tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90889177808947419412024-03-28T08:00:03.315+05:30Catherine's Book CafeCatherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.comBlogger327125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-49935112227826891102024-01-31T21:31:00.001+05:302024-01-31T21:31:00.138+05:30Book Blitz: In the Shadow of a Dream<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0 auto 15px;">
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<p><strong>In the Shadow of a Dream</strong><br><strong>Maci Aurora</strong><br>(Fareview Fairytales, #3)<br>Publication date: January 30th 2024<br>Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance</p><blockquote><p>With the promise of finally learning her mother’s secrets, Brinna Fareview and her family gather together. Only somewhere between the truth and lies, Brinna wakes to find she’s trapped in a space in between the world awake and the nightmares of her family. All of them are asleep. Learning she has the ability to move from dream to dream, Brinna tries to find a way out of the dream world, but she’s stuck, unable to fix what’s ailing her family. But then an unexpected thing happens, Lucian Uraiahs, god of day and light, walks into her dream.</p>
<p>While Lucian decided a long time ago that Brinna Fareview was a blight on his peace, he can’t seem to avoid her. She pops up at every turn, all because his brother is god-yoked to her sister. All Lucian wants is to disappear into the oblivion of the cosmos amidst his shame and guilt, but the unbidden feelings he has for Brinna can’t be contained. When Lucian is stripped of his powers for refusing to bend to his father’s will, he is imprisoned with only his guilt to keep him company. Except when he falls asleep, he dreams of Brinna and somehow becomes the only link to saving her, her family, and his brother from a spell that could destroy them all.</p>
<p>Brinna and Lucian must work together to uncover the secrets they need to break the sleeping spell, but the longer they share their dreams, the more they realize time is against them.</p>
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<p>Luc grumbled and turned back to look at the hedge once more, walking its length when he heard women’s voices—sweet and lilting—coming from inside. He stepped back, searching for the elusive entrance.</p>
<p>“Remember when we were talking to Tarley the other day? About the man in the woods?” Aurielle—he knew her voice—replied.</p>
<p>“So romantic…” the other said, her voice soft and whimsical. Which left only two possibilities: Luc’s woodland fairy or the other sister, the one with the dark, soulful eyes. “Why are we doing this again?” she asked.</p>
<p>He wondered which one was with Aurielle and suppressed any hope it might be his singer.</p>
<p>“Well, I’ve met someone.” Aurielle snapped the words, because the other one seemed to be antagonistic about being dragged out into the woods.</p>
<p>He grinned at their bickering. Relatable.</p>
<p>“I have so many questions! You’ve been behind the hedge since–” The sister’s voice cut off abruptly, then she shouted, “The Great Nap Escapade?”</p>
<p>“So,” Aurielle said, drawing out the word, “you’re doing this for true love. And I promise, Brin, you won’t have to wait long.”</p>
<p>[…]There were words spoken Luc couldn’t discern, followed by Aurielle bursting from the hedge. She called out for Nix and disappeared across the road through the bramble.</p>
<p>“What if someone comes?” Brinna called, then groaned. “Annoying.”</p>
<p>He was going to talk to her! He swallowed as he thought about what to say. “Couldn’t agree more.” Luc couldn’t see her; she was still hidden within the hedge.</p>
<p>She gasped. “Who’s there?”</p>
<p>“The brother.”</p>
<p>Her head—like a disembodied apparition—appeared from the hedge, turning to look for him.</p>
<p>When she saw him, her eyes widened. It was the first time he realized her eyes were gray. “Whose brother?”</p>
<p>He hummed but said, “Since we’re both on lookout duty, we could make it interesting.” “Who are you, exactly?” she asked, stepping from the hedge.</p>
<p>Luc’s breath stopped up, caught up by both disbelief and utter excitement. […] “There you are,” Luc said, finally finding his voice.</p>
<p>She demanded his name.</p>
<p>“Lucian,” he said, turning slightly toward her, his shoulder leaning against the hedge—a terrible choice. He straightened and wiped the leaves from his shoulder.</p>
<p>“And you’re not here to meet my sister?”</p>
<p>“Stars, no,” he said, allowing himself to truly look at her as he shook his head, grateful, suddenly, that Nix asked him to be his unnecessary companion. “That would be my brother. Come closer.” He gave her a slight grin. “I don’t bite. Usually.”</p>
<p>Her eyes narrowed. “I’m fine right here, thank you.”</p>
<p>“You know my name, which gives you power. Will you not offer the same?” Though he already knew it, he wanted her to offer it freely.</p>
<p>“Brinna,” she replied and disappeared back into the hedge.</p>
<p>“Wait,” Luc called. “Where did you go?” The hedge didn’t have an entrance. “Where are you?” “Here,” she whispered, as if daring him to find her. Despite the low volume, her voice reached him, and he wondered, strangely, if it always would.</p>
<p>He used his godlight to sneak through the magical threads of the hedge, and his arms passed through, allowing him to grasp Brinna. Using her as leverage, he pulled himself inside.</p>
<p>She squealed—a cute little sound that seemed as if she was trying to be quiet about it—and stumbled into him, her palms pressed against his chest. Heat seared his skin underneath his clothes where her hands rested.</p>
<p>“What are you doing?” she demanded. “Unhand me.”</p>
<p>He did. Immediately. Swiping his hands over the place she’d touched to wipe away the sensation.</p>
<p>He hated the added impulse of wanting to wrap her up in his arms.</p>
<p>Ridiculous. He told himself he was curious about this hedge, given he’d never seen anything like it on his Roam.</p>
<p>He walked deeper into an arched passageway that stretched out in front of him with no end in sight, as if it curled in on itself. Surprised by the muted light inside, Luc glanced over his shoulder, where Brinna now stood framed by an arched entrance.</p>
<p>She followed him. “What is wrong with you?”</p>
<p>His internal glow warmed the darkness inside the hedge so he could see her features, which pinched with her frown. He wanted to press his thumb against her mouth, run the pad of it across her lips, but he swallowed the urge instead and looked away.</p>
<p>“If I keep walking, what will I find?” he asked, ignoring her question for one of his own.</p>
<p>“The cottage. Where I live.” She paused, then said, “You truly couldn’t see me? That seems… unbelievable.”</p>
<p>He hummed and looked around. “Perhaps if it wasn’t enchanted.”</p>
<p>“Enchanted!” She scoffed, an unflattering kind of snort, but Luc found it… cute. “You must be mistaken.”</p>
<p>He snorted back at her, incredulous. “I am not mistaken. Not about this.”</p>
<p>“You don’t make mistakes?” She offered a sharp laugh.</p>
<p>He’d begun to think this—trapping himself in proximity to her—was one. “Absolutely not,” he lied. The very large mistake in his immediate past had nearly cost him his brother, but she didn’t need to know about that.</p>
<p>“I highly doubt that.” She crossed her arms, her dark eyebrows arching over her pretty eyes. “Now, why are you glowing?”</p>
<p>“Why is this hedge enchanted?” he countered, realizing he should have doused his godlight so his father wouldn’t know, but he didn’t with her attention finally fixed on him.</p>
<p>They stood facing one another, the hedge seeming to close in around them. He only needed to take a step, and he’d be close enough to draw her into his arms, lean forward, and kiss her. The shrinking hedge and his overpowering urge to touch her made him feel like he couldn’t take a deep enough breath.</p>
<p>“How do you get out of here?” The shrinking hedge unnerved him, even if it was an illusion…Then he realized he couldn’t see the opening any longer. It had disappeared. He was trapped.</p>
<p>“I need to go,” he gasped.<br />
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<p>Maci Aurora has been writing stories since she was a child. When she was eleven, she fell in love with reading Sunfire Historical Romances about girls who made a difference in their lives and still fell in love. In high school, a friend introduced her to Lavyrle Spencer and Judith McNaught, and from there, her writing journey was cemented in telling stories about love. Having already published many novels (all of which are threaded with romance as upper YA and New Adult titles) under the pen name, CL Walters, Maci Aurora wanted to write stories that offered the same attention to story and characters but with additional steam. </p>
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Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01409443156779957281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-88597572071666754442023-11-20T21:30:00.001+05:302023-11-20T21:30:00.145+05:30Book Blitz: Jumper by Ali Lucia Sky<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0 auto 15px;">
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<p><strong>Jumper</strong><br><strong>Ali Lucia Sky</strong><br>(Why Choose Romance, #5)<br>Publication date: November 14th 2023<br>Genres: Adult, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance</p><blockquote><p><strong>It’s so dark in his life that his Claimed mates may never get out.</strong></p>
<p>Becca Grimm is a Legion demon and has known one thing since she was a young girl: she would have a breeding pact. That her breeding pact partner turned out to be her Tether was a dream come true until he broke her heart, and then she wanted to break his face until he crawled back to kiss her feet.</p>
<p>But Jumper’s world is darker and more secretive than he’s ever let on. Even with her guardian-Tethers, at her side, she can barely navigate it. And finding her way back to the light is impossible in a world where wickedness reigns.</p>
<p>Becca can’t say no to the things Jumper demands of her. She loves the things that Tobin wants from her. And she can’t look away from the things she sees Jumper and Crux do together.</p>
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<h3><strong>Prologue</strong></h3>
<p>I dial Jumper’s number for the third time. When it goes to voicemail, I growl. It’s just like the jackass to stand us up. Crux, Tobin, Jumper, and I all had plans to go to Sapp’s Coffee Shop for breakfast, but it was two now, and I’d heard nothing from him all day. I stretch and yawn. If I’d known he was going to flake, I would have slept in.</p>
<p>“Becca, mail for you,” Andy says, grinning and tossing me a handful of college packets. I don’t order them, he does. I flip through them. “Northwestern? You think the four of us are going to Illinois?” I raise a brow.</p>
<p>“I don’t care where you go, as long as you don’t end up a statistic,” my brother grumbles. “Where are dumb and dumber?”</p>
<p>“Making food with Adina,” I nod toward the kitchen.</p>
<p>“I know they are your Tethers, but look at me and Adina… we waited, and we survived. You don’t have to rush things. Go to school first, Becca. Claim one another later. Real love can stand still for five minutes.” Andy stands and leaves me with that.</p>
<p>I grab my phone and call Jumper again. When it goes to voicemail this time, I leave him a quick voice message. “Thanks for canceling, drummerboy. Next time, actually let me know you aren’t showing.”</p>
<p>My phone rings as soon as I hang up. Thinking it’s Jumper finally calling, I answer.</p>
<p>“Hello, shit-for-brains–” I start.</p>
<p>Lilah cuts me off. “Is he with you!?”</p>
<p>“Is who with me?” I ask.</p>
<p>“Jump. Is Jump with you?” she asks, tension high in her voice.</p>
<p>I shake my head, though she can’t see it. “No. He’s not with me. He stood me up this morning.”</p>
<p>“When did you last talk to him?” Lilah asks quickly.</p>
<p>“Two days ago,” I answer with my heart racing. I just know something is wrong.</p>
<p>“He’s missing, Becca. Jump is missing. No one has seen him in two days,” Lilah sobs.<br />
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<p>Ali Lucia Sky is the author of The Powers That Be series. She lives in Southern California with her husband and a house full of kitty cats and a yard full of crows.</p>
<p>She loves laughing, drinking good coffee, vegan food, and supporting animal rescues.</p>
<p>When she isn’t writing or dreaming of new stories, she can be found planning her next vacation because traveling is life. </p>
<p>If you encounter her in the wild, don’t be offended if she should run away. She’s timid with strangers, but can be plied with shiny things and pictures of your cat or dog.</p>
<p>She’s a weirdo like that.</p>
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<p><strong>Murder Before Dawn</strong><br><strong>Delta James</strong><br>(Mystery, She Wrote, #1)<br>Publication date: November 3rd 2023<br>Genres: Adult, Cozy Mystery</p><blockquote><p><em><strong>The only thing more exciting than a famous local author staying at the bed and breakfast is a real murder mystery.</strong></em></p>
<p>Mystery novelist and member of the Mystery Writer’s Murder Club, Jessica Murdoch, heads off for a staycation at a bed and breakfast in her hometown of Badger’s Drift, Maine for some rest and relaxation. When a murder takes place in her luxurious suite, she figures it’s up to her to uncover the town’s secrets and find the killer.</p>
<p>Thorn Wilder, a seasoned detective in the Badger’s Drift Police Department, is assigned to investigate the murder. Thorn, an astute and methodical investigator, is familiar with Jessica’s work and quickly recognizes her as a potential asset in solving the case. Jessica finds herself irresistibly drawn to the enigmatic detective and becomes an unofficial consultant in the investigation.</p>
<p>Join Jessica Murdoch, Tracer, her faithful basset hound, and Thorn Wilder as they unravel the dark mysteries that lurk beneath the surface of this small town, and discover the shocking truth that lies at the heart of it all.</p>
<p><em>Murder Before Dawn</em> is the first story in the Mystery, She Wrote series. Four mystery authors meet at a book conference and discover they all live in small towns in Maine. After a fabulous weekend together they decide to form the Mystery Writer’s Murder Club. They meet monthly at a different house to check out cold cases in the area, write, and relax. They soon discover the only thing more exciting than a good murder mystery book is an actual murder mystery.</p>
<p>If you like fast-paced mysteries with quirky characters, an inquisitive basset hound, and unexpected twists, you’re going to love the Mystery, She Wrote series.</p>
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<p>Feeling much better about where she stood with Thorn as far as Thompson’s murder went, Jessica had the cop take her and Thorn back to her place to get her SUV. Upon hearing her enter the yard, Tracer, her beloved basset hound, came barreling out the dog door that had been incorporated into the back door.</p>
<p>Sudie followed close behind him, laughing. “He said you were back here, but I didn’t believe him. He always knows where his mama is.”</p>
<p>“Detective Thorn Wilder, this is my friend and housekeeper, Sudie. Sudie, meet Thorn.”</p>
<p>“Are you the one investigating what happened up at DeeDee’s place?”</p>
<p>“I am.”</p>
<p>“And you think Jessica had something to do with it? I wish Tracer was trained to attack; I’d have him bite you,” said Sudie.</p>
<p>“Not to worry,” said Jessica to Thorn. “The most Tracer would do is beat you to death with his tail or knock you down and drown you in drooly kisses. Other than that, he is completely harmless.”</p>
<p>“But that boy can track anything. If you need something followed, you get Jessica to lend you Tracer. He found a lost little girl last year. Everybody was so worried for her. By the time they caught up to him, he was bouncing and barking with her, and she was giggling away.”</p>
<p>“You trained your dog to track?” he said, kneeling down to offer his hand to Tracer to let him sniff it before giving him a tummy rub when the dog flipped over onto his back.</p>
<p>“It’s not hard with a basset. Their noses are the best in the business. They’re especially good at finding kids because they’re so non-threatening.”</p>
<p>Thorn stood up. “Are you saying that if we found some kind of scent item, we could use him to track something?”</p>
<p>“Not only that, you don’t have to have a scent item per se. If we let him sniff around that footprint, he’d probably be able to track where it went.”</p>
<p>“Good to know.”</p>
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<p>As a USA Today bestselling romance author, Delta James aims to captivate readers with stories about complex,curvy heroines and the dominant alpha males who adore them. For Delta, romance is more than just a love story; it’s a journey with challenges and thrills along the way. </p>
<p>After creating a second chapter for herself that was dramatically different than the first, Delta now resides in Florida where she relaxes on warm summer evenings with her loveable pack of basset hounds as they watch the birds, squirrels and lizards. When not crafting fast-paced tales, she enjoys horseback riding, walks on the beach, and white-water rafting. </p>
<p>More about Delta, including a full list of her books and audiobooks, can be found at www.deltajames.com.</p>
<p>Her readers mean the world to her, and Delta tries to interact personally to as many messages as she can. If you’d like to chat or discuss books, you can find Delta on Instagram, Facebook, and in her private reader group https://www.facebook.com/groups/348982795738444.</p>
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<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><strong>Defying Evil: A Dark Romantic Thriller</strong><br /><strong>Abbie Roads</strong><br />(Blood is Thicker Than…, #1)<br />Publication date: October 17th 2023<br />Genres: Adult, Romance, Thriller</span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">He’s the son of a serial killer.<br />
She’s his father’s only surviving victim.<br />
He’s obsessed with her.<br />
She’s frightened of him.<br />
Before it’s all over they’ll need each other to survive.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Cain Killion’s life has revolved around blood. From a childhood of torture by his father, to his gruesome ability to solve crimes. When a current case is directly connected to his past, there’s only one person with answers.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But she isn’t talking, and the bodies are stacking up. The only solution… Kidnap her.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Defying Evil is the first book in the Blood is Thicker Than Series of dark romantic thrillers. It features a man tortured by his past who never thought he was capable of love. If you devour edge of your seat thrillers and romance novels, you’ll love a series that combines both in a roller-coaster ride of mind games and tragic love.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Trigger warning: Depictions of violence.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Previously published until the title Saving Mercy.</span></p></blockquote><p><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Buy from:</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/165909431-defying-evil" style="font-weight: 700; text-align: center;" target="_blank">Goodreads</a><span style="font-weight: 700; text-align: center;"> / </span><a href="https://amzn.to/3QizR00" style="font-weight: 700; text-align: center;" target="_blank">Amazon</a></span></p><p><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Review:</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Wow! That was my first thought after finishing this story. This is a must read for dark romance/dark thriller lovers.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If you're a dark thriller/mystery lover then this book is your new poison. This story is also not for the weak hearted. With eerily descriptive scenes and a dark past both Cain and Mercy cannot escape from it'll take you through a roller coaster ride. Be mindful of the triggering topics such as violence, r*pe and other disturbing themes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I was hooked from the first two chapters. Honestly Mercy's introduction scene with that doctor gave me chills. I was so relieved when she got out of there. Cain and Mercy are both survivors of a horrible past. I wondered how these two were going to bond when both their trauma came from the same person while Cain was the son of their abuser. But the entire thing unfolded really well. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The story is gruesome, twisted, suspenseful with the addition of a paranormal twist. I've never read something where they had abilities such as Cain, which made it more interesting for me. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This is my first read from Abbie Roads and I was intrigued when I read the blurb. I knew I had to read it and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I'm a sucker for serial killer mysteries and this book kept me entertained throughout and surprised me with everything that was unveiling with each chapter. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">For romance lovers, this is more of a thriller than a romance though it's there. I won't spoil anything more ;) Read and find out. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Abbie Roads is the best-selling author of the Fatal Dreams Series and the Fatal Truth Series. Her novels have been finalists in many prestigious contests including The Golden Heart, The Greater Detroit Booksellers Best, The Oklahoma National Readers’ Choice Award, The Write Touch, The Strut Your Stuff Contest, The Aspen Gold Contest, The Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, The Heart of Excellence Readers’ Choice Award, The Midnight Sun, The Kathryn Hayes Contest, The Chanticleer, The Daphne du Maurier, The National Readers’ Choice Award, The New England Readers’ Choice Contest, The Beverly Award, and The Maggie Award. Her debut novel Race the Darkness was Publishers Weekly Top 10 Pick for Fall and Never Let Me Fall is an Amazon Editor’s Pick.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">By day Abbie Roads is a mental health counselor always focusing on the bright side. By night she writes on the dark side, putting her characters through the wringer before she gives them their happily-ever-after. She loves a good inspirational quote and is a fan of true crime.</span></p>
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<p><strong>Challenging the Chef</strong><br><strong>Shanna Hatfield</strong><br>Publication date: October 19th 2023<br>Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Western</p><blockquote><p><em><strong>When an interloper arrives in his kitchen, will romance start to simmer?</strong></em></p>
<p>Chef Owen Thorpe left behind his celebrity status when he moved to Summer Creek. The quaint town and country atmosphere allow him to seek solace in his recipes. His peace and quiet is threatened when he’s coerced into being part of a big auction package that includes the winner spending a week cooking with him in his restaurant. The last thing he wants is some chef wannabe in his way. However, the real danger he faces is losing his heart when the winner turns out to be a beautiful woman who knows her way around a kitchen.</p>
<p>Burdened by the weight of her demanding career as a school psychologist, Tawni Young turns to cooking and gardening to escape from the never-ending stress of her work. When her aunt gifts her an auction package that includes cooking lessons in the small town of Summer Creek, Tawni realizes the chef she’ll be working with is none other than a celebrity she had a huge crush on during her college years. From the moment the two of them meet, an undeniable attraction sizzles while wits collide.</p>
<p>As they embark on a tantalizing journey of culinary delights, will Tawni and Owen discover the most important ingredient is love?</p>
<p>In this heartwarming and deliciously wholesome tale, <em>Challenging the Chef</em> takes readers on a savory adventure filled with sweet romance.</p>
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<p>He could do this. Play nice and dig deep to dredge up the charm that used to come to him so easily. He’d unearthed it anytime a food critic or reporter came to town interested in reviewing the restaurant. If he thought of the woman as someone he needed to impress, like a critic, then maybe it would be easier to get through the next few days.</p>
<p>What were four measly days in the grand scheme of things, anyway?</p>
<p>Just nearly a hundred hours of misery. Pure misery.</p>
<p><em>Nothing to worry about</em>, he thought derisively.</p>
<p>Scoffing, he removed the sauce from the heat and set it aside. Owen glanced at the clock. Time was growing short before Miss Young arrived. If he hurried, he could whip up the sour cream lemon blueberry Bundt cakes he planned to offer for dessert that evening. He’d already made strawberry pudding that would be served with shortbread squares and fresh whipped cream topped with candied lime peel.</p>
