been a bad luck magnet all her life, but there is a reason for that... but i won't tell you because that would ruin the story. SO when she moves to NY to get away for a while, and goes to live with her uncle and aunt, there is this whole cousinly rivalry. I have a feeling that meg cabot wanted to have the effect where she leaves you with a bunch of questions and answers them at the end, and she did that... but not very well in my opinion. So it is an okay book but again, i have read way better. This is an easy read. &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/7478963538595319505-3803972075019484615?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3803972075019484615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3803972075019484615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3803972075019484615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3803972075019484615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/jinx.html' title='Jinx'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-6302387655175442674</id><published>2009-01-19T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:13:10.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Meets Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jinx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Lullaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McMann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meg Cabot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Identical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Brian'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So i went to Borders (am i allowed to talk about them on the internet?) and bought a book called Wake. I also received the book Identical from my friend for my birthday. THANKS ANDIE BEAST (inside joke, read Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson (forgot to write about that one, will later) to figure it out(but when you do, andie isn't like andy)(just a funny coincidence)). I went to the library and got Lucky T and Boy Meets Girl, which i wrote about. Also Code Orange, This Lullaby, a Dessen book, Hero, and Jinx, another Cabot book. so i have alot of reading to catch up on. I have been known to buy books faster than i can read them, but that is okay with me. Have any suggestions to what books i should read. Give me a book, i'll be sure to read it asap. And don't worry it will be a while before i run out of books. (i always have that nightmare, that i'll read all the good books and they won't get any more for a while. NIGHTMARE). Hey tell me about all your book induced nightmares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-6302387655175442674?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6302387655175442674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=6302387655175442674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6302387655175442674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6302387655175442674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-658743123914244163</id><published>2009-01-19T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:02:37.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meg Cabot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Meets Girl'/><title type='text'>Boy Meets Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.selexyzdownloads.nl/data/producten/mobipocket/BoyMeetsGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.selexyzdownloads.nl/data/producten/mobipocket/BoyMeetsGirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Boy Meets Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, so an upgrade to what I have been reading lately. You might not pick this one up because it is written through emails, instant messages, letters, journal entries... anything but a straight forward story, but it makes you think and figure things out. Don't get me wrong, i don't favor these kinds of books that often, but it is nice to switch it up once in a blue moon. So this girl, Kate, she just dumped her boyfriend of ten years cause he won't commit and wants to take everything one day at a time. Living on her best friend couch trying to find a cheap studio in NY. Has to fire the nice pie lady in her building because she refused to give pie to some customers because "they know why". Enter Mitch, stereotyped by Kate because he's lawyer and brother of the evil Stuart. He's having problems with his family and his brother (Stuart) 's fiance' because she's evil. When Mitch and Kate meet it's instant chemistry, though, their situations are complicating things, like the ex and distressed little sis who keep on popping up at the worst moments. Read. &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/7478963538595319505-658743123914244163?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/658743123914244163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=658743123914244163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/658743123914244163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/658743123914244163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-meets-girl.html' title='Boy Meets Girl'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-6712151690701542070</id><published>2009-01-19T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:15:32.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pet Peeve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay so you know when you read books, the characters sometimes have conversations on the phone? Well i hate when one character (lets say Peeta) calls another character (Katniss)(characters from my favorite book). Well so Peeta calls katniss but he's the first one to say hello. Okay i know usually when someone calls me that i am the first one to say hello or something, but i guess that's not how it works in books and all the character are magically psychic and know when to say hello before the other can, or they are so retarded they keep on saying hello every 2 milliseconds and when the other person says it back, they are good to go. This is definitely not a diss to Katniss and Peeta cause i love katniss and peeta even more. just used them in the example. I promise if i ever write a book i will not do that. As a promise to myself and to you, my loyal.... 4 viewers. Thanks by the way for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-6712151690701542070?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/6712151690701542070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=6712151690701542070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6712151690701542070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/6712151690701542070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/pet-peeve.html' title='A Pet Peeve...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-5981697326666660654</id><published>2009-01-18T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:45:28.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky T'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Brian'/><title type='text'>Lucky T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n32/n164119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n32/n164119.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14330000/14331519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 278px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14330000/14331519.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lucky T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kate Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay another filler. Okay first of all what kind of sane person would run all the way India from San Francisco to find a tee shirt? And even though the guy Dee (i know weird nickname for a guy) sound like a nice enough person, he seem a little to bipolar for my liking. I also think that the beginning is a little too short and vague to explain the degree of luckiness she has. Okay so somewhat lame story. Kate Brian, if your reading this... umm... stick with your private, last christmas, and privilege kind of stories because compared to those, your other books are kind of substandard. And so far i have read the Princess and the Pauper and same result of opinion. Sorry. Read if you have to or are really don't care and have a mission to read all the books in the world (oh that's me). &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/7478963538595319505-5981697326666660654?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/5981697326666660654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=5981697326666660654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5981697326666660654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/5981697326666660654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucky-t.html' title='Lucky T'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-271904996767583331</id><published>2009-01-17T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:55:52.