<p>Determined to have the cakes baking before Miss Young messed up his afternoon, he rushed to mix the ingredients and was just sliding the last cake pan into the oven when he heard Mayor Mitchell Kane speaking to someone as they entered through the back door.</p>
<p>Owen really needed to get a keypad lock back there one of these days. Grumbles drifted under his breath as he set the timer for the cakes, quickly washed his hands, and turned with a towel in his wet hands to greet the interloper who was about to completely upset his schedule for the next four days.</p>
<p>Despite what Nate had mentioned about her not being too hard on the eyes, Owen wasn’t prepared for the woman who stepped into the kitchen with Mitch. His hands stilled, clenching the towel as he took in her appearance.</p>
<p>Dark brown hair flowed over her shoulders in thick, chunky waves. Apple cheeks tinged with pink, lips that appeared entirely too kissable, and the slightest smattering of freckles on her nose gave her a girl-next-door vibe. Pretty brown eyes sparkled like fizzy root beer but looked intelligent and interested when their gazes connected.</p>
<p>The mayor helped her remove her coat, and Owen’s mouth went dry at the sight of her curvaceous figure. He sucked in a breath and inhaled a delightful floral fragrance that tantalized his nose.</p>
<p>What was he supposed to do with this beautiful being when he’d been expecting a middle-aged foodie with money as expandable as her waistline?</p>
<p>This was even worse than he’d envisioned. He had no time for distractions like Tawni Young, who certainly lived up to her name. She looked young. Fresh-faced. Yet the name Tawni made him think of a jungle cat and something that held a great deal of danger.</p>
<p>If the attraction he felt to her was any indication, she was going to be nothing but trouble to him.</p>
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<p>USA Today Bestselling Author Shanna Hatfield writes sweet romances rich with relatable characters, small town settings that feel like home, humor, and hope.</p>
<p>Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”</p>
<p>When this farm girl isn’t writing or indulging in rich, decadent chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her husband, lovingly known as Captain Cavedweller. She also experiments with recipes, snaps photos of her adorable nephew, and caters to the whims of a cranky cat named Drooley.</p>
<p>To learn more about Shanna or the books she writes, visit her website http://shannahatfield.com or find out more about her here: linktr.ee/ShannaHatfield</p>
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<p><strong>The Mechanics of Lust</strong><br><strong>Jay Hogan</strong><br>(Mackenzie Country, #2)<br>Publication date: October 19th 2023<br>Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Western</p><blockquote><p>I broke the rules and fell in love with my best friend. Newsflash—he didn’t feel the same. I had to stand by and watch him fall for someone else. Moving on hasn’t been easy since we all live and work on the same high country sheep station, but I’m finally getting there.</p>
<p>I’m building a new life, a new set of dreams, planning a different future, just me and my dogs. The last thing I need is Luke Nichols, the sexy, enigmatic, ex-husband of my nemesis, filling my head with a laundry list of cravings. Talk about complicated.</p>
<p>Luke is only in Mackenzie Country for a few months and I’m not about to put my heart on the line again just for a little fun. But the more I’m around Luke, the harder it is to remember exactly why Luke and I are a bad idea, the worst idea.</p>
<p>Things between us are about to go nuclear.</p>
<p>Maybe I’m wrong.<br />
Maybe we <em>can</em> keep it simple.<br />
Maybe I can satisfy my cravings and hold on to my heart.<br />
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<p>“Speech, speech!” A slow clap reverberated off the faded walls of the Oakwood pub’s back bar, which locals had affectionately named The Fleece.</p>
<p>I put my back to the wooden bar and watched a furiously blushing Gil throw Holden a withering, you-are-in-so-much-trouble glare before stepping onto the small stage. He surveyed the crowd from under the <em>Happy Fortieth Birthday</em> banner, which had taken four of us an embarrassing amount of time and a few beers to finally get in place.</p>
<p>I was amazed we’d managed to keep the surprise party a secret, but somehow we’d done it, and Gil had been stunned, tearful, and touchingly overwhelmed when he’d walked into the packed bar to a loud chorus of happy birthday that rattled the rafters.</p>
<p>As I listened to his emotional thank you to everyone who’d turned up to celebrate, including some of his friends who’d flown in from Wellington, it was hard not to be charmed by the man. Not quite a year in the district and Gil’s name was almost as synonymous with Miller Station as Holden’s. This was partly due to their gay-couple status, but also because of the run of free seminars Gil had begun offering locally on grief, stress management, and rural mental health. The result was a bar chocka with birthday well-wishers.</p>
<p>And I was one of them.</p>
<p>Cue the shocked gasps of disbelief.</p>
<p>Keeping my eyes on Gil, I shuffled sideways to let a man in at the bar behind me.</p>
<p>“We must stop meeting like this.” The gravelly voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I turned to find a familiar pair of blue eyes dancing over my face.</p>
<p><em>Luke Nichols. Dammit.</em></p>
<p>Luke flashed that wicked smile that always made my dick sit up and pay attention and just, damn my bad luck. The man smelled of Tom Ford, summer, and trouble, and I cursed the familiar tingling sensation his proximity always managed to induce in my body. A fact that only strengthened my resolve to make sure he caught my eye roll. He did. But the amused smirk he returned my way didn’t help matters.</p>
<p>“Well, look who the cat dragged in.” I tried not to lean in for another waft of that expensive cologne. “Guess there’s no show without Punch, right?”</p>
<p>Luke gave an amused snort. “I guess not.” His gaze raked over me, head to foot, before he turned his attention to the small stage where Gil was winding up his speech. “Ah, the birthday boy.”</p>
<p>I followed Luke’s gaze, pretending to listen while shooting covert glances back his way because . . . well, because I was an idiot. And because he looked so fucking edible. Dressed in dark-wash jeans paired with a crisp white shirt—open at the neck and with the cuffs rolled up to reveal the green silicone wristband he always wore—Luke looked annoyingly cool as a cucumber in the late January heat that had the rest of us layering on the deodorant.</p>
<p>Smelling fresh from the shower, Luke brushed a stray lock of dirty blond hair back into place in a way that made me want to shove a hat over my own shaggy, auburn waves. A woven black leather cord hung around his neck and disappeared under his shirt, and a pair of trendy black loafers poked out from the bottom of his jeans. It pained me to admit it, but the man was effortlessly chic.</p>
<p>Enough already. I refocused on Gil who was gesturing to Holden to join him on the small stage.</p>
<p>“Get up here, baby.” Gil drew Holden in for a long, slow kiss that had the birthday crowd whooping and wolf-whistling.</p>
<p>I waited for the once familiar knot of jealousy in my chest, but it never came. Wistful? Sure. Envious of what they had? Absolutely. But jealous still? I thought about it again. No. Maybe I was fooling myself, but I was going to take that for a win.</p>
<p>Luke leaned in close. “Does this feel as weird for you as it does for me?”</p>
<p>I glanced over my shoulder. “I’ve no idea what you mean,” I lied.</p>
<p>His lips twitched in an almost smile that I chose to ignore. “Oh really?” he asked sardonically. “Because here we are, you and me, at a party celebrating<em> my </em>ex-husband’s birthday, thrown by his <em>new</em> love who just happens to be <em>your</em> best friend slash ex. One could be forgiven for saying it’s a bit of a mindfuck, right?”</p>
<p>When I didn’t answer, he elbowed me gently. “Oh, come on. A little conversation won’t kill you.”</p>
<p>I huffed. “Says you.” I was being a dick and we both knew it, but that was par for the course as far as things between us went.</p>
<p>To be fair, Luke had attempted to build a bridge many times since our inauspicious first meeting. He’d arrived uninvited at the station the year before in an attempt to force Gil to talk and I’d been . . . less than welcoming. I might not have liked Gil much at that time, and I still didn’t know the whole story of what had happened between them, but to walk out on your husband six months after your daughter was killed in a car accident? The rest of Miller Station might have found a way to gloss over that fact and forgive him, even Gil. But as far as I was concerned, how much more did you really need to know about a guy?</p>
<p>Not to mention, getting all buddy-buddy with the man would’ve meant having . . . conversations and likely being paired up to work when he helped out on the station. The problem was that any proximity to Luke brought with it a minefield of potential disaster best avoided.</p>
<p>Luke was sexy as shit and his obvious interest in me might fizz in those wicked blue eyes. But he was trouble with a capital <em>T</em>, and I wanted no part of him for too many reasons to list. Although if I <em>did</em> happen to list them, right at the top would be the fact that my body lit up like a Christmas tree every time the man came within spitting distance.</p>
<p>Not since those first times with Holden had I felt anything like that.</p>
<p>Maybe not even then, and that fact just plain pissed me off.</p>
<p>Too bad I was done with complicated men.</p>
<p><em>D</em> <em>O</em> <em>N</em> <em>E</em>.</p>
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<p><em>Heart, humour and keeping it real.</em></p>
<p><strong>Jay is a 2020 Lambda Literary Award Finalist in Gay Romance and her book Off Balance was the 2021 New Zealand Romance Book of the Year.</strong></p>
<p>She is a New Zealand author writing mm romance and romantic suspense, primarily set in New Zealand. She writes character driven romances with lots of humour, a good dose of reality and a splash of angst. She's travelled extensively, lived in many countries, and in a past life she was a critical care nurse, nurse educator and counsellor. Jay is owned by a huge Maine Coon cat and a gorgeous Cocker Spaniel</p>
<p><strong>Find Jay in all the places:</strong> <a href="https://www.jayhoganauthor.com/landingpage">https://www.jayhoganauthor.com/landingpage</a></p>
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<p><strong>A Monster Mash Made for Two</strong><br><strong>J.C. Valentine</strong><br>(A Coffee Break Mystery, #2)<br>Publication date: October 11th 2023<br>Genres: Adult, Mystery, Romance</p><blockquote><p>In the haunted town of Oakdale, sparks fly between bartender Noah and shy photographer Allison amidst costumes and spooky decor at his tavern’s monster bash on All Hallows’ Eve. But Allison experiences unexplained supernatural events—glimpses of a shadowy figure that may be the legendary Irish Jack’s ghost. Are these just harmless paranormal tricks leading up to Halloween, or could the haunting be real?</p>
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<p>Tonight was Halloween eve; otherwise known around here as O’Reilly’s famous annual monster bash, apparently. My stomach fluttered thinking about seeing Noah the handsome bartender again. He was a tall drink of water with all the southern charm to boot. I’d have to be dead not to be smitten.</p>
<p>When Kara picked me up in her compact EV, I barely recognized her beneath an elaborate red and black vampire ensemble with voluminous curled hair framing her gorgeous face. Clearly, she hadn’t been kidding about playing into the tavern’s unofficial motto by going all out.</p>
<p>“You make one sexy witch!” she exclaimed. “I knew that would be the right choice for you. Let’s go break some hearts!”</p>
<p>It didn’t take long to drive into town, but it took a little longer to find parking. Apparently, everyone in town was at O’Reilly’s tonight, and the small parking lot was packed, pushing traffic and parking onto the main street. It looked like we were in for a bit of walking, and I prayed my heels would be kind tonight.</p>
<p>Linking arms, we headed toward the sound of music and laughter as the sun set on this eerie but exciting night. Call me crazy, but I swore I could feel a bit of magic in the air. I just couldn’t be sure if it was good or bad, but I was hoping whatever it was, this night would be memorable.<br />
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<p>J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn't sorry. </p>
<p>Living in the Northwest, she has three amazing children and far too many pets. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor's in English and when she isn't writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. </p>
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<p>Bailey Thomas lives in the beautiful but hot southwest with her husband and their adorable four-legged children. An only child, Bailey’s active imagination and adventurous nature always kept her busy. Now, she channels those creative powers into storytelling.</p>
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<p><strong>Fallen Raven Audiobook</strong><br><strong>Diana A. Hicks</strong><br>(Raven Duet, #1)<br>Publication date: September 21st 2023<br>Genres: Adult, Romance</p><blockquote><p><em><strong>Now a 2023 Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Winner in the Romance – Contemporary genre!</strong></em></p>
<p><em>“Diana A. Hicks painted a slow-burn romance balanced on the dark edge of danger…Fallen Raven will capture the minds of readers who enjoy Mafia political romances with plenty of action to entertain them.” – <strong>Readers’ Favorite Reviewer</strong></em></p>
<p>Seventeen-year-old Aurora Vitali didn’t have the best life in Las Vegas, but it was a place to call home. When her father scores a win after so many fails, he abruptly moves the whole family to the Upper East Side in New York City. Aurora is quickly seduced by the glitz and glamour of her new world, where designer clothes, limos, and beach parties are the norm.</p>
<p>Her first day at their elite school, she meets Enzo Alfera, one of the royals. He’s rich, gorgeous, and so dangerous. The magnetic pull she feels when he’s near is absolutely irresistible. She’s warned to stay away, and that’s exactly what she plans to do. Except every time their paths cross, neither one of them can deny their powerful attraction.</p>
<p>Going against their parents’ wishes, they give into their burning desires. He’s dark and cunning. She’s sweet and innocent. Together, they are explosive.</p>
<p>But their parents have plans of their own. The choices they make to get ahead threaten to pull Aurora and Enzo apart. Now the star-crossed lovers have to decide if their forbidden love is worth going against everything and everyone.</p>
<p>Enzo knows what he wants. And he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep Aurora for himself. If he fails, it could destroy them both.</p>
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<p>“We’ll decide on Saturday then.” I made to get up, but Donata gripped my shoulder.</p>
<p>“I still need to tell you something about Rory.” She waited until I settled back into my folding chair.</p>
<p>“So what do you have on her? Any boyfriends we should know about?” Rex asked. This was his territory. Rex knew secrets made the world go round.</p>
<p>I turned my attention to Donata. All this time, I hadn’t considered the idea that Aurora might already be in love with someone else.</p>
<p>“No boyfriend.” She beamed, thoroughly pleased with herself. “A fiancé.”</p>
<p>“What the fuck?” I stood. “She’s getting married?”</p>
<p>“She is.” Donata nodded.</p>
<p>“Oh, you’re good.” Santino chuckled, pointing a finger at Donata.</p>
<p>“Thank you.”</p>
<p>“What’s the deal there?” I could tell them that I knew for a fact Aurora wasn’t in love. And that the reason I knew that was because I was her first kiss. If Aurora had a fiancé, it couldn’t possibly be a love match. “There has to be more to that story.”</p>
<p>“Here’s what I know from a little recon I did.”</p>
<p>“You overheard one of your aunt’s conversations, didn’t you?” I shook my head at her.</p>
<p>“Yes.” She put up her hands. “But you have to admit, the plan is solid. We stick it to her pompous dad while having a little fun ourselves.”</p>
<p>“What did you hear?”</p>
<p>“Her dad has arranged a marriage between her and Angelo Soprano. Pretty much as soon as she turns eighteen in December. My aunt believes that Stephano, Rory’s dad, is under the impression that he needs family ties to make sure his place within the Society is secured.” She pursed her lips and swallowed. “I’ve met that guy before. He’s a total creep. Puke.” She fake-gagged.</p>
<p>So that was her angle. Deep down, Donata lived up to her family’s name and ideals. The Salvatores’ mascot was the panther—the fierce guardian—for a reason.</p>
<p>“Has she agreed to this marriage?” No sense anymore in pretending I didn’t care. Technically speaking, I didn’t, though I was intrigued.</p>
<p>“I don’t know if she knows. Her birthday is in three months.” She shrugged. “By then, she’ll know for sure. Think of it this way, thanks to us, she’ll go into the marriage knowing what it’s like to do it for love.”</p>
<p>“Donata, the romantic.” I leaned in to pinch her cheek, but she slapped my hand away.</p>
<p>Even if her intentions were weirdly noble, this bet was going to mess with Aurora’s head in a major way. Fuck. So not only did I have to put up with Rex and Santino having a go at her, she was going to be Angelo’s wife. As in, forever, only fucking him.</p>
<p>“Are you guys still in? Because according to Aunt Vittoria, Angelo was in the market for a virgin bride. If he gets to his wedding night and finds out he was duped, he’ll retaliate against her father. Possibly her family.” Donata didn’t seem that concerned with Aurora’s dad’s well-being.</p>
<p>“I’m in.” Rex spoke first. “You wanted epic. I’d say sex and murder qualify as epic.”</p>
<p>“So let me get this straight. We have to pop her cherry before she gets married.” Santino rubbed his jaw.</p>
<p>“Clock’s ticking.” Donata tapped her watch twice.</p>
<p>“Fuck it. I’m still in.”</p>
<p>“And you, Enzo?” Donata turned to me. “Have you changed your mind? Is the bet challenging enough for you now?”</p>
<p>“You’re kind of sick. You know that?” I raked both hands through my hair.</p>
<p>“That’s why you love me.” She beamed.</p>
<p>At first, I’d said no to the bet because I didn’t want a reason to be near Aurora or talk to her. She had a certain influence over me, and I didn’t like it. That was before I knew she belonged to someone else—before I knew I couldn’t have her. I was no knight in shining armor. I wasn’t here to save Aurora from a creep ten years her senior. No, I wanted Aurora for myself.</p>
<p>“Yes, I’m in.”<br />
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<p><strong>Entangle You</strong><br><strong>Diana A. Hicks</strong><br>(Entangle You Duet, #1)<br>Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance</p><blockquote><p><strong>Find out what happens when a college graduate meets a sexy billionaire in a coffee shop and discovers a chemistry that burns hotter than a steaming latte!</strong></p>
<p><strong>Derek</strong><br />
For as long as I can remember, building an empire has been my only focus. Most people think of me as the all-powerful billionaire, intimidating, and unyielding. I like keeping that wall between me and the rest of the world.</p>
<p>Valentina De Cordoba is the breath of fresh air I never saw coming. She’s the beautiful stranger sitting in the corner of Cafe Trieste. I feel alive when she’s near. Even when she doesn’t know she’s the reason the coffee shop has become my safe haven.</p>
<p>Month after month, I stay away because I can’t drag her down into the dark world my life has become. At best, I could break her heart. At worst, I could destroy her and everything she holds dear.</p>
<p>But then I see her crying. Those brown eyes filled with tears make something inside my chest crack open. Consequences be damned, I break the one rule keeping me alive…I get involved.</p>
<p><strong>Valentina</strong><br />
My lists are how I get things done. The most important task on my crumpled piece of paper right now is to find a home for my son and me.</p>
<p>As a single mom, I don’t have time for complications or distractions of any kind. The playboy billionaire offering me a place to lease would fall under both of those categories.</p>
<p>But when my well-outlined plan goes up in smoke, I find myself with no choice but to accept the handsome stranger’s help. So what if he’s hotter than hot. So what if my broody landlord is now also my new neighbor? So what if I fall?</p>
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<p><strong>Unravel You</strong><br><strong>Diana A. Hicks</strong><br>(Entangle You Duet, #2)<br>Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance</p><blockquote><p><strong>Who knew a latte could lead to so much more?</strong></p>
<p>College graduate Valentina never expected to fall for the hot as hell and intimidating Derek Cole when she accepted his offer to rent his property.</p>
<p>From cottage to mansion, Valentina is certain she doesn't deserve the fairytale unfolding. But Derek gets what he wants...and he wants her.</p>
<p>He’s “the one” for her, but before she says I do, she has to survive a month long trip to his family’s estate in Atlanta. Gaining approval from four brothers and an over-protective mother might just be her hardest test yet.</p>
<p>For billionaire Derek Cole, this homecoming is a chance to mend the damage he caused when he walked away from the family business.</p>
<p>Just when they think they have a handle on their happily ever after...their past and future collide.</p>
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<p><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #0f1419; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b> Beyond the Story: 10-Year Record of BTS</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><i><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; 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font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>English translation led by Anton Hur, in collaboration with Clare Richards and Slin Jung.</i></span></p><p><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1419; display: inline; font-family: georgia; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-size: large; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcFUMsJPa1FjBn7UrWfK83bV_17nhXFhWfm1D6G83yLLBUat3nGAOanOnaUvN6Otx2EFMwykfPhhUcHtYYfyf-4TNYWa44fQZp6C-BrTJVAigX08I3EI9sH9mH53WdriyX4cvC8UzjIfdYJZtkR8LF_vs1jO24O1QzxxaD7VRKZR6cfJLeGV3q3z_jQ/s1080/41117602444031295acf6efdb-9e31-45a1-9bcd-e85434981c59.png" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: georgia; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;">The septet debuted on 13th June 2013 and is currently on a break from group activities to fulfill their mandatory military service. </span></span></p><p><span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f1419;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;">The hardcover book still does not have a book cover or a title, which makes it more intriguing. It has 544 pages and includes exclusive photographs of the septet. </span></span></p><p><span face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #0f1419;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: large; white-space: pre-wrap;">It is currently available for pre-order on:</span></span></p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/1250326753/ref=cm_sw_r_as_gl_apa_gl_i_0P7017BEHGHTZCMW7PVA?linkCode=ml1&tag=btsmerch05-20" style="color: #0f1419;" target="_blank">Amazon</a><span style="color: #0f1419;"> </span><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">(pre-order </span></i></span></span><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">40% off</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span></span></i></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.target.com/p/4c-untitled-flatiron-nonfiction-summer-2023-by-flatiron-author-to-be-revealed-july-2023-hardcover/-/A-88879623" style="color: #0f1419;" target="_blank">Target</a><span style="color: #0f1419;"> </span><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">(</span></i></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;">Buy 1, get 1 50% off select books)</span></i></span></span></li><li><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0" face="TwitterChirp, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; border: 0px solid black; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1419; display: inline; font-feature-settings: inherit; font-kerning: inherit; font-optical-sizing: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant-alternates: inherit; font-variant-east-asian: inherit; font-variant-numeric: inherit; font-variation-settings: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; min-width: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/4c-untitled-flatiron-nonfiction-summer-2023-flatiron-author-to-be-revealed-july-2023/1143231348?ean=9781250326751" target="_blank">B&N</a> </span></span></li></ul><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;">One of the translators, Anton Hur took it to his Twitter to announce the news earlier today.</span></p>
<blockquote class="twitter-tweet"><p dir="ltr" lang="en"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">This project was conducted under so much secrecy that it still feels very odd to be suddenly allowed to share this, and we want to leave the surprises in the book a secret for as long as possible out of respect for ARMY, but yes, Slin, <a href="https://twitter.com/clarehannahmary?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">@clarehannahmary</a> and I are its translators. <a href="https://t.co/NeehXJPjAT">pic.twitter.com/NeehXJPjAT</a></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">— Anton Hur (@AntonHur) <a href="https://twitter.com/AntonHur/status/1656771534633959425?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">May 11, 2023</a></span></blockquote><p><b>Source: <a href="https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/bts-book-beyond-the-story-taylor-swift-1234733879/" target="_blank">Rolling Stone</a>, <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/11/books/bts-book-beyond-the-story.html?smid=tw-nytbooks&smtyp=cur" target="_blank">NY Times </a></b></p> <script async="" charset="utf-8" src="https://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"></script><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-39026606104612245222023-05-06T22:12:00.001+05:302023-05-06T22:12:00.136+05:30Cover Reveal: Girl of Asture by Keeley Holmes<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0 auto 15px;">
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<p><strong>Girl of Asture</strong><br><strong>Keeley Holmes</strong><br>Publication date: June 2nd 2023<br>Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult</p><blockquote><p>My world controls when I can use my wings.</p>
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<p>I’ve always felt trapped by the Order in Asture.</p>
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<p>An Otherworlder.</p>
<p>Ironically, the cage I hate so much is the only way I can see him. It’s our only way to be together.</p>
<p>To change the way of Asture, one must overthrow those who rule, but I’m not sure my level of rebellion and trickery can save everyone from the way of life enforced upon us.</p>
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<p>Bestselling author of The Serendipity Series and The Three Sisters Trilogy.<br />
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<p><strong>The Art of Husbandry</strong><br><strong>Jay Hogan</strong><br>Publication date: June 1st 2023<br>Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance</p><blockquote><p>When life drowns you in lemons, to hell with making lemonade. I wanted to burn the whole world. But eighteen months from the day my life was torn apart, I’m tired of the anger. Tired of the nightmares. Tired of putting one foot in front of the other just trying to survive.</p>
<p>Three months on a high country sheep station in the middle of nowhere is exactly the reboot I need. A chance to break free. To breathe again. To find a way forward. I put my entire life on hold and head south to Mackenzie Country.</p>
<p>But falling for the captivating young station boss was never part of the plan. Holden Miller might be smart and sexy and push all of my dusty buttons, but we come from two different worlds. I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m not interested in love. I’m done with all that.</p>
<p>But Holden doesn’t care about my rules. Nestled safely in the arms of the spectacular Southern Alps, on an isolated sheep farm at the top of the world, Holden begins knitting my battered heart together one careful stitch at a time. And with every pass of the thread, every braid of the river on our doorstep, I catch a tantalising glimpse of something I’d almost given up on.</p>
<p>Happiness, and maybe even love.</p>
<p>If I have the courage to reach out and grab them.</p>
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<p>Heart, humour and keeping it real.</p>
<p>Jay is a 2020 Lambda Literary Award Finalist in Gay Romance and her book Off Balance was the 2021 New Zealand Romance Book of the Year.</p>
<p>She is a New Zealand author writing mm romance and romantic suspense, primarily set in New Zealand. She writes character driven romances with lots of humour, a good dose of reality and a splash of angst. She's travelled extensively, lived in many countries, and in a past life she was a critical care nurse, nurse educator and counsellor. Jay is owned by a huge Maine Coon cat and a gorgeous Cocker Spaniel</p>
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Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-88616463675782204862022-10-31T10:35:00.004+05:302022-10-31T11:05:37.489+05:30First look at Whispers of the Hallow Night (Editingle Halloween Anthology Vol.4)<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"> <b>Whispers of the Hallow Night (Editingle Halloween Anthology Vol.4)</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>Publisher: </span><a href="https://linktr.ee/EditingleIndieHouse" style="background-color: white; text-align: justify; text-indent: 13.2px;" target="_blank">Editingle Indie House</a></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="377" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8acVZyfu_w0" width="620" youtube-src-id="8acVZyfu_w0"></iframe></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Summary:</span></b></div><div align="left" dir="auto" style="background-color: white;"><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">You have been warned before, but there will be no more.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">So one must pay and become the prey.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As you holler and plead, they might make you bleed.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But, alas, your voice will not be heard while you take in the horror that occurred.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Oh, you sorrowful soul, should have listened to my warning, for you might have made it till morning.</span></p><p dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Give up the fight; you’re a victim of Whispers Of The Hallow Night!</span></p></div><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" target="_blank">Buy now</a></b></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Here's an exclusive first look into the sample chapters of each story...</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><b style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times;">A Samhain Night’s Scream by J. D. Edwards</span></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDoxD15t3JLKyAkE3aVXL7oZQRZrlZ_Trd6GLGQa7hohccrbjxmZcZ2l_dh5lb9I5e3MhvI8FdBmHAyW26uex5DjgsAgBoRYOXCI1niX6zSdVk6HPsueNkD8FwgHW-gHx5UilXXUodFqh7-gR7zHEI4TKAQyIqkr1W4N5xrG4AYz2mP_DgFKgPEcAb0A/w640-h640/312994553_1167637903852579_3422393360737855389_n.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Chapter 1:
The Wages of Sin<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Hatred
burned in the old crone’s eyes beneath her hooded cowl. She watched from a
shadowed alley as boisterous teens traipsed through the town, disregarding
others and their property. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Vermin… filth! </span></i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">she hissed<i>,</i>
glaring at them in disgust. <i>Each
generation is worse than the next. They come here each year on my birthday and
defile my home with their lude and vulgar antics.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Dipping her head, the
crone reached within her cloak and clutched a ruby pendant connected to a
golden necklace. Within seconds, her aged infirmities faded, revealing a tall,
attractive woman with smooth olive skin and flowing auburn hair. She flipped
open a compact mirror, surveying her new body and dark, sultry eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Yes… very nice. Time to get to work. I’m not getting any
younger… yet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Stepping from the
shadows of the vacant alley, the crone scanned the bustling village of Pluckley
for her first victim. Her dress swayed in the cool night breeze. A waiter and
his twin caught her eye at Pisano’s Kitchen. She sensed their duplicity, which
she confirmed when one of them swiped another server’s tip from the table. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A sly grin played at
the corners of her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Oh yes… this should be fun.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Crossing the street,
the crone reached for the door when it flew open, and a hulking young man
plowed into her, knocking her to the ground. “Oi! Watch out, young man!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">He glanced down at
the crone, his lust-filled eyes lingering on her chest. “Oh, pardon me!” He
extended his hand to the crone, <span style="background: white; mso-highlight: white;">his gaze tracing the woman’s voluptuous contours as he helped her to her
feet.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Gripping his hand
with strength belying her slender frame, she exhaled a fine golden mist.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <i>I claim
you for my own…</i> The mist hung in the air before dissipating into his chest.
<i>Forget me for now…<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">On Jensen’s Farm by Brandon Ebinger </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1600" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhcDoLNtDSL9jLqqoBUg1eREr6kcCXh4ybSZZFs_x49690QNlPoA9Oy5ioVz3g6-qfEJHiLq88qyWepVIpylp7iAsQkbEVURsZntUwYikB-cf3S4dmFB_F2hE0PPY32aM9qpXyRxgoYwxNCihhwfSBOuA0HBPH8z2A4ocXzFZpuOHEbdfsbsjL3NhDw/w640-h534/mock-00937.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Autumn of 1690<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Somewhere in the Hudson
Valley <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> </span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The ropes cut painfully into Emma's wrists. Though her eyes
were bleary with tears, she could still make out the masked figures that
encircled her. These figures held torches in their hands, the flickering lights
casting a surreal illumination on the proceedings going on around. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Emma knew that under the masks were friends and neighbors,
people she had interacted with since she was a small child, people who she had
always greeted with a smile and kind words. Many of them, she was sure, she had
grown up with, played with as a child, laughed, and learned with. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It was, after all, a small settlement. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Beyond the torchlight, Emma could barely see the <i>poppetje</i>, carefully built and lined up
by the villagers as part of the ritual. They were simple things, really, just
bits of cloth and corn husk, with sacks of potatoes as rudimentary heads. The
craftsmanship was not very good, but Emma knew it didn't need to be. They would
suit the ritual just fine the way they were, and the ritual would protect
everyone in the village. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.1pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Everyone
except <i>her</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One of the figures broke through the circle of torches, tall
and strong, and stood in front of her. While the other members of the
procession wore their everyday clothing, this figure was dressed in a long
white robe, its mask more detailed than its brothers' and sisters'. Yet,
despite the mask, Emma recognized it at once as the colony's governor. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Surely he won't go
through with this.</span></i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> Emma thought to herself. <i>He, of all people!</i> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Surely he will take pity
on me and cut me down. We can always find another way to end this nightmare, a
way that doesn't involve bloodshed.</span></i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The governor started to circle the pole that Emma was lashed
to, intoning a prayer softly under his breath. It wasn't a prayer that Emma had
heard before, and no matter how much she struggled to hear, she couldn't make
out the words. Once the circling stopped, the governor pulled something from
his belt, something that glistened and glimmered in the torchlight. Only when
he brought the object to Emma's neck did she recognize it as a blade, the same
blade that had cut her countless meals of lamb, pig, or game fowl. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Please,” Emma whispered, gathering every inch of sadness
and desperation she could muster into her eyes. Surely it would be enough.
“Please, father...”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Forgive me, daughter,” The governor apologized with a heavy
tone. “I am truly sorry for what I am about to do. Still, it must be done.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">With a tear in his eye, the governor slit his daughter's
throat. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Dead Wait by Asa Swift </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2124" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nvWUduThw1znNV0DImGumzLXEMtkdxGQUrPNZRoZ1KG4UBl4eegoEt3J9PAM8sDbVS8t5CUc8VcBt1Moj7VPK0XPixLBVABQH9J5B2F8w-4MkugjF41XfST_Yn5dKAqH6gnKuCN3-OXte5OYgcuFJI0KFQb5cPuwNJ1v48EOVBilhLJXjeC7YfEO6w/w482-h640/mock-00972.png" width="482" /></span></a></div></b></div><div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Suicide<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Everyone knew Johnny Lang was a good
kid. Of course, he got in trouble from time to time like other kids in
high school, but all in all, he was a good citizen and a hard-working
lad. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Johnny was a senior at Mill Grove High
School. He played football for his school team, the Wildcats, and helped
his father on the farm whenever possible. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">In nineteen hundred, his great-grandfather,
Jonah Lang, built the family farmhouse. It was a substantial three-story
house to accommodate a large family. Many children would be needed to run
the farm in the future, and this house would ensure plenty of room for them. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Now
there was no large family. It had dwindled down to only Johnny and his parents</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> Other
than playing football and helping out on his father’s farm, Johnny liked to go
hunting. But, mostly, he like</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">d</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> to spend as much time as he could with the love of his life, his
girlfriend Christina Blanchard, who also attended Mill Grove High. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Johnny was six feet tall with a large
frame. He had deep blue eyes, the color of an island ocean on a white
coral sand </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">beach,</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> and wore
his brown hair in the new style that Elvis Presley had started. When Love
Me Tender came out, he began to slick his long locks back as Elvis
did. The pomade made his light brown hair dark and shiny. He was a
sensitive soul, but he hid it well lest anyone think him not manly.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">However, </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">what's</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> more impressive was the girls were attracted to his solid physic,
formed from the hard work of a farm boy and football player. But, as far
as he was concerned, he belonged to Christina and no one else. Of course,
he noticed other attractive girls, but his devotion was to her alone. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Convenstown by Draven M. </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1600" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZN4c3EFaJWNztQNVTFMm-KFoi5B_CrWIzVvGWHn9ZkoK6zQMq3ABnkPqPxjONigXdv9aEU-VpqdQ0Y453lZizxd70QDsVyWjR7qG7x1xVUa-11y4D24cpyLxYd30MdG03d5brLkkgBglRapeFjC1jLZ_XwTXT8tdQRvfAZ4N-ahHRkEI-s_fdeaUcuA/w640-h512/mock-00974.png" width="640" /></span></a></div></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Deenya Vaughn stared at the front page of the Covenstown
Press. She scowled at the picture of Officer David Hine on the page. She really
hated that man. The headline above his head made Deenya want to laugh out loud.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">OFFICER DAVID HINE SAVES THE LIFE OF
A YOUNG GIRL.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And in the
subheading:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-IN"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">CONSIDERED A HERO<i>.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Deenya groaned at the unfairness of it all. That case was
hers, and she almost cracked it. But, thanks to Officer Hine for duping her,
she lost out big on this one. She gasped and looked around the pumpkin patch in
frustration. Her feet were freezing, and wisps of fog came out of her mouth in
huffs. She wanted to toss the newspaper on the ground and stomp on David’s
stupid face, but the patch owners probably didn’t want her littering, and they
didn’t deserve it anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Deenya?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Her mom Elena called and came over with a cart full of
pumpkins. Deenya’s eyebrow raised in question instantly. <i>Now what?</i> She hoped that her mom wasn’t expecting her to carve all
these pumpkins. Unfortunately, she had been given the boot by Chief Vaughn, her
dad, and superior. Well, not exactly the boot, but he didn’t want her coming to
the station for at least a week. So with Halloween in the next two days, she
decided to head to a party with two of her friends. Tucking the newspaper under
her arm, she ran over to help. The older woman smiled and thumped one of the
pumpkins.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Which one do you want? Do you want them all or just one… or
two?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Mom, are you serious?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Surveying the cart, Deenya picked out the smallest one and
another that was easier to carry. Elena gently sat the pumpkins on the ground,
and with a hand on her hips, she gestured towards the pumpkins in her
daughter’s arms with a frown.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“But you know your father wanted us to get the biggest one.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Well, Dad isn’t the one that has to carry these big lugs back
to the car and get them into the house, is he?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Elena giggled silently as Deenya went to the owners and paid
for the pumpkin. All the while cursing David the whole way back to the car.
Thanks to him, she was sure that she would be doing desk work for the rest of
her life once she returned to work. And was convinced she probably wouldn’t be
able to work on high-profile cases again. As usual, her mom wanted to enjoy the
experience of having her daughter drive her around and quickly got into the
passenger side. This fueled Deenya’s annoyance even more, and she sighed while
putting the pumpkin in the backseat. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Where to now?” Deenya asked, getting into the car and
hooking her seatbelt.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Well, I have to go pick up my medicine from the pharmacy,”
Elena replied with a sweet smile. “Then I have to get the beef for the stew
tonight.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Yeah, Yeah.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Deenya sped out of the parking lot. She would head to the
pharmacy first. For some reason, she thought she’d need medicine for migraine
in a couple of days.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Tina Diarrhea by Ashe Woodward</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1337" data-original-width="1600" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtytXr8_q57bsbqUVf47pZFe5BRrbLSB2FTt2nJ_eNuOhdA_2e5hXgQ_F1sn-isCsZ3swy0_hwTlpeeiHthSv-XFBJF3WJ1dVm5-GVh17Eyay2Y0-9BHyksuRbjpJpTY7fNe2L4ZGq7RlxB3BnrkrFX8MXTNhrStrajrVInG8VO_fsKMqasX5KOwDqw/w640-h534/mock-00952.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Since their freshman year started, Tina had been
arriving at school early, knowing Jason Marman took the bus and always arrived
at eight-thirty. It was only a quarter after eight when Tina threw her
overstuffed backpack to the floor in front of her locker</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">
and</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> started twisting the dial on her locker door.
Her head </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">moved to one side as the metal on her headphones
pulled at a few strands of hairs and <i>‘White
Wedding’ blared in the earpiece.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tina jumped, and her headphones slipped off, but
got caught halfway to the floor in her frizzy curls.<i> </i>Someone had slapped her hard on the back. Then, </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">b</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">efore she could catch her breath and turn, she heard a voice.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“You know Halloween is still a week away. Why do
you look like that Diarrhea?”</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">It was Jason Marman. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tina had her hand on her hip</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">,</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> and one toe pointed to</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">ward him</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">, ready to lay it all out. Jason Marman had been calling her Tina
Diarrhea for as long as she could remember</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">E</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">ven though she had never
had diarrhea at school, her name only barely rhymed with it, and they’d both
officially been in high school for a full month. Hadn’t she suffered enough?
How immature could he be to keep her ridiculous nickname going for the next
four years? </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“Eat a dick, Braceface,” Tina threw back.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">But Jason was too quick, a master at bullying
and teasing since kindergarten. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“At least one day my braces will come off, but
you’ll always look like Diarrhea,” he said with a ridiculous</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">,</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> wet smile. It almost didn’t matter what he said anymore, his
high-pitched screeching voice mocked you no matter what.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tina felt her face getting hot and her lungs
filling with anxious pressure</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">, making </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">her want to scream. But instead, all she could do was spin one
hand and flip him off. “How do I look li––”</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">But it was too late. Principal Stewart was steps
away and had definitely not missed Tina’s flying middle finger.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“Excuse me, Miss. Do you mind telling me </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">what
has</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> you breaking </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">school </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">rules </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">first thing this morning</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">?” </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“He started it. He won’t leave me alone.”
Normally Tina wasn’t such a tattletale, but she was determined to not get in
trouble at her new school. Not yet, anyway.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“What’s this?” Principal Stewart </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">asked
Jason</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">. Her mauve pencil skirt
stayed straight and barely moved as she turned to </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">him</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">. </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Jason Marman put his head down and didn’t talk back.