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When It Happens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susane Colasanti'/><title type='text'>When It Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n54/n271638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 473px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n54/n271638.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When It Happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Susane Colasanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is an okay book. Enter Sara, looking for the perfect guy, and things she found him in Dave. Center stage Tobey, whose two main goals are to win Battles of the Bands and win Sara over. Both looking for the "real thing". I like this book mostly cause i like most books, except boring school books and stories. It keeps my attention, but is very predictable. The one thing i like about this story is that when you predict the ending you think it would stop there but it doesn't and goes on to tell a couple more chapters past the predicted ending. I like how you know both sides of the story the way the author switches from both character every other chapter. This is Susane's first book and I have read the second one called Take Me There. if you like this book, you'll like that one, because it has the same idea but different topic. It is split chapters but into three character. Will review later. &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/7478963538595319505-271904996767583331?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/271904996767583331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=271904996767583331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/271904996767583331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/271904996767583331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-it-happens.html' title='When It Happens'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-4331156820835845178</id><published>2009-01-15T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:41:43.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is the season of american idol. I know, i know, that isn't a book! Well, american idol is too crazy important to me to let this event go unwritten about. So far my favorites are MICHAEL CASTRO, Jason Castro, from last season, little brother, and Arianna (i don't know her last name), the 16 year old bluesy singer. The Bikini Girl, she sucked but noooo just because she has a bikini on she the best, ever better than Kara (NOT). Speaking of Kara D. I was nervous about her and was angry that they were adding another judge onto the panel, but now i have realized that she is a good addition to the judging panel. Well I have to go to bed now, but i will update about books and american idol on a later date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-4331156820835845178?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/4331156820835845178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=4331156820835845178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4331156820835845178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/4331156820835845178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2730166739895400809</id><published>2009-01-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:52:27.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Brian'/><title type='text'>Last Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n53/n266175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n53/n266175.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kate Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I know, i have been review Kate Brian an awful lot and the Private series, but it just when i start it i can't stop. Oh well. This is the pre-sequel/sequel i don't know of the Private series. I recommend you at least read through book 4 (confessions) before you even touch this book. It is what happened the christmas before Reed came to school. Can you even imagine? well you don't have to, just read on and you'll be on your way. &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/7478963538595319505-2730166739895400809?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2730166739895400809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2730166739895400809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2730166739895400809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2730166739895400809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-christmas.html' title='Last Christmas'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-3958059017728743954</id><published>2009-01-11T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:44:04.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paradise Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revelation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner Circle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untouchable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Invitation Only'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Brian'/><title type='text'>Private Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n32/n164122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 474px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n32/n164122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Private Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kate Brian&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, so you know how i did a post on Privilege? Well this is the series it is based off. It is about a young student Reed Brennan, who has a broken family, but earns a scholarship to the prestigious Easton Academy in Easton, Connecticut. It is a boarding school, so all kinds of things happen. She is just happy to be out of the dumphole she used to call home. I would tell you more but that would ruin the story, and even though all my friend know me as one to ruin stories for them (guilty, i just have to tell someone about what i read!), i wouldn't do that to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are the books in the series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Private&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Invitation Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Untouchable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confessions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inner Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ambition&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Revelation (funny 'cause another book i wanted to buy the same month was called Revelations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paradise Lost ~ coming out in Febuary '09 ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since there are so many books out that it would take too much space on this post I will give you the link to Kate Brian's website so you can check out the book covers. Also if you have already read this series, and are waiting restlessly for the next book, because we all know that that last one was a bombshell, they have the first chapter on the site!!! Also i forbid you from clicking anything beside "the series" and "downloads", cause it will ruin the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://privatenovels.com/"&gt;www.privatenovels.com&lt;/a&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/7478963538595319505-3958059017728743954?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/3958059017728743954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=3958059017728743954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3958059017728743954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/3958059017728743954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/private-series.html' title='Private Series'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-491319757887461370</id><published>2009-01-11T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:14:31.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Privilege'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Brian'/><title type='text'>Privilege</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n53/n266174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 473px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n53/n266174.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Privilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kate Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This book is very interesting, but only if you know the whole story. If you haven't read the Private series, by Kate Brian, you would be lost in oblivion. This is based off that series, so if you want to read this book, you have to read at least the first 4 books of Private and Last Christmas, a Private sequel. So I suggest that you just go ahead and read the whole Private series, and Last Christmas, before you start that one. I have a question, i know you all are wanting to know what Private is about, well should i review that series, one book at a time, or as one post? Let me know, leave me a comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So again this post is going to be vague so I don't ruin anything for you. Actually, I can't tell you about this one at all or it will ruin most of the Private series, and i know you want to go to your local bookstore and just read the back of Privilege just to see what it is all about, but don't. Walk away and pick up Private and pat yourself on your back knowing you did one good deed today. I know, I know, i am leaving you hanging, but it's for your own good. Just follow my instructions, and keep the earth spinning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-491319757887461370?