Tina would have given anything to have the power to make him do that.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“Are you harassing this young woman? You know we
have a zero tolerance for bullying here, young man. Both of you, come with me.”</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“Thanks for throwing me under the bus,” Jason
Marman mumbled from the side of his mouth as he and Tina walked behind
Principal Stewart.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“I’d love
to throw you under a bus </span></i><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">anytime.</span></i><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">”</span></i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> Tina wanted to say, but they were entering the quiet atmosphere
of the Principal’s office.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> <i><span style="background: white; color: #202124; mso-highlight: white;">‘</span></i></span><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">Beast Of Burde</span></i><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">n’ queued
up in Tina’s mind.</span></i><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;"> </span></i><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">“I see
here you’ve both joined us from Northcrest. So </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">y</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">ou two know each other. Is
that correct?”</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“Yes ma’am.”</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Jason Marman was laying it on thick. Tina had
never heard him be so polite in his pathetic life. But</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> she</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> was thankful he’d answered first before she said something snarky
like, <i>“Unfortunately, yes. We’ve been in
the same class since kindergarten, and the murder fantasies have gone on for
just as long.”</i></span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“Well then, I believe this has gone on long
enough. You two are going to work together on a project of healing for me.
You’ve heard that song on the radio, </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">‘</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Heal the World, make it a better place?</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">’” The
Principal sang the melody of the title with a wide-eyed grin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tina tried to not to laugh </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">but
</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">desperately hoped she wouldn’t sing the entire
song. When she looked over at Jason she could tell he was thinking the same,
but trying really hard to not look disrespectful and get himself into more
trouble.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“I’d like a presentation that you’ll both
present to the freshman class at the next assembly. It will serve to both
welcome our new students and inform them of our bullying policy. We need to be
sure everyone feels welcome, don’t we Miss Jeneaux?</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">” The
principal’s drawn-on eyebrows were raised and pointed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Tina nodded back to her, wordlessly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“And Mr. Marman, I trust going forward, you will
treat Miss Jeneaux and all our other female students with respect for the
remainder of your time here and onward in life.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“Yes ma’am.”</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tina and Jason both got up from their chairs and
walked together to the office doors. Jason opened and held the door for Tina on
the way out.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“We can work at my place if you want. I have the
album at home and a whole set of encyclopedias,” Jason </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">suggested,
and </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tina gave a single nod with
her eyes closed.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“After dinner?” Jason asked.</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tina nodded again. It was the best she could do since she couldn’t
believe that she actually agree</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">d</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> to spend after</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">-</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">school time with Jason Marman at his actual house. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Purple Moon by Phil Hore</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1358" data-original-width="1600" height="544" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie9api3g6hOEB5vxjFu7fJ0kTbf4EXR35Wusi2MIJPJ-QGsYXWwelH-wCqbu8VfN5Pnwh2H84k04yvGilOtf5coHfq8rssmIB0ZHBVL-TeO-h0qjHVuo1cgVO2rQwfTCaf1HN8tI4kBbIdnlptH93Gyp2_tVCab0Y2uTeueWVQEJ83kdpW9w19bkFMHQ/w640-h544/mock-00947.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">1816 – Geneva <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">The rain outside seemed to double with
intensity, and a single, mighty fork of lightning illuminated the heavy clouds
above. A rare event had heralded the storm; a </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Purple
Moon that <span style="background: white; mso-highlight: white;">threw</span> its weird light
across the landscape around us, firing conversations about how peoples of the
prehistoric past gathered around campfires and created tales about their world.
This led to a strange little competition that would echo throughout the ages. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">I sat in </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">a dark room lit only by some
candles and a roaring blaze in the fireplace. Along
the far wall, a group of other shadowy figures
were also just enjoying the night and the fire. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“I still cannot believe there were really ice
giants</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">!” exclaimed
Lord Byron.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">I smiled at the poet. “I was there, and your
grandfather swore black and blue that he and </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #3c4043; line-height: 107%;">those shipwrecked with him</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> had seen giants walking around Patagonia. Just so you know, one
of Captain Cook’s officers also claimed to see the same thing a few years
later.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Proving he had studied the world of his famous
grandfather, Byron pointed out</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">—</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“I believe the French
voyager Louis-Antoine, Comte de Bougainville claimed he’d seen the bones of
these Patagonian giants, but believed they were just the </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">remains
of elephants.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">I had only recently met this strange group of
friends and found them witty and warm. The </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">oppressive weather would typically sour most holidays, but this party
had decided to use the brooding atmosphere to their great advantage. The poet Lord Byron was the one who
suggested each should come up with a horror
story they would later recount while the weather howled outside.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">The first night a young physician, Dr John
William Polidori, had told an amusing story about a vampire. Then, having
failed night after night to tell her tale, the very pregnant Claire Clairmont
had finally begged our forgiveness and permanently abstained, claiming she had
just been unable to think of anything worth retelling. And to cover her
absence, I had agreed last night to pass on some of the true stories of horror
I carry with me from the past. Some had become legendary tales or even stories
from mythology, while others were known only to me. One was about watching the
siege of Troy and how I had helped encourage Odysseus to enter the battle</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">.
Another was about watching early humans harness fire
for the first time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">When someo</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">ne
pointed out this meant I was claiming to be both
Prometheus and Palamedes, it was Byron who moved the conversation forward. “Storytellers should never be called on to tell the truth
because the truth is stranger than fiction.” The poet looked like he’d been
struck over the head and began furiously scribbling. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Tonight we got onto the idea of dangerous giants
living in remote areas as we had just heard a story by Miss </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">Godwin, the stepsister of Claire, who had taken something from
everyone’s stories, including mine, and came up with a tale that would still be told centuries in the
future.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">“It was on a dreary night of November that I
beheld my man completed </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">…” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It was a hell of a start to a tale.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: 6pt; mso-border-shadow: yes; mso-padding-alt: 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt 31.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"> On this
astonishing holiday, Byron, Go</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">dwin</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">—</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">or Shelley as she would become known</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white; color: #202124; line-height: 107%;">—</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">and the others had created not only the first vampire story but
Frankenstein, The Modern Prometheus. Of course, these tales would be
duplicated, </span><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">plagiarised, serialised, and reinvented hundreds of times. I personally like to
think Shelley had been inspired to create and name her creature after me and
that I had more than a little to do with Polidori’s vampire creation as well.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Mirror Mirror Minotaur by M. M. Ward </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1635" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoh_ActwLT1f8jyDFRVzZV4R-u8sMH4RzaJztdj2qRTN9sCijapuaKMYHz7B7K2yQYp456lbKGkMf4V-BPc-1UC2fpEwFwvcUKH0VGkOLc9CS4FI7DiPmB2v77IaRHULrWgeUsdnTP-N45S8C45Q_mYbCs2CojZscb5J4j_p1hRnb7HYOiDVuEeUSrZQ/w626-h640/mock-00970.png" width="626" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><b><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">>></span></i></b><b><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">The Beast<i><<</i></span></b><b><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="color: red; line-height: 107%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Minotaur Princess, Kiretana, rushed into the atrium room
in the center of the Minotaur Heir’s labyrinth prison, where he spent most of
his time. “Tauran, the witch found her!” The princess looked around in dismay
as he struggled to his feet. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Lowing in pain, he told her, <i>‘She is in the labyrinth somewhere.’</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“What did you do?” Kiretana demanded with her hand on her
hip, and head tipped in judgment, her expression accusing with her lips pressed
together in a twisted scowl.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">‘What did I do?! I
don’t know. I smiled at her because I was happy, and she attacked me,’</span></i><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;">
he mooed in the language of his beast, remembering how his One crouched in
terror, then punched and kicked him before throwing him across the room. His
clawed hand cupped his bullness gently. It would be bruised for days. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“With your smile, she probably thought you were going to eat
her.” Snorting, Kiretana laughed in a very un-princess-like way, then gasped
when they heard the stone door moving. “I’ll try to find her. Keep Mother
busy.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She sprinted in the direction where she could smell the
terrified female, grinning to herself because she was happy his Daisy was a
fighter. A strong and compassionate queen was just what the kingdom needed
after her mother’s cruel reign. She followed the scent back and forth as she
listened to the murmurs of her mother and her brother’s bellowed denials. After
a few turns around the circling corridors she was shocked to find herself at
the crevasse that led to her room. Quickly, she squeezed through the gap and
tumbled out to find her father and a wizard talking in her bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Who are you?” she demanded, halting the discussion between
them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“I am Oren Oleander. I came about your mother’s petition,
but find what she wants to be done abhorrent. It cannot be accomplished without
erasing your brother’s mind completely.” The wizard bowed to her. “Princess
Kiretana, if you are seeking your brother’s soul-half. I sent her to the home
of my mother’s family. She will be safe there until the autumn equinox.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Can you send me to join…” Kiretana started to ask as her
mother, and another wizard rushed in. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Where is she? Where is that common cow?” Queen Dejanira
shrieked as she glared at Oren. “Wizard Oleander, what are you doing with my
family? You refused my request.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Queen Dejanira, the thing you are requesting is too
dangerous.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“More dangerous than my son losing himself to his beast as
my husband did? I do not think so. Tauran may choose from the royal stable;
there are many heifers of high status families in his harem.” She glanced at
the guards and her warlock. “Seize them.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The king bellowed and lowered his head, pulling his daughter
behind his bulk as the queen’s warlock pointed a wand at them. <b><i>“Sominatosa
minotaurus!” </i></b> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Stop!” Oren shouted as the two minotaurs collapsed
unconscious, then Dejanira shattered a potion bottle at the warlock’s feet and
Oren yelped in surprise. Within a second, he was engulfed in flames. A few
moments later, only a pile of ash remained.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Seal him in a bottle,” Dejanira ordered, “And toss it in
the sea.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Yes, my queen.” The warlock scooped up the ashes, putting
them in a blue glass bottle, and retreated as two burly minotaur guards hefted
the king. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Put my husband in with our son,” the queen ordered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“And what about the princess?” A third asked as he picked up
Kiretana gently.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">“Put her in the harem. If she doesn’t choose a mate from
among the royal lords by the summer solstice, she can join her father and
brother.” Dejanira hissed, then turned around the room. She opened a secret
drawer and pulled out one of Tauran’s sketchbooks, flipping through the pages
until she found several of the common cow’s human face. She tore the pages out.
“Show these to the guards. Find this girl and bring her to me. She is in the
palace somewhere.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></span></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Baby by Sayali D. </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/Whispers-of-the-Hallow-Night-" style="font-size: x-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-AGkVpzmh5LMlFCpdXGsjgrl5XLY5M1a9-smWVoEhBZETvodGdLP7hLYjLCUmwFjQKYlxeqdzRQcXe9y9arX-QHFPs08KwxafXFL4OxBrnT_6iGPVeiW-0InRtf4MGTd2SrFcAlxIz8RoEdC8WE2eX8nKWmZnB5tpFr1YQ5CAFbM9QHjuETH4rmLsQ/w640-h640/313022722_777504740155555_6153008372433791378_n.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Trigger Warning: Pregnancy Loss<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Chapter 1</span></span></b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She was late. She had been for three weeks now. But she
wasn’t really holding her breath after seven years of dashed hopes. It was only
a few weeks back they had decided to stop trying, which is why this came as a
shock more than a surprise. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> She hadn't
taken a test and didn't have the two lines to validate what she already knew.
But knew she did.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Despite herself, her heart started to pound, and with a
shaky hand, she swept the liner on her eyes. Her lips were compressed, her
mouth grim. She had stopped smiling ages back. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But what terrified her were her eyes. Bright and soulful,
full of hope.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Taking a deep breath, she looked at the bathroom floor. Hope
was a terrifying thing. She didn't want to be hopeful again; she didn’t want to
hop onto the roller coaster of soaring ecstasy and crash into her soul-crushing
reality. So instead, she learned to accept her fate.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But now, she was late. Sooner or later, she would have to
bear the consequences.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She resisted the urge to cover her womb with her hand to protect
the new life inside her. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Suddenly, the hair on her nape stood up as she felt it, the
shadow always lurking behind her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She had felt its presence before, a dark figure just out of
the periphery of her vision. But she didn't know what the shadow wanted with
her. Why did it always find her when she had new life growing inside her?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And never left her until she was alone.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Again. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She squeezed her eyes shut at the unfairness of the
situation and dug her hands into her scalp, pulling her hair with all her
might. “Stop! Please!” she implored the shadow. “Please leave my baby and me
alone!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She collapsed on the bathroom<span style="color: #8064a2;"> </span>floor,
sobbing like a baby. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The tap dripped a staccato as it echoed throughout the empty
house.</span></span></p></div><span lang="EN" style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/s1080/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 700; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="95" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xuS1hrog-0ymK2GZ1JSjmEB3pudXY0QI5vdHYXbLml7Dbb_t8-oYnExxgU3LUseUYJ8jx46YAJX9WnZoRVIQ9sOvJLFnaLNJKM-v_qYK06oZxoFFgX68LBYbyNsRM3ohQdWXcwCAYnnP1DYy7mNXiJB4l3uO-tEFdA3Lo7hJx8nP1JHNE_PsgqoH3Q/w95-h95/Orange%20Spooky%20Happy%20Halloween%20Banner.jpg" width="95" /></a></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b><span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;">About the Authors</span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Asa Swift<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Asa Swift is a police officer in Indianapolis and
has been in law enforcement for thirty-four years. He is married to his wife Janet
and they have three sons. Ready for something new and having a creative side,
he took to writing horror, his favorite genre of books and movies. Born in
Hartford, Indiana, despite getting a late start in writing, he improves every
day. Swift enjoys fishing, firearms, cooking and his grandchildren, and of
course, HORROR! As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close
to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/asa.swift/ " target="_blank">Instagram </a>| <a href="https://twitter.com/asaswift1" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Brandon Ebinger <o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author
who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in
creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video
games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt
actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills,
The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within
the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is
at work on a new one.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/brandonofmillhaven/ " target="_blank">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/BEbinger2" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Phil Hore<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Phil likes to point out he was one of the last
children born before man walked on the moon. He’s worked at Australia’s
National Dinosaur Museum, the Australian War Memorial, National Film and Sound
Archives, the Australian National Botanic Gardens, London’s Natural History
Museum, the Field Museum in Chicago and The Smithsonian’s National Museum of
Natural History. Published in newspapers and magazines across the globe, Phil
is the paleo-author for the world’s longest running dinosaur magazine, The Prehistoric
Times. He’s also been a comic shop manager, a cinema projectionist, a theatre
technician and gutted chickens for a deli. All of these influences seem to make
an appearance in his writing, especially the chicken guts bit. His first novel
Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the
release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/philhore/ " target="_blank">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/Phil_Hore" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Draven<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Draven is an author who writes
paranormal/supernatural which includes vampires and werewolves, and ghosts. Her
works include The Immortals Saga vampire series and the Bane Werewolf Colony
series. She’s working on a revenge crime series of short stories and a science
fiction series. She’s a graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor of
Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. She has experience with
script-writing, comic writing, and game writing. When she’s not writing, she
enjoys reading books, specifically paranormal romance novels and watching
anime. She loves to listen to classical music, rock music, and kpop.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/duskanddawn907/ " target="_blank">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/Duskandshadows0" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">M.M.Ward<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;">M.M.Ward - Mama Magie Ward- Farm mom and author
who writes as part of my stroke recovery. My stories are a walk between shadow
and light. I write stories about and for those who have been through much.
There will be triggers for survivors, things I would wish on anyone, but sadly,
these are the trials many face in today’s world. Some of will overcome, some
will succumb, and I encourage all to seek help. Weep, cope, reach out. You are
not alone. There is always the choice... Become Better, not bitter. </span><span lang="EN-IN"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/mmward?__eep__=6&__cft__%5b0%5d=AZVurW3JbjmneWUzzb_ovHNLFV-WeO5gctTrja9lE007VJjbQrAnhuU9xIKReDRW67TlGBH7CnqecaeARddNbIqVy5gYcrVpEvkMgNYRczZSBRyDikT_SjzgrniYlyzTFmtbTA1kxnvMjpU_r-2E4BWv&__tn__=R%5d-R"><span style="background: white; color: black; text-decoration-line: none;">#MMWard</span></a></span><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/m.m._ward_penumbramine/ " target="_blank">Instagram</a> | <a href=" https://twitter.com/PenumbraMine" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">J. D. Edwards<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">J. D. Edwards is the award-winning author of The
Faerie Chronicles, Killing Time, The Soul Reaper, Dry Bones, and Indomitable.
His writing awards include The Charl Ormond Williams Fund, The Ohio
Genealogical Society, Notebook Publishing’s #IndieApril, and Lulu’s Share Your
Scare Writing Contest. Since 2012, J. D. Edwards has published over 60
genealogical articles in the United States and Great Britain, winning over a
dozen historical writing competitions internationally. Future projects include
historical fiction books set in the 18th to 19th centuries and
further fantasy series regarding Faerie and Celtic Mythology.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/twyrch/ " target="_blank">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/FaerieRealms">Twitter</a></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Sayali D.<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Sayali (who cannot pronounce her own last name),
has been writing from childhood, starting from poems and essays that won her
acco- lades to writing murder mysteries for her gang of girls. Embarking on a
technical career after college made her appreciate her world of mystery and
make-believe even more. She dove into romance as a teen and mostly writes
stories about strong, relatable characters who meander their way into love. Her
books also contain suspense and mystery, with a lot of plot twists that keep
the readers engaged. Sayali is married to her college sweetheart and has a cute
kid. She writes when her imagination gets the better of her and her charac-
ters demand to be written about. It’s the only way she can stay sane, though
anyone who has seen her daydream and talk to herself, will disagree. Sayali can
be found on FB, Twitter and Instagram, chattering away to all within earshot.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/author.sayali/ " target="_blank">Instagram</a> | <a href=" https://twitter.com/author_sayali" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; margin-top: 4.5pt; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><b><u><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height: 120%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Ashe Woodward<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Ashe Woodward is a horror writer from Ontario,
Canada. She has been writing spooky stories since she was old enough to type on
a Commodore 64. She lives with her husband and their menagerie of pets and
poisonous plants. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><a href="https://www.instagram.com/ashe.woodward/ " target="_blank">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://twitter.com/ashewoodz" target="_blank">Twitter</a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 9.9pt;"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-indent: 13.2px;">For more information visit: <a href="https://linktr.ee/EditingleIndieHouse" target="_blank">Editingle Indie House</a></span></span></p></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span lang="EN"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTbFkISydb1lcFn3tEq1UwFjz9m241B89tr8X0PVZ4ef6sA0NTEiOpFlQgN-faFvjf6_Y1ItDKo4CgAp5wOVCCV-9umqO6hZTMyCZ41BrYE6cP0PuZyc058prsul_quYw4dYTJc4EFgXkDmYF4DqGD6P8v0obS5X3W_fM5HZl5R_rp-BGnp6U_-b1kaw=s365" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTbFkISydb1lcFn3tEq1UwFjz9m241B89tr8X0PVZ4ef6sA0NTEiOpFlQgN-faFvjf6_Y1ItDKo4CgAp5wOVCCV-9umqO6hZTMyCZ41BrYE6cP0PuZyc058prsul_quYw4dYTJc4EFgXkDmYF4DqGD6P8v0obS5X3W_fM5HZl5R_rp-BGnp6U_-b1kaw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN"><br /></span></span><p></p></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-76770030550999915182022-09-12T10:16:00.000+05:302022-09-12T10:16:01.345+05:30Review: Clash of Storms (Legends of the Storm, #3) by Bec McMaster<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: center;"> </span><span style="text-align: center;"> </span><b style="text-align: center;"> Review: </b><b>Clash of Storms (Legends of the Storm, #3) by Bec McMaster</b></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6S3cNt9vSbl0D3MKcpH-8IcPl3BmN2fSkcjn55AXl0_XDwKqZibrePc4r2sjShSzIrXanLeSI3U7tuxBbKSt_TNnjzuA5-IztNrNuSa70-mN7MZvLy0z3r_VpGb3tpVxiuC9rWRSiBiwZU8UYT-CnrZAmlPF1Eo4ffBzBN9gf6XpIxrGBOc4Whq5Cg/s1080/Book%20Reviews.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6S3cNt9vSbl0D3MKcpH-8IcPl3BmN2fSkcjn55AXl0_XDwKqZibrePc4r2sjShSzIrXanLeSI3U7tuxBbKSt_TNnjzuA5-IztNrNuSa70-mN7MZvLy0z3r_VpGb3tpVxiuC9rWRSiBiwZU8UYT-CnrZAmlPF1Eo4ffBzBN9gf6XpIxrGBOc4Whq5Cg/w640-h640/Book%20Reviews.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">The old eddas speak of dreki—fabled creatures who haunt the depths of Iceland's volcanoes and steal away fair maidens.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Malin wants none of such myths. As a half-blood dreki, she's beneath the notice of the arrogant warriors who rule the skies—except for Sirius Blackfrost, the most ruthless dreki within the court. This dark prince watches her every move, but he's more villain than hero, and in her favourite fairy tales the servant never earns the prince's heart. But is there something more to the look in the Blackfrost's eyes?</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">To love her would be to curse her to a fate worse than death…</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">The second he saw her, Sirius knew her for his fated mate. But Malin is a nobody in the dreki court and her very presence is a threat to the queen's ambitions for him. Forced to hide the truth and accept the match his queen has made for him—to mate with the princess Malin serves— he dares not reveal his heart.</span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">But when the princess flees, he must find her—and his only clue is Malin, who aims to thwart him at every step. With danger surrounding them, they must forge a truce. But can Malin ever give this wicked prince her heart? Because, while Sirius's kiss burns through her like lightning, to love him would be to defy the stars themselves…</span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><b>Available at</b></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p data-css="tve-u-165daeb0ed2" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 10px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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If I thought book 1 and book 2 was a wild Rollercoaster, book 3 send me a ride on a dragon flying right into the storm.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Honestly, this is the best book so far. I don't know what is awaiting ahead. I've always enjoyed slow burn but this easily takes the cake. The angst, the mutual pining and everything else is just so good.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">I liked Sirius the moment I met him in book 2. I had a feeling there's more layers to his character than the eyes saw. His confrontation with Ardis fueled that. I also had a feeling if he wanted he could have caught Haakan and Ardis in the village. I wasn't wrong. He knew.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">So I believed there's more to his character. Sirius Blackfrost is someone everyone fears, he's the villain in everyone's eyes. But the worst part is that his true flame Malin believes that too. She doubts his intentions and doesn't realize the weight of her words or what it could do to Sirius.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Sirius is bound by honor. He's a proud male dreki through and through. Hidden under all that hard exterior is a loving brother and a helpless dreki who was caught in the webs of the mad queen as a young boy.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">He's ridden with guilt and nightmare, he's driven into the corner with no choice yet he keeps fighting for the ones he love and cares for.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Malin thinks the worst of Sirius like everyone else. She hides and run away but when the circumstances force them to stay together, she has no choice but rely on him. Only because she wants to save the princess from him somehow.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">But with time the two slowly come together and she manages to slowly chip at his hardened walls. They navigate this attraction but she's sure she can't have him as long as he was bound to the princess. The constant push and pull as they try to find the princess before Roar and others keeps at an edge.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">There are lot of politics and the last few chapters are a wild ride and a reader has to buckle up. I'm glad things ended good for them but the epilogue that opens for the next book is just wow. It left me intriguing when I just thought all is good now they have taken care of the queen.</span></p><p><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Can't wait to dive into book 4.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"></span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1g-ij8JcnWP07fk_ME-itOZRSLogPkfym_YgAh5sFGd866-2qRgx9b3Unb4Rrb31EJIa8ojOwyx9tVC0EtpI7DXq6ZjU8lbgz-QMjkAAj6cJuI7j4dSJ0SbAzEbzkHMXfmbtDVnpmj7sghwk7CWF0zGpP-f4rGMnBAg1kBVb8pU7HCnKEIJtDa47A/s266/5763301.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="177" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1g-ij8JcnWP07fk_ME-itOZRSLogPkfym_YgAh5sFGd866-2qRgx9b3Unb4Rrb31EJIa8ojOwyx9tVC0EtpI7DXq6ZjU8lbgz-QMjkAAj6cJuI7j4dSJ0SbAzEbzkHMXfmbtDVnpmj7sghwk7CWF0zGpP-f4rGMnBAg1kBVb8pU7HCnKEIJtDa47A/w426-h640/5763301.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Kidnapped by a dread pirate when she was a child, USA Today Bestselling Author Bec McMaster was raised on myth and legend, and offered her younger siblings to the goblin king many a time. Unfortunately, he did not accept.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Now she writes epic fantasy romance with a dark and sexy twist, which is almost as much fun. She has a secret weakness for villainous heroes, wicked fae princes and dangerous vampires, though in all her daydreams, she’s the one rescuing them.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Bec lives happily-ever-after with her very own hero and princess-in-training in the wilds of Australia, where she can often be found drinking tea or plotting her next travel adventure.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-weight: 600;">Escape the ordinary at <a href="http://www.becmcmaster.com/" rel="noopener nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">www.becmcmaster.com</a></span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Join Bec's mailing list at </span><a href="http://eepurl.com/F_LkD" rel="noopener nofollow" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">http://eepurl.com/F_LkD</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"> for all the latest news on releases, exclusive excerpts, cover reveals, and epilogues.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s365/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-40841914334920745502022-09-01T13:24:00.002+05:302022-09-12T10:16:39.878+05:30 Review: Storm of Desire (Legends of the Storm, #2) by Bec McMaster<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: center;"> </span><b style="text-align: center;"> Review: </b><span style="text-align: center;"><span><b>Storm of Desire (Legends of the Storm, #2)</b></span><b> by </b></span><b style="text-align: center;">Bec McMaster</b><span><br /></span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfZ02ZVWkC23NdqPiczJesA57ewEdQfp0k4i0URFtqd1abMCfZEgCVCjR_DXlpvdlh4KZjuazPGBHLRF_xI5fX5dbgks2SzdZeovempuPkX47zOlBzuACML0xKRrXc6sf5wfGEBUWJwj5YdFLYRCyCcwx57440d3edoLCIbR-U89ofddYnPsnl4zEhg/s1080/Book%20Reviews%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfZ02ZVWkC23NdqPiczJesA57ewEdQfp0k4i0URFtqd1abMCfZEgCVCjR_DXlpvdlh4KZjuazPGBHLRF_xI5fX5dbgks2SzdZeovempuPkX47zOlBzuACML0xKRrXc6sf5wfGEBUWJwj5YdFLYRCyCcwx57440d3edoLCIbR-U89ofddYnPsnl4zEhg/w640-h640/Book%20Reviews%20(1).jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> The old eddas speak of dreki—fabled creatures that haunt the depths of Iceland's volcanoes and steal away fair maidens.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Haakon wants none of such myths. For years he's searched for the beast that stole his wife, desperate to slay the golden dreki and rescue his precious Árja. He has sacrificed everything to find her—including his honor—but now Haakon knows the truth. His entire marriage was a lie. The woman he knew as his wife was no victim, but the dreki herself. And when he finally tracks down the deceitful princess, there will be a reckoning of passion and glory....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She came to him on a storm...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Long ago, Árdís gave her heart to a mortal man, despite knowing it could only end in tragedy. When her clan summoned her home, she had no choice but to leave—or see her husband pitted against her vicious cousin, Sirius.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">When Sirius insists upon a betrothal that will help him gain the dreki throne, she is forced to flee—straight into the arms of the now-ruthless dragon hunter she once called husband. But can Haakon ever forgive her deceit? And can she save him from a spurned dreki prince who would see them both dead?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Available at:<br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: times; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="bold_text" color="inherit" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #571c54;">Audio</span></span>: <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/audiobook/storm-of-desire-5" style="background: transparent; clear: right; color: #5ad3ce; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Kobo</a> | <a class="tve-froala" href="https://www.booktopia.com.au/storm-of-desire-bec-mcmaster/audiobook/9781925491654.html" style="background: transparent; clear: right; color: #5ad3ce; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">Booktopia</a></p></span></div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Review:</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Another wild ride full of adventure and action.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Book 2 follows Haakon as he goes in search of his missing wife now he knows the truth. With a trick or two up his sleeve, he manages to lure her from the palace. But his trick binds her powers and she's left as a mortal unable to anything.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">With her mating ceremony fixed, she's forced to flee the palace. She has nowhere to go and to lift the bind on her powers she would need Haakon's help. Hence begin the journey of this couple who would go to any extent to protect each other.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">This was nothing short of twists and turns. Just like Magnus, I disliked Roar from the get go. But there was something mysterious about Sirius and I was right.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Once again, the climax is full of pleasant surprises and fluffy moments. This series is so interesting and now onto book 3 :)</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"></span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1g-ij8JcnWP07fk_ME-itOZRSLogPkfym_YgAh5sFGd866-2qRgx9b3Unb4Rrb31EJIa8ojOwyx9tVC0EtpI7DXq6ZjU8lbgz-QMjkAAj6cJuI7j4dSJ0SbAzEbzkHMXfmbtDVnpmj7sghwk7CWF0zGpP-f4rGMnBAg1kBVb8pU7HCnKEIJtDa47A/s266/5763301.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="177" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1g-ij8JcnWP07fk_ME-itOZRSLogPkfym_YgAh5sFGd866-2qRgx9b3Unb4Rrb31EJIa8ojOwyx9tVC0EtpI7DXq6ZjU8lbgz-QMjkAAj6cJuI7j4dSJ0SbAzEbzkHMXfmbtDVnpmj7sghwk7CWF0zGpP-f4rGMnBAg1kBVb8pU7HCnKEIJtDa47A/w426-h640/5763301.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Kidnapped by a dread pirate when she was a child, USA Today Bestselling Author Bec McMaster was raised on myth and legend, and offered her younger siblings to the goblin king many a time. Unfortunately, he did not accept.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Now she writes epic fantasy romance with a dark and sexy twist, which is almost as much fun. She has a secret weakness for villainous heroes, wicked fae princes and dangerous vampires, though in all her daydreams, she’s the one rescuing them.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Bec lives happily-ever-after with her very own hero and princess-in-training in the wilds of Australia, where she can often be found drinking tea or plotting her next travel adventure.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-weight: 600;">Escape the ordinary at <a href="http://www.becmcmaster.com/" rel="noopener nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">www.becmcmaster.com</a></span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Join Bec's mailing list at </span><a href="http://eepurl.com/F_LkD" rel="noopener nofollow" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">http://eepurl.com/F_LkD</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"> for all the latest news on releases, exclusive excerpts, cover reveals, and epilogues.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s365/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-81290575765425106482022-09-01T13:18:00.005+05:302022-09-12T10:16:51.255+05:30 Review: Heart of Fire by (Legends of the Storm #1) Bec McMaster<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <b style="text-align: center;"> Review: </b><b>Heart of Fire by (</b><span style="text-align: left;"><b>Legends of the Storm #1</b></span><b>) </b><b>Bec McMaster</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigH_G_R6RhhguHyzP3xGBGWNhXuFvoXqOi9kAqGOjL4GZ5PK65G44946ACnEdzbt0e9YTKwICVCXO2K_gqt7WkQXG6HG30xIx5_fcQh1-HjUTJ8tVhiy2exT-LoOS__F9y79SF2x7OQsBEnGXK-nXA6R4TSPRobWV_T60Z9rlxvqOKpR68_s_mfgWC4Q/s1080/Book%20Reviews.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigH_G_R6RhhguHyzP3xGBGWNhXuFvoXqOi9kAqGOjL4GZ5PK65G44946ACnEdzbt0e9YTKwICVCXO2K_gqt7WkQXG6HG30xIx5_fcQh1-HjUTJ8tVhiy2exT-LoOS__F9y79SF2x7OQsBEnGXK-nXA6R4TSPRobWV_T60Z9rlxvqOKpR68_s_mfgWC4Q/w640-h640/Book%20Reviews.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">The old eddas speak of dreki--fabled creatures who haunt the depths of Iceland's volcanoes and steal away fair maidens.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; text-align: start;">Freyja wants none of such myths. Dreki seducing young ladies? Ha. They probably eat such foolish girls. But when the local dreki steals her last ram--costing her any chance of feeding her ill father through the winter--Freyja intends to confront the fearsome myth.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; text-align: start;">Sentenced to a life of exile from his clan, Rurik is fascinated by the furious woman who comes to claim her ram. She reeks of mysterious magic and challenges him at every step. He intends to claim the passionate firebrand, but to do so he must take mortal form. It's the only time the dreki are vulnerable, and with a dragon-hunter arriving on the shores of Iceland, he can barely afford the risk--but lonely Freyja, with her elf-cursed eyes and pragmatic soul, tempts him in ways he's never felt before. Is she the key to reclaiming his heritage? 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Absolutely loved it!!!</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">This book was recommended by a friend in one of my book groups. I'm glad I read it. I found my next favorite author to binge on. Bec's writing style is impeccable and so engaging.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Freyja's small village and the lands around it are ruled by a most powerful Dreki. When the villagers fail to pay the tithe as promised to keep their end of bargain, the dreki takes the things into his own hand. Unfortunately for Freyja and fortunately for us, he hunts her only ram.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Furious, she enters the dragon's lair demanding her ram and unintentionally challenging him. Intrigued by her courage, the dreki allows her leave with one condition. And hence begins our journey.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Heart of Fire takes the reader through a wild journey through the countryside of Iceland and the beauty of its mountains. The plot is intricate with lot of interesting twists that kept me hooked from the get go.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">The naturally woven humor and sarcasm is entertaining. Freyja is an entertaining character and Ruirk is mysterious but earns our respect. Well, I couldn't help but fancy him and had to remind myself several times that he's a fictional character.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">He's blunt, fearless and honest to the cote but also twist his words. The budding romance is refreshing and we too fall in love along with them.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">I disliked Magnus from the get go, but felt the pain for Haakan though he's a dragon hunter. Andri is certainly my favorite supporting character in this book. He's young, but his role is so well done.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Ruirk is so protective of Andri. Their bond is so delicate and goes deeper than just as a squire under Ruirk.