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/491319757887461370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=491319757887461370&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/491319757887461370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/491319757887461370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/privilege.html' title='Privilege'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-2144399501379929148</id><published>2009-01-10T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:24:37.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Generation Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Waters'/><title type='text'>Generation Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://persephonereads.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/generation_dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://persephonereads.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/generation_dead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Generation Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By Daniel Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This book has an interesting topic, but doesn't actually fulfill my interest. In this book, dead teenagers are coming back to life but they don't need to breathe, or eat and don't sweat or talk with full control. When a goth girl, Pheobe, falls for a dead kid, everything at the high school they attend changes. It is interesting, but i would wait for it to go to soft copy because it isn't worth eighteen dollars, no offense. &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/7478963538595319505-2144399501379929148?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/2144399501379929148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=2144399501379929148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2144399501379929148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/2144399501379929148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/generation-dead.html' title='Generation Dead'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-1521371510671361845</id><published>2009-01-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:31:36.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading in Progress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am reading Privileged. By Kate Brian. If you want to read this one, you probably should read the Private series before. It is based on that series and goes off one of their most infamous characters, don't worry i'll write about those ones later. This weekend i have a soccer tournament so i won't be able to review another book but hopefully i'll be able to get back on track on monday or maybe even sunday, you never know. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks to my best friend for taking me to the movies to see Bride Wars, and i had fun with everyone else that came. Also thank you to her parents for treating me to dinner. Do you know Bride Wars is a quite the funny movie, but there is a part in the advertisement trailer that shows a bedazzled dress and that doesn't occur in the movie. &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/7478963538595319505-1521371510671361845?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/1521371510671361845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=1521371510671361845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1521371510671361845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/1521371510671361845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/reading-in-progress.html' title='Reading in Progress...'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-9182687224281981426</id><published>2009-01-08T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:13:44.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artichoke&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne Supplee'/><title type='text'>Artichoke's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n54/n271037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n54/n271037.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artichoke's Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suzanne Supplee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, I know, what is up with me and Suzannes as authors? Well i don't know, it's a coincident? Anyway, This is a really sweet book. The main character, Rosemary Goode has fought the fight that fight most American's today. Obesity. She's tired of her relatives bagging on her to loose weight and tired of being teased by the Bluebirds (if you read the book, you'll find out what i am talking about). Having not enough friends (none) and too much food, her life begins to turn around. It is a sweet book and really easy to read, you'll find yourself smiling at and pushing Rosie on. &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/7478963538595319505-9182687224281981426?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/9182687224281981426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=9182687224281981426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9182687224281981426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/9182687224281981426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/artichokes-heart.html' title='Artichoke&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-722111439953988755</id><published>2009-01-07T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:13:15.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne Collins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n52/n264698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n52/n264698.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is one of my absolute favorite book. It has suspense, romance, and everything that makes a story a great one. It was capturing from the start. Placed in the future, what used to be the U.S. is run by a dictatorship. After a rebellion occurs, the "Capitol" created a way to make sure that it doesn't happen again. Once a year, they have the annual Hunger Games where a boy and a girl from each district (12) between the ages of 12 and 18 gets pick to participate in a reality television show where they fight to the death. I would spend a thousand pages describing the story, but that would ruin the story for you. And you need to read the book. I could spend thousand of pages of telling you how much i love this book, but i am too lazy to do that. So i have two words for you. READ IT. NOW. Okay that was three but who cares. Out of five stars, i give it ten. &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/7478963538595319505-722111439953988755?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/722111439953988755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=722111439953988755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/722111439953988755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/722111439953988755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/hunger-games.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7478963538595319505.post-7177579616458895633</id><published>2009-01-07T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:36:48.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just started this blog today. I plan to write how i feel about book i read. Confide to my blog to get opinions about books to read. Not to boast, but i usually pick good books to read. Also you might be wondering about my blog name. Well when i read books, i imagine them in my mind, the characters, the settings, the plot. It plays out in my head just .. like.. a .. movie. Makes sense now? Also this is my new project to educate the world that there are books to read and many of them that are worth reading. So this is my blog, and i hope you enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7478963538595319505-7177579616458895633?l=thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/feeds/7177579616458895633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7478963538595319505&amp;postID=7177579616458895633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7177579616458895633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7478963538595319505/posts/default/7177579616458895633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepapermovieproject.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>JorDor19</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18086450186071161694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8jYU9Z99YXY/TroE8LVKMfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SLOKi92l5wM/s220/Untitled%2B2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