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">The story starts with Freyja but as we read, the secrets and conspiracies unfold. The twist in the climax is absolutely my favorite. Can't wait to start book 2 in the series.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"></span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1g-ij8JcnWP07fk_ME-itOZRSLogPkfym_YgAh5sFGd866-2qRgx9b3Unb4Rrb31EJIa8ojOwyx9tVC0EtpI7DXq6ZjU8lbgz-QMjkAAj6cJuI7j4dSJ0SbAzEbzkHMXfmbtDVnpmj7sghwk7CWF0zGpP-f4rGMnBAg1kBVb8pU7HCnKEIJtDa47A/s266/5763301.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="177" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv1g-ij8JcnWP07fk_ME-itOZRSLogPkfym_YgAh5sFGd866-2qRgx9b3Unb4Rrb31EJIa8ojOwyx9tVC0EtpI7DXq6ZjU8lbgz-QMjkAAj6cJuI7j4dSJ0SbAzEbzkHMXfmbtDVnpmj7sghwk7CWF0zGpP-f4rGMnBAg1kBVb8pU7HCnKEIJtDa47A/w426-h640/5763301.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Kidnapped by a dread pirate when she was a child, USA Today Bestselling Author Bec McMaster was raised on myth and legend, and offered her younger siblings to the goblin king many a time. Unfortunately, he did not accept.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Now she writes epic fantasy romance with a dark and sexy twist, which is almost as much fun. She has a secret weakness for villainous heroes, wicked fae princes and dangerous vampires, though in all her daydreams, she’s the one rescuing them.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Bec lives happily-ever-after with her very own hero and princess-in-training in the wilds of Australia, where she can often be found drinking tea or plotting her next travel adventure.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-weight: 600;">Escape the ordinary at <a href="http://www.becmcmaster.com/" rel="noopener nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">www.becmcmaster.com</a></span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Join Bec's mailing list at </span><a href="http://eepurl.com/F_LkD" rel="noopener nofollow" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">http://eepurl.com/F_LkD</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;"> for all the latest news on releases, exclusive excerpts, cover reveals, and epilogues.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s365/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-53829162829287596502022-08-20T14:15:00.003+05:302022-08-20T14:23:54.839+05:30Review: Ex Marks the Perfect Spot (Wilde Ways, Book 16) by Cynthia Eden<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><b> Review: Ex Marks the Perfect Spot (Wilde Ways, Book 16) by Cynthia Eden</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUFn-6-Vj-bbu5l0IidkvgRlufyR_4Vx9up6ca16P_W_bwpZDSNGKISOE_hftAr5lFS-82dRS8Ea3Hq0-5J8vVLIqMwg29-KvfXHz-Uq1MhK9mFVipeSzGCDTugGHX8XvIv_piecmcEIklmyMpAuLul0GHFMAacB-QvfjE7879MXarrxRBqmNUnLkvA/s1080/Book%20Reviews.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwUFn-6-Vj-bbu5l0IidkvgRlufyR_4Vx9up6ca16P_W_bwpZDSNGKISOE_hftAr5lFS-82dRS8Ea3Hq0-5J8vVLIqMwg29-KvfXHz-Uq1MhK9mFVipeSzGCDTugGHX8XvIv_piecmcEIklmyMpAuLul0GHFMAacB-QvfjE7879MXarrxRBqmNUnLkvA/w640-h640/Book%20Reviews.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span class="a-text-bold" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;">He </span><span class="a-text-bold a-text-italic" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;">can’t</span><span class="a-text-bold" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;"> be the hero.</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />One moment, Chelsea Ember is sitting on a gorgeous, tropical island and sipping a cute drink, but in the next instant, she’s being tossed in the back of a van and spirited away. She’s terrified, desperate, and sure that she will never see her family again…then </span><span class="a-text-italic" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-style: italic; text-align: start;">he </span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;">rushes to her rescue. Her ex. Her gorgeous, hyper-controlled, heartbreaker of a former lover, Colt Easton.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span><span class="a-text-bold" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;">He isn’t the lover she remembers…</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Suddenly he’s knocking out bad guys and showing a dangerously brutal edge that she never expected. He’s fierce, vicious with the enemy, and there is no sign of the polished and cool businessman she knew before. But the attraction she felt for him since the very beginning—that scorching, consuming desire—is still there. Even if Colt does seem to be a complete stranger.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span><span class="a-text-bold" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;">Trapped in paradise, all their secrets will be exposed.</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Colt met Chelsea while he was working undercover. She never had an opportunity to get to know the real man beneath his mask, and he’s tracked her down because he wants a second chance with the woman he can’t get out of his head. When Chelsea is taken, he knows a boring, good guy won’t be able to help her. But the </span><span class="a-text-italic" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-style: italic; text-align: start;">real </span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;">Colt can. Time for Chelsea to see just how wild he can be.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span><span class="a-text-bold" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;">A lot can happen on a hot island night.</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />Danger stalks Chelsea from every turn. And her best bet of getting off the island alive? Her ex, the most unlikely hero ever. A man who is proving to be a complete badass as they trek through the heart of the island and dodge the foes on their trail. He’s savage, rough, and definitely not a civilized gentleman, but Colt is exactly what she needs in order to stay alive. As they fight to survive, Chelsea realizes that she might just be in danger of falling for him all over again…<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></span><span class="a-text-bold" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;">Author’s Note:</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;"> When you’re trapped in paradise, you need just the right hero to help save the day. Sometimes, the “right” hero is dangerous and deceptive, and he’s also down to do </span><span class="a-text-italic" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-style: italic; text-align: start;">anything </span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; text-align: start;">to protect the woman he wants. Prepare for some hot island fun and for two lovers who are about to scorch the tropical night with their passion. 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You can read the books in this series as a standalone too.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Ex Marks the Perfect Spot starts with Chelsea breaking up with her date who barely has any time for her. She just wants to move on with her life and have one vacation she thinks she deserves after everything that had happened recently. She books her tickets and hops on a place for the much-needed beach vacation. Everything should be fine right?</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">But nope...things take a nose dive before she could even finish her drink. First, her ex shows up in the island and next someone tries to abduct her. Luckily, her ex, Colt is there to save the day. But the dangers doesn't stop there. She is being hunted but she doesn't have a clue by whom or for what. She lives a simple life.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">However, as more incidents happens she has no option but to stick to Colt for her safety. But that is easier said than done. Colt was someone she thought she could spend the rest of her life with, but as she uncovers the secrets one by one, she realizes Colt might not be someone she thought he was.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">Her emotions are in turmoil as the situations keeps putting them together. As they navigate through their strained relationship, they must figure who wants Chelsea and for what.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">This is such a fun read and Chelsea is a fun character. She's refreshing and realistic. Her responses are witty and she's intelligent. I enjoyed reading this and looking forward to next book in this series.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; margin: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915;">I received an ARC in exchange for my honest feedback.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s365/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyf2Z060rduRbNd21dB7U76H6aQfm0wxUkglTsffODhGdidahE8bCL7HGSzRSSF7abqU0LLisdv5YUndSew1b9ge2FZgIzfYkz1djLO2KE_eB3MmAB7b4rcIuhwQV8dpBHc_doB3i51QbVf_dDn9UBXihVfJOyrHGt6U9MPxoR1jB_mgnbfJSksTt5A/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span><p></p>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-34416466775642689682022-08-01T07:30:00.001+05:302022-08-01T07:30:00.175+05:30 31 Quotes related to reading this August<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <b style="text-align: center;">31 Quotes related to reading this August</b></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Feeling demotivated and finding it hard to drag through the day? Reading can offer you solace and give you the refreshment you badly need. Here are 31 quotes to encourage your reading habits this August.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Read the best books first, or you may
not have a chance to read them at all. – Henry David Thoreau</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75SI34QYJLndZ5HKDCJRhJ2MDqO_7szT_BamI5J5Fa2BKXz2kIF0tkdIKkM3RbqzN_fIicadVob6NIpDZ3X-vGl-qF1neZb7U6pmdXGbGaCr_vKxU9HJTJSidZBjzI9lY5mOVMxFDdXF-pfyB8iORR-ylzNlh3L6r-7K0h61i1yJxcRcHf9yzdAFG1g/s1080/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75SI34QYJLndZ5HKDCJRhJ2MDqO_7szT_BamI5J5Fa2BKXz2kIF0tkdIKkM3RbqzN_fIicadVob6NIpDZ3X-vGl-qF1neZb7U6pmdXGbGaCr_vKxU9HJTJSidZBjzI9lY5mOVMxFDdXF-pfyB8iORR-ylzNlh3L6r-7K0h61i1yJxcRcHf9yzdAFG1g/w640-h640/1.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Let others pride themselves about how
many pages they have written; I’d rather boast about the ones I’ve read. –
Jorge Luis Borges</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3g9fcZYEes9LnHLrwtC-vEbBA-8oqKpEkh6jV0vWgXBumwgfCCHRqE8YkbfCpIaL3dHrjsvE5vqtuncmqhFgix-Lu8xOfYnlzNAd6AjjmabEK7zdQSS4q3R_o2YdpMtOzj9OSoqrqJ-1T_Addc1tbjzyVYxlerrPLCDZq6ZRgooUSnGjmrhP2PLAyA/s1080/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3g9fcZYEes9LnHLrwtC-vEbBA-8oqKpEkh6jV0vWgXBumwgfCCHRqE8YkbfCpIaL3dHrjsvE5vqtuncmqhFgix-Lu8xOfYnlzNAd6AjjmabEK7zdQSS4q3R_o2YdpMtOzj9OSoqrqJ-1T_Addc1tbjzyVYxlerrPLCDZq6ZRgooUSnGjmrhP2PLAyA/w640-h640/2.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A capacity, and taste, for reading
gives access to whatever has already been discovered by others. – Abraham
Lincoln<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WP46ZzR9kwkOoRveZZLXmOVq-YSc56TXOyRxO_YekrPgX2bftfMvdKPsmZiozXlq0b9oXkqLkYtP1tw9Eb14urXEMSERvQGSNGGNrUdekSN8mhjxmdOlfzcbDz0htgd8upJ0PaJlaY41ygGn0o6yMKDmpWFRh8PbmZGHIkmXr12pFVSidA25w1DkYw/s1080/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_WP46ZzR9kwkOoRveZZLXmOVq-YSc56TXOyRxO_YekrPgX2bftfMvdKPsmZiozXlq0b9oXkqLkYtP1tw9Eb14urXEMSERvQGSNGGNrUdekSN8mhjxmdOlfzcbDz0htgd8upJ0PaJlaY41ygGn0o6yMKDmpWFRh8PbmZGHIkmXr12pFVSidA25w1DkYw/w640-h640/3.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">People say that life is the thing, but
I prefer reading. – Logan Pearsall Smith</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0snQqfrcIEndGuxKdWqSUtfnRlsKgcoUhjm-ay0l_IyKcE74NRP6G-yDnW2H9z97sxtrR-22aAp1KdG2dHRM5udDHdEIjupCELZ7orExbuszTJJbhGc45DTP1AgA7SU0VD1diyqrBuYyzW4Jhqn0j3g5uyoKNAMxwl1KL-Rd3MEkTGyAoe6W7luUJlA/s1080/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0snQqfrcIEndGuxKdWqSUtfnRlsKgcoUhjm-ay0l_IyKcE74NRP6G-yDnW2H9z97sxtrR-22aAp1KdG2dHRM5udDHdEIjupCELZ7orExbuszTJJbhGc45DTP1AgA7SU0VD1diyqrBuYyzW4Jhqn0j3g5uyoKNAMxwl1KL-Rd3MEkTGyAoe6W7luUJlA/w640-h640/4.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reading—the best state yet to keep
absolute loneliness at bay. – William Styron</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNigspaio-qTSR8FGWJIi0FDCHqDMHg6e6SDtcoV7GbgAhRDkUp_caIK8_PK8Ckod3cNLOTltooqGAP_DCAo3S6gXqkfd7h_jF6zkY6gZkL3nhsHD52hnppSpa5cjrHcWeLTBoOoobBGJP7A6ypQlbIgodhGtNFvSMgQer60EfTvVA08CF9uo8mCzpw/s1080/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNigspaio-qTSR8FGWJIi0FDCHqDMHg6e6SDtcoV7GbgAhRDkUp_caIK8_PK8Ckod3cNLOTltooqGAP_DCAo3S6gXqkfd7h_jF6zkY6gZkL3nhsHD52hnppSpa5cjrHcWeLTBoOoobBGJP7A6ypQlbIgodhGtNFvSMgQer60EfTvVA08CF9uo8mCzpw/w640-h640/5.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The unread story is not a story; it is
little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live
thing, a story. – Ursula K. LeGuin</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwYMmZuUDA1wN7iZShqW_YD0G5mI3UMrRZPzDfK0jt0k_iyHXyK3ZlE16ptnjIYH59oJyQgfPQ6OlvyuZki1V2dPrWFtv7-0AbmzFuGePqdOJ9AWhSDBNijpMCkk9Mxr3SXizKrygHhBWkGHVEdEGoeLq4Gc2ZFiZC3Lnv_jDJUzcM7UqqW0g30fdZg/s1080/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwYMmZuUDA1wN7iZShqW_YD0G5mI3UMrRZPzDfK0jt0k_iyHXyK3ZlE16ptnjIYH59oJyQgfPQ6OlvyuZki1V2dPrWFtv7-0AbmzFuGePqdOJ9AWhSDBNijpMCkk9Mxr3SXizKrygHhBWkGHVEdEGoeLq4Gc2ZFiZC3Lnv_jDJUzcM7UqqW0g30fdZg/w640-h640/6.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If you only read the books that
everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. –
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CEJ6Kc9Q-mTy7Dmf6YVbqsjfwgNhKsxasAFw94jaq8_Dh1VEUKcKGYD6Hcbv1k8hQXkHu6l32SCuXYhiTYF_sBPcOsTGrF9HyOk6jJbsFICRb4Elib3PuupqVszA9TDEeFdwPhQ8uXZua4tvBp62WASdpS-AxyAPRBJ9L7C6zAfNWU-dygErApSZLQ/s1080/7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CEJ6Kc9Q-mTy7Dmf6YVbqsjfwgNhKsxasAFw94jaq8_Dh1VEUKcKGYD6Hcbv1k8hQXkHu6l32SCuXYhiTYF_sBPcOsTGrF9HyOk6jJbsFICRb4Elib3PuupqVszA9TDEeFdwPhQ8uXZua4tvBp62WASdpS-AxyAPRBJ9L7C6zAfNWU-dygErApSZLQ/w640-h640/7.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reading is an act of civilization;
it’s one of the greatest acts of civilization because it takes the free raw
material of the mind and builds castles of possibilities. – Ben Okri</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4I75pLBVfAdOmoQ6qanjngLYGM7sUdE6-g6GOgAYgwMtPBvEMEjO4o0KH2zvkn2hGYHTcufI69wH1YQc3ZHl34afed6npeWl8bl4aFiXyiYDNfhcjUlK63lLVQR-ox2AXtFp3-adryvEq3RzJS4rUOEAJdoMIH5PDjH3wFbT-_bXEnksI59i6HyXvg/s1080/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4I75pLBVfAdOmoQ6qanjngLYGM7sUdE6-g6GOgAYgwMtPBvEMEjO4o0KH2zvkn2hGYHTcufI69wH1YQc3ZHl34afed6npeWl8bl4aFiXyiYDNfhcjUlK63lLVQR-ox2AXtFp3-adryvEq3RzJS4rUOEAJdoMIH5PDjH3wFbT-_bXEnksI59i6HyXvg/w640-h640/8.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My personal hobbies are reading,
listening to music, and silence. – Edith Sitwell</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju067-UeSdi0tokmGgCKZ7SvaigoCJKYKBNxFBPhl3z6g1RJsODxypdpjSzaO2fz9JkGIMih2mG-r7vc1l1bV6RnrkckAmOMYuIauYjO889fEjSrcQcEOSDvf9emUbvdeRHX6-BvEW0Ip1q_fAEQSdo--FnlOnznmV4ar54F-zsFOYbiuWvd3dgGb22A/s1080/9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju067-UeSdi0tokmGgCKZ7SvaigoCJKYKBNxFBPhl3z6g1RJsODxypdpjSzaO2fz9JkGIMih2mG-r7vc1l1bV6RnrkckAmOMYuIauYjO889fEjSrcQcEOSDvf9emUbvdeRHX6-BvEW0Ip1q_fAEQSdo--FnlOnznmV4ar54F-zsFOYbiuWvd3dgGb22A/w640-h640/9.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reading is a form of prayer, a guided
meditation that briefly makes us believe we’re someone else, disrupting the
delusion that we’re permanent and at the center of the universe. Suddenly (we’re
saved!) other people are real again, and we’re fond of them. – George Saunders</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bUGUg689pYd6otEhnrGVsk1sUDwSd-chprHEExf6-PkN5SIXHnQ43A7qWMM0TXa14rY44gzn0GfnqGVcsZuooBSAwFD-YDUXJxCbPcn7JYZKpql2qw4NaENRBH4LZuFTwUWknKKgxxn_DX3JOqfQmRS1S3nr6w2CBJwa6ZJynbAYueG3AC41zL5GTA/s1080/10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6bUGUg689pYd6otEhnrGVsk1sUDwSd-chprHEExf6-PkN5SIXHnQ43A7qWMM0TXa14rY44gzn0GfnqGVcsZuooBSAwFD-YDUXJxCbPcn7JYZKpql2qw4NaENRBH4LZuFTwUWknKKgxxn_DX3JOqfQmRS1S3nr6w2CBJwa6ZJynbAYueG3AC41zL5GTA/w640-h640/10.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reading—even browsing—an old book can
yield sustenance denied by a database search. – James Gleick</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESHZHL0nkw7JJX67GMxqQUzKlPlCHcI-i8xjVGR2YAewaodvmNB00vsKBHfS1VrvcvGhCuBOsgrhcLNHlskth3WM93Rq42JFgAMgRaYrrgE9mac1HnduUC6d39bQ-MJHQ37rvEVoJXDcBEQ3MDuzKHr27n-pcli1bDlUN7fSGW3CW52CbxRKf2jmRPw/s1080/11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESHZHL0nkw7JJX67GMxqQUzKlPlCHcI-i8xjVGR2YAewaodvmNB00vsKBHfS1VrvcvGhCuBOsgrhcLNHlskth3WM93Rq42JFgAMgRaYrrgE9mac1HnduUC6d39bQ-MJHQ37rvEVoJXDcBEQ3MDuzKHr27n-pcli1bDlUN7fSGW3CW52CbxRKf2jmRPw/w640-h640/11.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We read to know we’re not alone. –
William Nicholson</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GVe8FUuh5dnrCiGL1TLurY-RBn_lf8REcuGcHEWraFNiL9s-HtrcgXVJ7lynoIOOH89ZbTCIZ0Ggsk7RiwM31pHe64Lc9RCB_fNVysFYy56bGwbJKQhKaPc94c4_mj7mjUcXRwLlSlU4bKgvkORmCFQNYUbHqe7_PKL15TWTlEBBEnZi7alpVy2tqg/s1080/12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7GVe8FUuh5dnrCiGL1TLurY-RBn_lf8REcuGcHEWraFNiL9s-HtrcgXVJ7lynoIOOH89ZbTCIZ0Ggsk7RiwM31pHe64Lc9RCB_fNVysFYy56bGwbJKQhKaPc94c4_mj7mjUcXRwLlSlU4bKgvkORmCFQNYUbHqe7_PKL15TWTlEBBEnZi7alpVy2tqg/w640-h640/12.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reading is an active, imaginative act;
it takes work. – Khaled Hosseini<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJlaw6Jnxa1-cqEaUTcI0jwFNxOQ8APpPBm_RYpGhI2I4eDnhcRSNi5nUfJfXy32dyPJP35PiO044nKpLTCr8E0ObV9vm9Zxqy4uIG4odnaQ4-Ng7E6TXB9dSO3gmrsEqejhjPxXBopjiVfxJRNJmFEd-QqocGFc3Z0_gwCVnCN7jP_tr8azUwsG29w/s1080/13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJlaw6Jnxa1-cqEaUTcI0jwFNxOQ8APpPBm_RYpGhI2I4eDnhcRSNi5nUfJfXy32dyPJP35PiO044nKpLTCr8E0ObV9vm9Zxqy4uIG4odnaQ4-Ng7E6TXB9dSO3gmrsEqejhjPxXBopjiVfxJRNJmFEd-QqocGFc3Z0_gwCVnCN7jP_tr8azUwsG29w/w640-h640/13.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I am reading six books at once, the
only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single
unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same
time. – Virginia Woolf</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcnQb6cOh4P5cYCHoR3Fb55_-tSzuVXAkjZebMzxabubrM25SnyF8NFgOE1YzYS1NlCM_r8N46Fn3j_zZVMMFAs87czjlNxL8ghx5owy_0Nhm-t4Ada9Xd7h38OsNZyAvRr0T75nwXYmhsfIp7EUHp97_xUGJXhKRgsCFxa9ft4WeJw9kBph3XDYdsQ/s1080/14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcnQb6cOh4P5cYCHoR3Fb55_-tSzuVXAkjZebMzxabubrM25SnyF8NFgOE1YzYS1NlCM_r8N46Fn3j_zZVMMFAs87czjlNxL8ghx5owy_0Nhm-t4Ada9Xd7h38OsNZyAvRr0T75nwXYmhsfIp7EUHp97_xUGJXhKRgsCFxa9ft4WeJw9kBph3XDYdsQ/w640-h640/14.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reading means borrowing. – Georg
Christoph Lichtenberg</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksWHngdWPRcsjZZqo_NhEQQzCAGPf40grOAbrsrmDTftkYVZygD6g4O2ZlkXQKM8LHd24jdYp3d7kzW_peo2FE79h0Sld-OgDhpNDJoCMHDUI7Q-MOaRteGe-RlfkKyNGyLtUmC5q_pn_MICnDZbLjatcjxPRzndVWdk2RNeL-GhICKihldxD5NZ3VA/s1080/15.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksWHngdWPRcsjZZqo_NhEQQzCAGPf40grOAbrsrmDTftkYVZygD6g4O2ZlkXQKM8LHd24jdYp3d7kzW_peo2FE79h0Sld-OgDhpNDJoCMHDUI7Q-MOaRteGe-RlfkKyNGyLtUmC5q_pn_MICnDZbLjatcjxPRzndVWdk2RNeL-GhICKihldxD5NZ3VA/w640-h640/15.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Salvation is certainly among the
reasons I read. Reading and writing have always pulled me out of the darkest
experiences in my life. Stories have given me a place in which to lose myself.
They have allowed me to remember. They have allowed me to forget. They have
allowed me to imagine different endings and better possible worlds. – Roxane
Gay</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLWppkyl7bzw-2rDspc8nS9MNRJukVex6AqNMEyFab67dMeGVLnzoMkVuF3pvFUUjXHNj04j_PXWco9sXSwcxAYPRWN6e_KiV7NfBTC6jad64an6qm3VJ2WoFCIh3FRvCNq7OxG_LnX6d-OGpL6F0_EimYeq7dau86i_O3gzgxieeyQ0T1RS_lOBGbw/s1080/16.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLWppkyl7bzw-2rDspc8nS9MNRJukVex6AqNMEyFab67dMeGVLnzoMkVuF3pvFUUjXHNj04j_PXWco9sXSwcxAYPRWN6e_KiV7NfBTC6jad64an6qm3VJ2WoFCIh3FRvCNq7OxG_LnX6d-OGpL6F0_EimYeq7dau86i_O3gzgxieeyQ0T1RS_lOBGbw/w640-h640/16.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Read. Read. Read. Just don’t read one
type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop
different style. – R.L. Stine</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FXO8-vlHelTlwdPW4mzyI5Ie9ZM5f8spom3GoB1orSK36jrjap88ngFxRJbSIGHrWi9dxU2ZysWOcRqQu2ewUC8JNOhzmLrRLnneTerkwvWudYBixI-5mujRsGdxCqFPNZZaW4Rxr9YSI1dfY3wqjn-ppIvxOMfASdBB9S4wZcbjVYd-vP2BX5RLKw/s1080/17.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FXO8-vlHelTlwdPW4mzyI5Ie9ZM5f8spom3GoB1orSK36jrjap88ngFxRJbSIGHrWi9dxU2ZysWOcRqQu2ewUC8JNOhzmLrRLnneTerkwvWudYBixI-5mujRsGdxCqFPNZZaW4Rxr9YSI1dfY3wqjn-ppIvxOMfASdBB9S4wZcbjVYd-vP2BX5RLKw/w640-h640/17.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The best moments in reading are when
you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things –
which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down
by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead.
And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours. – Alan Bennett, The
History Boys</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl5gPAR5_EQdfxZMI-nry90_Tmd7mKXY25l4O4_R2_19VmmXGEYMf13p6PpSepQAPd0ZqgMXrKHCvVbLf4DBBz7pEsq3DR-GHPxopuS0NcyUy6aMb0v50mowmXW_gyWL7Gr-PFetUC3uLaDMZhQM7ixhO89D635TlnC8W3pLJa5GJjaZ8ViGLqZzq6Q/s1080/18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl5gPAR5_EQdfxZMI-nry90_Tmd7mKXY25l4O4_R2_19VmmXGEYMf13p6PpSepQAPd0ZqgMXrKHCvVbLf4DBBz7pEsq3DR-GHPxopuS0NcyUy6aMb0v50mowmXW_gyWL7Gr-PFetUC3uLaDMZhQM7ixhO89D635TlnC8W3pLJa5GJjaZ8ViGLqZzq6Q/w640-h640/18.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It wasn’t until I started reading and
found books they wouldn’t let us read in school that I discovered you could be
insane and happy and have a good life without being like everybody else. – John
Waters</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7dA3RtWiCwEBrYFEkIfDYHg1ik1Qowt8u_KjjdgQB4Q84ueAnFop5_7UNzmQBXFnVMiTcf5Y0C6Qm5n1-T80IAiYhyLz0uZNZnRC8WP_xZ8Fj02xxaO7AgzDOPGn4OMPsDm7cgAY0mYm5VOeu9iD9_N-VpQLyBgOBAWQfsAgLNUqa-uY_k-7DCzM5g/s1080/19.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7dA3RtWiCwEBrYFEkIfDYHg1ik1Qowt8u_KjjdgQB4Q84ueAnFop5_7UNzmQBXFnVMiTcf5Y0C6Qm5n1-T80IAiYhyLz0uZNZnRC8WP_xZ8Fj02xxaO7AgzDOPGn4OMPsDm7cgAY0mYm5VOeu9iD9_N-VpQLyBgOBAWQfsAgLNUqa-uY_k-7DCzM5g/w640-h640/19.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Libraries will get you through times
of no money better than money will get you through times of no libraries. –
Anne Herbert</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWRl1qd8dMvVeQ4M_aCAEPooUs3DrHsP0YuhgoP5h_DNX6gZsz_kfCc1yJP9k7eoAa6tI0jzjXLHBj92S0m0horcknAmx3a0JNqp8cq1cYgdNVGpTLKAuWCg-xSiticcSNL-igOu5zuLtxccmVwi0SOYdTJX8E_S_XcGyq9NOIUmgSc3XWEPJpAL09A/s1080/20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjWRl1qd8dMvVeQ4M_aCAEPooUs3DrHsP0YuhgoP5h_DNX6gZsz_kfCc1yJP9k7eoAa6tI0jzjXLHBj92S0m0horcknAmx3a0JNqp8cq1cYgdNVGpTLKAuWCg-xSiticcSNL-igOu5zuLtxccmVwi0SOYdTJX8E_S_XcGyq9NOIUmgSc3XWEPJpAL09A/w640-h640/20.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Children know perfectly well that
unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are
good books, are true books. – Ursula K. LeGuin</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzwkvhik0ihtZQV6vdnPl9EQQQPRzgMUn5cIdLq0m5GFyTQDSKiX4OfsNXIxfjyhq7CZfCZ8yC9uhBnv46vzFgR0dkkpjwBzyqPYGcgTJwZJVHaJxlAzgiIAR1DP5k9fGAP1sJNu09XRVUy8e-hLS-mWVn1xgGhvTHBaEDo-d6gw39RqivZ18fs_zvg/s1080/21.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEzwkvhik0ihtZQV6vdnPl9EQQQPRzgMUn5cIdLq0m5GFyTQDSKiX4OfsNXIxfjyhq7CZfCZ8yC9uhBnv46vzFgR0dkkpjwBzyqPYGcgTJwZJVHaJxlAzgiIAR1DP5k9fGAP1sJNu09XRVUy8e-hLS-mWVn1xgGhvTHBaEDo-d6gw39RqivZ18fs_zvg/w640-h640/21.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A good bookshop is just a genteel
Black Hole that knows how to read. – Terry Pratchett</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJmth8tTMCrzql3ZSHRJwPE_CxS_gTlAwprsrGSoPQjRR6Ksddh-Rfxr_ro8P_g7EIAew6ZAqXrCFSEoVrtX6_tUVzSnWv2Lq5J0nXQRk5XxYg9tDxrMrtz0RUgG0LwY4aXSj4XSkNQKfpRYpnePRFuk2uzj8OOjTJ5zNrVUjmTkkKHP_mdioJfRhgA/s1080/22.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJmth8tTMCrzql3ZSHRJwPE_CxS_gTlAwprsrGSoPQjRR6Ksddh-Rfxr_ro8P_g7EIAew6ZAqXrCFSEoVrtX6_tUVzSnWv2Lq5J0nXQRk5XxYg9tDxrMrtz0RUgG0LwY4aXSj4XSkNQKfpRYpnePRFuk2uzj8OOjTJ5zNrVUjmTkkKHP_mdioJfRhgA/w640-h640/22.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If there is a book that you want to
read, but it hasn’t been written yet, you must be the one to write it. –Toni
Morrison</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8yyIoELoAWacsAlESFxUngv6lpEIEqpKaXU5s6mCuBBZoEFb7cwBabx80a2I09Q4yU_KLuxyT8i4R3gW_fP3ClsWO4nn91odh9wFlxhrxP0cGvoohWNl50k1JcwZsNzcZdIUYn-3NhWg3j4E_Z42dzlgU9k8GeF-Gxia-RyJ50NXD-AjUYBSU0M7uQ/s1080/23.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8yyIoELoAWacsAlESFxUngv6lpEIEqpKaXU5s6mCuBBZoEFb7cwBabx80a2I09Q4yU_KLuxyT8i4R3gW_fP3ClsWO4nn91odh9wFlxhrxP0cGvoohWNl50k1JcwZsNzcZdIUYn-3NhWg3j4E_Z42dzlgU9k8GeF-Gxia-RyJ50NXD-AjUYBSU0M7uQ/w640-h640/23.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Never trust anyone who has not brought
a book with them. – Lemony Snicket</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmf7O-DMM9ckLjhkQ_qdEP_GN9tvsElnZtz9-1U32RyPFw5YsMsy4-7GESfvcWSj192yR1mAr_NO9Smdqfh6_WRBSOOl7JQSamiEhzTYaYj54Fi0d4CvI9NlnP9dr7_hfqSdX2L48vFVxrwunGF_JD70104UhxGTjfgdT-TlKz2ZhQ2SdAuXtOJ0qONw/s1080/24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmf7O-DMM9ckLjhkQ_qdEP_GN9tvsElnZtz9-1U32RyPFw5YsMsy4-7GESfvcWSj192yR1mAr_NO9Smdqfh6_WRBSOOl7JQSamiEhzTYaYj54Fi0d4CvI9NlnP9dr7_hfqSdX2L48vFVxrwunGF_JD70104UhxGTjfgdT-TlKz2ZhQ2SdAuXtOJ0qONw/w640-h640/24.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">What a blessing it is to love books as
I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the
unreal! – Thomas Babington Macaulay</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBNaCufr-NcEDblp1T1lwjgZyIH_2C23cFoFoqLVFrgWNhpaHzdENSeMpsJlNA8XM3DCImr7_ITmWRQ1qXrLK41i1RVOk24bC2ekGRmne1bSEfbLXmIbVxekrHg8XxST-Re4q419tMxAndtdN2KQHWoUEhJJnp1OkDT5kaSjpoUL4qVHg9oWyZaxQ8Q/s1080/25.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBNaCufr-NcEDblp1T1lwjgZyIH_2C23cFoFoqLVFrgWNhpaHzdENSeMpsJlNA8XM3DCImr7_ITmWRQ1qXrLK41i1RVOk24bC2ekGRmne1bSEfbLXmIbVxekrHg8XxST-Re4q419tMxAndtdN2KQHWoUEhJJnp1OkDT5kaSjpoUL4qVHg9oWyZaxQ8Q/w640-h640/25.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Of course anyone who truly loves books
buys more of them than he or she can hope to read in one fleeting lifetime. A
good book, resting unopened in its slot on a shelf, full of majestic
potentiality, is the most comforting sort of intellectual wallpaper. – David
Quammen</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYtdLFuH37PRangqwQK9c95IXJJ-vcIVbSeB46aPne-i1iabzRFI9iLTWEW4wzeBcgR_-dDlt-Lip3RgC7jz8BQB_Bwlukva34EYCZ0xdoQzm0T9LRvk-LuefmduSOcHK-DSKy1wRT9RvIL4oVy5-XIKL0k7GJjWlyjlAVSBR0Nj8j8DLQcmqkQK1N1A/s1080/26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYtdLFuH37PRangqwQK9c95IXJJ-vcIVbSeB46aPne-i1iabzRFI9iLTWEW4wzeBcgR_-dDlt-Lip3RgC7jz8BQB_Bwlukva34EYCZ0xdoQzm0T9LRvk-LuefmduSOcHK-DSKy1wRT9RvIL4oVy5-XIKL0k7GJjWlyjlAVSBR0Nj8j8DLQcmqkQK1N1A/w640-h640/26.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I owe everything I am and everything I
will ever be to books. – Gary Paulsen</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FKXSqnC_SxY3bi3LVSErwplBs-Fi0VXlBT7qakDInIH5SL5H-VmaOhT0gJYTgoGHQVofQoY2z2qwoJq7iPs4d2QC2m_jO3OZS2EippyczhECijayju169MnzARHVtO4cY7-jno3ObhzslnoraiPLB9HDPKVELBui0cFl3ld9iQnQvgU86oKha63Jbw/s1080/27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FKXSqnC_SxY3bi3LVSErwplBs-Fi0VXlBT7qakDInIH5SL5H-VmaOhT0gJYTgoGHQVofQoY2z2qwoJq7iPs4d2QC2m_jO3OZS2EippyczhECijayju169MnzARHVtO4cY7-jno3ObhzslnoraiPLB9HDPKVELBui0cFl3ld9iQnQvgU86oKha63Jbw/w640-h640/27.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Happiness. That’s what books smells
like. Happiness. That’s why I always wanted to have a book shop. What better
life than to trade in happiness? – Saran MacLean<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aZ5vfjKuJOM-Krz3R7T3yIz4PQPH3K1SwNIlZ7DGx4hk-C6nim_iKXITxyvQn2IuYdIa5CCyqn1ZuzOpbw8kOpos2K2Hd-9pvtiVG42IdYzTuZFHTzOcRyt9AARi5d5iahAblQ-jfz649XA4NIBc9KkUCWXn2zvUhxp9444077g4R8NAtIpxuJuSmg/s1080/28.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aZ5vfjKuJOM-Krz3R7T3yIz4PQPH3K1SwNIlZ7DGx4hk-C6nim_iKXITxyvQn2IuYdIa5CCyqn1ZuzOpbw8kOpos2K2Hd-9pvtiVG42IdYzTuZFHTzOcRyt9AARi5d5iahAblQ-jfz649XA4NIBc9KkUCWXn2zvUhxp9444077g4R8NAtIpxuJuSmg/w640-h640/28.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Books should go where they will be
most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf,
don’t you agree? – Christopher Paolini<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoqm58GFp8qTDW3e3YwIzS81LqMCMYGL9yS7kYVfDFyZ3TB-Y4XrOPXHdIGxJR77kDgk64Wp-jhrDZ2V9E_-hriExPc5Y6laSpL95sBkqrNCmz3d1xPVy008sRooeJz3KUJXkCqek5ERZcS8JjaTAxEfjTIVyZ2XSLMSBg7lfnSkqHfXoyyRs2zVnug/s1080/29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpoqm58GFp8qTDW3e3YwIzS81LqMCMYGL9yS7kYVfDFyZ3TB-Y4XrOPXHdIGxJR77kDgk64Wp-jhrDZ2V9E_-hriExPc5Y6laSpL95sBkqrNCmz3d1xPVy008sRooeJz3KUJXkCqek5ERZcS8JjaTAxEfjTIVyZ2XSLMSBg7lfnSkqHfXoyyRs2zVnug/w640-h640/29.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Books are no more threatened by Kindle
than stairs by elevators. – Stephen Fry<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrZwc9LBOU9_ucsWS7n02j5k_49tuJMQ3aMp7XeL1zqUhprcoXubo50_XmDRTO1c6x-PojRzvhcX5-FTAyBI6_mdzF_GF5OvKySO_dLlhrHIjuQzF3ywQbTfKwQag1FqPgQtIU-WyBagMtwjUgYQnCVbSR6okBeRmwEAGmGZpKdHDdafbZ_6t0dZrFA/s1080/30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcrZwc9LBOU9_ucsWS7n02j5k_49tuJMQ3aMp7XeL1zqUhprcoXubo50_XmDRTO1c6x-PojRzvhcX5-FTAyBI6_mdzF_GF5OvKySO_dLlhrHIjuQzF3ywQbTfKwQag1FqPgQtIU-WyBagMtwjUgYQnCVbSR6okBeRmwEAGmGZpKdHDdafbZ_6t0dZrFA/w640-h640/30.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Writing comes from reading, and reading is the
finest teacher of how to write. – Annie Proulx</span></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd043kJpue2bJ5YpO6WfQQQHEN9xDZ1gxwIisEX0VIBSJ5oPsMWL1oqUIhn6PpGbYCmj3F-Gx9bwLo4VdB_tuq7CCN9QLjCIvmnd_NNb-YP3xVkGVzp7j_1fG0j-rhj5m4if-0SbHx-2LUsLFGhDotNtx5n-P6dTp1BU9QypbSQKbWlDY0taEYP8GcA/s1080/31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjd043kJpue2bJ5YpO6WfQQQHEN9xDZ1gxwIisEX0VIBSJ5oPsMWL1oqUIhn6PpGbYCmj3F-Gx9bwLo4VdB_tuq7CCN9QLjCIvmnd_NNb-YP3xVkGVzp7j_1fG0j-rhj5m4if-0SbHx-2LUsLFGhDotNtx5n-P6dTp1BU9QypbSQKbWlDY0taEYP8GcA/w640-h640/31.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZjDyxUmXgMWCkZDOMlDkLasU5qQf4OGVKmBLSLYFwf2xpNuxLVG7z379Qp9xoDSC-_S2Lhkh0uKusgWnGyP7YOelMToAiGucBx5HZ4p3GYBujt3RfTwobIk09QqdJ7w1xJ0g670YfLhAw8dSCHiluKtKWwMu6ulMNr5hURansJOIMu_bZR0S0k5C1w/s365/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZjDyxUmXgMWCkZDOMlDkLasU5qQf4OGVKmBLSLYFwf2xpNuxLVG7z379Qp9xoDSC-_S2Lhkh0uKusgWnGyP7YOelMToAiGucBx5HZ4p3GYBujt3RfTwobIk09QqdJ7w1xJ0g670YfLhAw8dSCHiluKtKWwMu6ulMNr5hURansJOIMu_bZR0S0k5C1w/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-47106824274006518922022-07-02T21:30:00.004+05:302022-07-02T21:30:31.838+05:30 31 Quotes related to reading this July<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <b style="text-align: center;">31 Quotes related to reading this July</b></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reading is escape into another world. Here are 31 quotes to encourage your reading habits this July.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">1. A peasant that reads is a prince in
waiting. – Walter Mosley</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Vp7DxIk6_TubAufQzTjz_PDeqztzlf4e27SlQ3elTy1accqze3BgMnKCqYI-qJ0BCfsGf2fHE3Ky3t4CAloPwbe8I89GQU2v4d1qCBieB0eiMcVG9MWngqK5tJAqlYNS8V4u8_0l-TLitWgpYoV0qS4kfpp3bmsB-BonRzSatasBjArf0n0_rqBzHg/s1080/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Vp7DxIk6_TubAufQzTjz_PDeqztzlf4e27SlQ3elTy1accqze3BgMnKCqYI-qJ0BCfsGf2fHE3Ky3t4CAloPwbe8I89GQU2v4d1qCBieB0eiMcVG9MWngqK5tJAqlYNS8V4u8_0l-TLitWgpYoV0qS4kfpp3bmsB-BonRzSatasBjArf0n0_rqBzHg/w640-h640/1.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">2. <span style="text-align: left;">A word after a word after a word is
power. – Margaret Atwood</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRN04892DLXQwyKZfZFQ0uex1LtsdMJ-nQyEhaNwRB2ROMsghrCpOSSQa6y2od4eVnve-t0vl53oXMRBWznlso4UNVvSKuTjpSbpGqkkA8S2AKwIc27uOUc3fUaa0qN2xD26bL-S58BJ_ICJEMZhY2QCmZ7kh0clGFz9VaoIUA8RK6437Xufbtch84nQ/s1080/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRN04892DLXQwyKZfZFQ0uex1LtsdMJ-nQyEhaNwRB2ROMsghrCpOSSQa6y2od4eVnve-t0vl53oXMRBWznlso4UNVvSKuTjpSbpGqkkA8S2AKwIc27uOUc3fUaa0qN2xD26bL-S58BJ_ICJEMZhY2QCmZ7kh0clGFz9VaoIUA8RK6437Xufbtch84nQ/w640-h640/2.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">3. <span style="text-align: left;">Only a generation of readers will spawn a
generation of writers. – Steven Spielberg</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0JSHt_EwTkENuo7Ox_qsyBhaqoFmboGAv-EnFkgOPldZ6gdj21d9HUUGSa_b_R3XkL8-2bdV0tMYnR7QRSlD-3-gv8pMeTO7-on_7OzGqODP42NGl3L3nQA9CQf0GP7d8XbQSx-LebxB-kC4UptSfG58bpV4vodOpq6l1Z5YZyGBCJx2R92csWfUmg/s1080/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg0JSHt_EwTkENuo7Ox_qsyBhaqoFmboGAv-EnFkgOPldZ6gdj21d9HUUGSa_b_R3XkL8-2bdV0tMYnR7QRSlD-3-gv8pMeTO7-on_7OzGqODP42NGl3L3nQA9CQf0GP7d8XbQSx-LebxB-kC4UptSfG58bpV4vodOpq6l1Z5YZyGBCJx2R92csWfUmg/w640-h640/3.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">4. <span style="text-align: left;">Reading furnishes the mind only with
materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours. – John
Locke</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwW4nohaBkL78-NwEtNbVYghTW9DIXjblSlO2zxXqmIhyQpAb8R033Dh2YtYo-69hwR4r4zcdTUIoqCRrkS_re6cNPSKtIcdGgGCPyDAbRuFHGOJLcyJAPLmm-ZybzLqwus9RFtBPlfNf-fPvxGLekoejz5tiwa83WBPCRVLk0ytV0B7u0NNDBQLPnhQ/s1080/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwW4nohaBkL78-NwEtNbVYghTW9DIXjblSlO2zxXqmIhyQpAb8R033Dh2YtYo-69hwR4r4zcdTUIoqCRrkS_re6cNPSKtIcdGgGCPyDAbRuFHGOJLcyJAPLmm-ZybzLqwus9RFtBPlfNf-fPvxGLekoejz5tiwa83WBPCRVLk0ytV0B7u0NNDBQLPnhQ/w640-h640/4.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">5. Read, read, read. Read everything —
trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter
who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then
write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.
– William Faulkner</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeREtfDokUw0PXb-Ld9bxN4kEDuWuKUoDEurzMMdtamt_swNXZdZcUxdWlY3HXJ9valjdsZGg1CR4XRVLyFISU3d7-dcvIPMnDSyPXw1gjlI9a6gqk8Bk6cc8W3bPHyifIGYncDRDm2L_0qJgiyihGWMO8nWIuHu0SsxSl2OiYJYHyhG8XtxNttEdaTg/s1080/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeREtfDokUw0PXb-Ld9bxN4kEDuWuKUoDEurzMMdtamt_swNXZdZcUxdWlY3HXJ9valjdsZGg1CR4XRVLyFISU3d7-dcvIPMnDSyPXw1gjlI9a6gqk8Bk6cc8W3bPHyifIGYncDRDm2L_0qJgiyihGWMO8nWIuHu0SsxSl2OiYJYHyhG8XtxNttEdaTg/w640-h640/5.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">6. Once you have read a book you care
about, some part of it is always with you. – Louis L’Amour</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH57HHIHuCoM-dcS7NMHO1G_GLr_tpNIAFMhWMe-PMx4k2O34166ZIdeO76ohXoF_laV7DwphSf-3Z2EXnr_tkjhdjAtxfSDp71KpLLCBQWKlkLKfT2Z3vGKNSJbRoIPk0vLLTC7hrL-FWbjphwURXfU5RfiKqDkjjm8nLhLaisRwsgy9wiPvi1COUAA/s1080/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH57HHIHuCoM-dcS7NMHO1G_GLr_tpNIAFMhWMe-PMx4k2O34166ZIdeO76ohXoF_laV7DwphSf-3Z2EXnr_tkjhdjAtxfSDp71KpLLCBQWKlkLKfT2Z3vGKNSJbRoIPk0vLLTC7hrL-FWbjphwURXfU5RfiKqDkjjm8nLhLaisRwsgy9wiPvi1COUAA/w640-h640/6.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">7. Reading is departure and arrival. –
Terri Guillemets</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvQyIjGY9muentO3GUlKsGozcZ3oDdLZXiQny2Qdy5W_riuwcpyefXvKF2pyIG2GBKMpP7lqvFcPOjXHALzX7sIZE5DZcGKY_hrdmVNeeMxPqkGitpiCRR6UKZF6omHIVjm17uJQvSVCYCK8laBRIP11l51iBFFXS6591MsR3Xk5wCsV4y26O2Trv6Q/s1080/7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvQyIjGY9muentO3GUlKsGozcZ3oDdLZXiQny2Qdy5W_riuwcpyefXvKF2pyIG2GBKMpP7lqvFcPOjXHALzX7sIZE5DZcGKY_hrdmVNeeMxPqkGitpiCRR6UKZF6omHIVjm17uJQvSVCYCK8laBRIP11l51iBFFXS6591MsR3Xk5wCsV4y26O2Trv6Q/w640-h640/7.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">8. Not all readers are leaders, but all
leaders are readers. – President Harry Truman</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0NkadSK4K6StDQBg53lybYg_eC-wGJ6neS00D5HvpsCeByvs4rb6627ee-EdGC2t0H6ThQNkPXoriovZglT0r05XPdrWXkL6HoqrDxla-S8ElrYJzRsuF5QgU-dD3TZHBcNBjb84FzSRZMDCJX-fS65lvI4XAmV8nKAIMpkBgDwIQesl4WpxiZH9Nw/s1080/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH0NkadSK4K6StDQBg53lybYg_eC-wGJ6neS00D5HvpsCeByvs4rb6627ee-EdGC2t0H6ThQNkPXoriovZglT0r05XPdrWXkL6HoqrDxla-S8ElrYJzRsuF5QgU-dD3TZHBcNBjb84FzSRZMDCJX-fS65lvI4XAmV8nKAIMpkBgDwIQesl4WpxiZH9Nw/w640-h640/8.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">9. Reading is escape, and the opposite of
escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things
up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a
day that’s all too real. – Nora Ephron</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9e4OG-rTOQPLqlAZUz84h6ZMVYKjkx-o2qy7GIez3Zw3bq4lMurVlgMhEJmrnCJa_zuaNVer8mTSV6dXfCBtYV3nDEDfXmdMWkEoltDi1ifDJY8hPZ-xovQP1jisMTRPwZAbZU0G6rHW9Fk1jses4paLep085sBUXkDSvaSX7Cb7lzGB12vXczYq1vg/s1080/9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9e4OG-rTOQPLqlAZUz84h6ZMVYKjkx-o2qy7GIez3Zw3bq4lMurVlgMhEJmrnCJa_zuaNVer8mTSV6dXfCBtYV3nDEDfXmdMWkEoltDi1ifDJY8hPZ-xovQP1jisMTRPwZAbZU0G6rHW9Fk1jses4paLep085sBUXkDSvaSX7Cb7lzGB12vXczYq1vg/w640-h640/9.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">10. <span style="text-align: left;">A truly great book should be read in
youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be
seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight. – Robertson Davies</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZYEjtGyaDZ_3MbcBTLmh2g323ekmTirbVR7blLtQ6WrffXQd_0iGaRNlDVyfSP4aePks1ZKNmz6z7ys-U9JcNZLAdO6fw0pbkHhnzkMtq-4JytatoTwQwBv33wHTLz_jXkpXSwsjiriM2iUSFqmNZm0-wVOAtwjLt7wMhvpofywEDW5GJOJavsRPQQ/s1080/10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZYEjtGyaDZ_3MbcBTLmh2g323ekmTirbVR7blLtQ6WrffXQd_0iGaRNlDVyfSP4aePks1ZKNmz6z7ys-U9JcNZLAdO6fw0pbkHhnzkMtq-4JytatoTwQwBv33wHTLz_jXkpXSwsjiriM2iUSFqmNZm0-wVOAtwjLt7wMhvpofywEDW5GJOJavsRPQQ/w640-h640/10.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">11. <span style="text-align: left;">Leaders are always readers. – Kevin
Trudeau</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkBOzzDH4-rw3ArRT0-JJ6RASo5VBtR5eaI2qSs7-CeG2XEyQjWrcQY56emPOinHdQbPFYV34Y0muiogcmugmVBVQ-IwmVAvKX8KBUxZ3Ud4oxlY9mHY85NVF5vdQpD_oO69eBWswZInyUx2U22oel94lU_cFaxpyVNCSndciqUhxDdIZuSBBi7_x-w/s1080/11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkBOzzDH4-rw3ArRT0-JJ6RASo5VBtR5eaI2qSs7-CeG2XEyQjWrcQY56emPOinHdQbPFYV34Y0muiogcmugmVBVQ-IwmVAvKX8KBUxZ3Ud4oxlY9mHY85NVF5vdQpD_oO69eBWswZInyUx2U22oel94lU_cFaxpyVNCSndciqUhxDdIZuSBBi7_x-w/w640-h640/11.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">12. <span style="text-align: left;">Books are everywhere; and always the
same sense of adventure fills us. Second-hand books are wild books, homeless
books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a
charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack. – Virginia Woolf,
Street Haunting</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zDm5DdOM4udeZVd9vPFO0oH2e2vJoW7I2a4qn0xGM3x-8lqKgyBNwnlcVKWka1DqLtE52hIXLFpXy3VGKROV2NJ2WjrnIEFxjJQU-DqIoOKcCcIvETxX-ZSzvlf1gk9OYIO97zHWTGfhyGhOmGY4RJ6fmZMRJ4BLHUIoy-CsLpk820O7af7VS-DWsw/s1080/12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zDm5DdOM4udeZVd9vPFO0oH2e2vJoW7I2a4qn0xGM3x-8lqKgyBNwnlcVKWka1DqLtE52hIXLFpXy3VGKROV2NJ2WjrnIEFxjJQU-DqIoOKcCcIvETxX-ZSzvlf1gk9OYIO97zHWTGfhyGhOmGY4RJ6fmZMRJ4BLHUIoy-CsLpk820O7af7VS-DWsw/w640-h640/12.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">13. <span style="text-align: left;">Never put off till tomorrow the book
you can read today. – Holbrook Jackson</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7Z5-FbXj-ziOeVXmT2AyL6MgIwCTTIq6yGze8665vc1D0ofL-mZFiP3HB-ugVB7evt30orziUuh2Mv9vxFkqN06QchFjd-PQPO8UnViz7c6J2ojgvWChjKueCg7H5Z7eEo6GUs5YBhDRaUIcDctcsAR7NHgpz4N9yMdYAt5TkJUPfHhSXePNOuTBZw/s1080/13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7Z5-FbXj-ziOeVXmT2AyL6MgIwCTTIq6yGze8665vc1D0ofL-mZFiP3HB-ugVB7evt30orziUuh2Mv9vxFkqN06QchFjd-PQPO8UnViz7c6J2ojgvWChjKueCg7H5Z7eEo6GUs5YBhDRaUIcDctcsAR7NHgpz4N9yMdYAt5TkJUPfHhSXePNOuTBZw/w640-h640/13.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">14. <span style="text-align: left;">Think of this – that the writer wrote
alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. – A.S.
Byatt, Possession</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqJd9jZBPZICZt23d-Fzm1FEjpjzujlPikd594xbqLK5m8LQIE9ZaugiRijovy5k-MOae1GEY_bw5DbaUsbFh1eVsmU5tTIDD5kqtQZgyYPSrEE_6DW6x2slALOIVS8ydEi0aFTyMMxaCyFmY0EDS589wkfDGETkW0CYM800FP5CtcPS4tCtxQbwYAg/s1080/14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqJd9jZBPZICZt23d-Fzm1FEjpjzujlPikd594xbqLK5m8LQIE9ZaugiRijovy5k-MOae1GEY_bw5DbaUsbFh1eVsmU5tTIDD5kqtQZgyYPSrEE_6DW6x2slALOIVS8ydEi0aFTyMMxaCyFmY0EDS589wkfDGETkW0CYM800FP5CtcPS4tCtxQbwYAg/w640-h640/14.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">15. If you stop to think about it, you’ll
have to admit that all the stories in the world consist essentially of
twenty-six letters. The letters are always the same, only the arrangement
varies. From letters words are formed, from words sentences, from sentences
chapters, and from chapters stories. – Michael Ende</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislHBdrbh2IboigSSFU0TlZnzAnnO8U30HgLTnQEHJHmBNdaRxDGRtep3UQYBgL-7ooZfNssxi0k04oyohdu2jeY2HGfjTt8BJBy4iAfVLF-Y2xV7DCIQrH68-1pXbl_8I30a0TR9ms2rtMk4L_ydsZFRQOgz3YTd6S2RGDz6YDy-VMnHiqquHFZl5JQ/s1080/15.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislHBdrbh2IboigSSFU0TlZnzAnnO8U30HgLTnQEHJHmBNdaRxDGRtep3UQYBgL-7ooZfNssxi0k04oyohdu2jeY2HGfjTt8BJBy4iAfVLF-Y2xV7DCIQrH68-1pXbl_8I30a0TR9ms2rtMk4L_ydsZFRQOgz3YTd6S2RGDz6YDy-VMnHiqquHFZl5JQ/w640-h640/15.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">16. She is too fond of books, and it has turned her
brain. – Louisa May Alcott</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CrY9PAFGFzu33vMzBXva9Vb8ebrvWGJXrpPfeOBaZKcfVIfaFK-aS4jXgOGAiiQmfUGhyxc_02M15jry65_PnCfgdySfxc9jlcT0t_ue_j8n3oJpyjyPe1-WJNfcOYLNv6nY9wdWln_3syrXl_4M9eZlf7HqW-0INDI_77Q-Y7P3EwGfak8JNXdZqA/s1080/16.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CrY9PAFGFzu33vMzBXva9Vb8ebrvWGJXrpPfeOBaZKcfVIfaFK-aS4jXgOGAiiQmfUGhyxc_02M15jry65_PnCfgdySfxc9jlcT0t_ue_j8n3oJpyjyPe1-WJNfcOYLNv6nY9wdWln_3syrXl_4M9eZlf7HqW-0INDI_77Q-Y7P3EwGfak8JNXdZqA/w640-h640/16.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">17. <span style="text-align: left;">If one cannot enjoy reading a book
over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all. – Oscar Wilde</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9IwOaLTvVQn62Ae4j4yooz3QaEBKSUrkd9-TJu-i_93tDVt3GFCjNUsNjMoD5Yn2k0x8K7XsQMOAdqXMyt2aK4K1fzvWthQ-xlsXPpynDovh-9Y4GdC-57G_enAWGfBs0SaARJ23ZgMP9iUbEZb2S_uF7aOFzV778Sp5fnqzN-L2BXMHXsXco4DM-Q/s1080/17.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9IwOaLTvVQn62Ae4j4yooz3QaEBKSUrkd9-TJu-i_93tDVt3GFCjNUsNjMoD5Yn2k0x8K7XsQMOAdqXMyt2aK4K1fzvWthQ-xlsXPpynDovh-9Y4GdC-57G_enAWGfBs0SaARJ23ZgMP9iUbEZb2S_uF7aOFzV778Sp5fnqzN-L2BXMHXsXco4DM-Q/w640-h640/17.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">18. <span style="text-align: left;">In the end, we’ll all become stories.
– Margaret Atwood</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9P_8gOveNivzHZx89oShXMsQRgSukW9x9jk2mMlxzMIs6_L23paVu-CbQ5suR3ocPz6z5WSf9XnMohuLEOLHAmsWRZyUb7W2ftGEBPeWWjYPr9MkL9L0xsBC1Exdh8kNtuYPQNrAtjjnlVbr0v9RiX8wcyoQwB0B-k9eFV8nWAKxcSexj7HdzRvQLA/s1080/18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9P_8gOveNivzHZx89oShXMsQRgSukW9x9jk2mMlxzMIs6_L23paVu-CbQ5suR3ocPz6z5WSf9XnMohuLEOLHAmsWRZyUb7W2ftGEBPeWWjYPr9MkL9L0xsBC1Exdh8kNtuYPQNrAtjjnlVbr0v9RiX8wcyoQwB0B-k9eFV8nWAKxcSexj7HdzRvQLA/w640-h640/18.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">19. <span style="text-align: left;">Reading is my favorite occupation,
when I have leisure for it and books to read. – Anne Brontë</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxS1l0t7GSMyBZabkOY0EPWcbk5nb-YxwmzF0vpufO6e5_yaniU86kj_FnxOPlyLR50XwcPETrJ1fSq-d9DK2TVVqUXfMUSEicN1r_xvb1YZNmIEEGncDTc_n3sOVgR9klnmsdbnMsaxeQQcT8SAZvucwD67nsimOpExZWy4JtbXusEowwZd7xgzXng/s1080/19.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMxS1l0t7GSMyBZabkOY0EPWcbk5nb-YxwmzF0vpufO6e5_yaniU86kj_FnxOPlyLR50XwcPETrJ1fSq-d9DK2TVVqUXfMUSEicN1r_xvb1YZNmIEEGncDTc_n3sOVgR9klnmsdbnMsaxeQQcT8SAZvucwD67nsimOpExZWy4JtbXusEowwZd7xgzXng/w640-h640/19.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">20. <span style="text-align: left;">I still love books. Nothing a computer
can do can compare to a book. You can’t really put a book on the Internet. –
Ray Bradbury, Farenheit 451</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeqd6G0SJ4BV-s06SHy-_kyzmGQ6Y8-rGbe6hZtg57utRwpY4vJcHS_OEWnMPSDz6i63rhPMwBLNnOlLYJgQWvWZqOC_rCxfiOigsB5HVRljwjLac4_uXLRKni6m9ByuMKkB5hk3_XvDtidxG3lrLEaCHMsVRKUhCQWNGF32A8v9jqqJLjk7Zh3Z4gQ/s1080/20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVeqd6G0SJ4BV-s06SHy-_kyzmGQ6Y8-rGbe6hZtg57utRwpY4vJcHS_OEWnMPSDz6i63rhPMwBLNnOlLYJgQWvWZqOC_rCxfiOigsB5HVRljwjLac4_uXLRKni6m9ByuMKkB5hk3_XvDtidxG3lrLEaCHMsVRKUhCQWNGF32A8v9jqqJLjk7Zh3Z4gQ/w640-h640/20.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">21. <span style="text-align: left;">Do not read, as children do, to amuse
yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in
order to live. – Gustave Flaubert</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvvMHFhyNuA1pWirciTFkRTKih9s6VrxisBLfDPOVx0g75AZ__pM5rzxgJkTPig-F5EYulEsAdBIfiLV6kCwNmfP3VPbNwVNzgvXH4u4KkGN3aTUpyNLSTbmB7sDa5nYwQqOCxOH1xy-jWuY6k-NDRWgGfMYQvLdmTbn88wI1I7jNRqr7jwY_Hgm14w/s1080/21.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAvvMHFhyNuA1pWirciTFkRTKih9s6VrxisBLfDPOVx0g75AZ__pM5rzxgJkTPig-F5EYulEsAdBIfiLV6kCwNmfP3VPbNwVNzgvXH4u4KkGN3aTUpyNLSTbmB7sDa5nYwQqOCxOH1xy-jWuY6k-NDRWgGfMYQvLdmTbn88wI1I7jNRqr7jwY_Hgm14w/w640-h640/21.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">22. <span style="text-align: left;">So Matilda’s strong young mind
continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent
their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda
a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone. – Roald Dahl, Matilda</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuioU3b-NY1tg_0zcwMYVCm95ezQzWTVga14SoVc2Zd5sIEbR8HOYUyQdj-sAu35AS8_5cj8fnYBsaD4p3XIQrouMOFBBxA2UFeD6HlkBmouuqNr9U755X-J820QTe8Kr6cT8h0aoGEXnVui91Sfpqtsqx4c7wl2PD542tshxQKPBAud8O65_nUxVhgg/s1080/22.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuioU3b-NY1tg_0zcwMYVCm95ezQzWTVga14SoVc2Zd5sIEbR8HOYUyQdj-sAu35AS8_5cj8fnYBsaD4p3XIQrouMOFBBxA2UFeD6HlkBmouuqNr9U755X-J820QTe8Kr6cT8h0aoGEXnVui91Sfpqtsqx4c7wl2PD542tshxQKPBAud8O65_nUxVhgg/w640-h640/22.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">23. <span style="text-align: left;">Only the very weak-minded refuse to be
influenced by literature and poetry. – Cassandra Clare</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyfqR6l9H6tMZbNr-DERMxqtBK9cyyyin7LyzV-NLPbhLh0H7o35D9NBwcOouGyAW-Y-Tf9ThtGLru4A4NRvlYlkbDUFtB2_by4K_tgn8HrXkFyvUJNNz6V5XI3fNrbELnAGMuwPdO9Bncq7jFW5okEP_hNUN3-TI9xhsOPowvNIL_awlclr8SxDpuQ/s1080/23.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyfqR6l9H6tMZbNr-DERMxqtBK9cyyyin7LyzV-NLPbhLh0H7o35D9NBwcOouGyAW-Y-Tf9ThtGLru4A4NRvlYlkbDUFtB2_by4K_tgn8HrXkFyvUJNNz6V5XI3fNrbELnAGMuwPdO9Bncq7jFW5okEP_hNUN3-TI9xhsOPowvNIL_awlclr8SxDpuQ/w640-h640/23.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">24. What really knocks me out is a book
that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a
terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you
felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though. – J.D. Salinger</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXj1ihHYaXKqW__axRdUDU2Jla1AsAv23BpaBrPlN9sv802JZ1i50_VYbREqOCR-Zgwvj-wd8FHvzq19dC1L5rdx-9Kp3_JuKKjD8x62D-ec6Gu3bCucZd4Ci2RL_V8veods5NWMRqKCY6-k58nqBqE2Pz3zDs2SGHaTk3tv0jlpBl_ywMbkJvt0hWg/s1080/24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXj1ihHYaXKqW__axRdUDU2Jla1AsAv23BpaBrPlN9sv802JZ1i50_VYbREqOCR-Zgwvj-wd8FHvzq19dC1L5rdx-9Kp3_JuKKjD8x62D-ec6Gu3bCucZd4Ci2RL_V8veods5NWMRqKCY6-k58nqBqE2Pz3zDs2SGHaTk3tv0jlpBl_ywMbkJvt0hWg/w640-h640/24.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">25. <span style="text-align: left;">You think your pain and your
heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It
was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very
things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been
alive. – James Baldwin</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFAuG-ELWOGWrs0ut7yfz7ZIGhm6YHMRzf70G9JkQfClDJ4jarqLo3NqrRs-6cO6VqbTubmfaW62OcPizVDu8HOD0uP2VJsoM3NAW6g9zwkLc4I_ki7eWRPJufkDXFtZ7o48SMcWCRtw3LiJpa_HgMZ3u29QjL8Syd3I3SFtPjwdwCXiyb3dsMaFS2Q/s1080/25.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFAuG-ELWOGWrs0ut7yfz7ZIGhm6YHMRzf70G9JkQfClDJ4jarqLo3NqrRs-6cO6VqbTubmfaW62OcPizVDu8HOD0uP2VJsoM3NAW6g9zwkLc4I_ki7eWRPJufkDXFtZ7o48SMcWCRtw3LiJpa_HgMZ3u29QjL8Syd3I3SFtPjwdwCXiyb3dsMaFS2Q/w640-h640/25.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">26. <span style="text-align: left;">Let us read, and let us dance; these
two amusements will never do any harm to the world. – Voltaire</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh0Th6uUoJ_Fx61xjPMKu0uum-ltFNUdn6aUQWXU5tCyS_WCXJzt9o15bRLSwWB4I4Uu6rX4xqm58WKyFcD0L-r-b1NTXisYDbauMpKHFiZPJkrSoNS-IpiH74nkZCaq5Ia9UlYyAbLatN-DgoI_a4gxnPMimCCYNhhNqYv3uxiMMxqcP9UJB6A_wsw/s1080/26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh0Th6uUoJ_Fx61xjPMKu0uum-ltFNUdn6aUQWXU5tCyS_WCXJzt9o15bRLSwWB4I4Uu6rX4xqm58WKyFcD0L-r-b1NTXisYDbauMpKHFiZPJkrSoNS-IpiH74nkZCaq5Ia9UlYyAbLatN-DgoI_a4gxnPMimCCYNhhNqYv3uxiMMxqcP9UJB6A_wsw/w640-h640/26.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">27. <span style="text-align: left;">If you don’t have time to read, you
don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that. – Stephen King</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvVsZ0j2qrkzdYurM1BsumSCSLD3FiqqKXg0KjNzLQXjlGJlAGk9JNgWPkcRHhTd2OfDKIGxGV3DE5uEu6MswoS9-0yAzWjsQC9OAA07NFLwrYl5DhDjovW_8kVTneVXa7Dp5MX03hevTJhe3My7MIjUE8LfX2h4HFrf6UIKeCojbObkko9Z-e0E8Ng/s1080/27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDvVsZ0j2qrkzdYurM1BsumSCSLD3FiqqKXg0KjNzLQXjlGJlAGk9JNgWPkcRHhTd2OfDKIGxGV3DE5uEu6MswoS9-0yAzWjsQC9OAA07NFLwrYl5DhDjovW_8kVTneVXa7Dp5MX03hevTJhe3My7MIjUE8LfX2h4HFrf6UIKeCojbObkko9Z-e0E8Ng/w640-h640/27.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">28. <span style="text-align: left;">No tears in the writer, no tears in
the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader. – Robert
Frost</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Zt-LY7FDr8lE-Fig1a-AcwHF6544KFQeVeGtOYujHMsLIGep9lquMfeDkTLyWfC46N2NmGj3kpAOp16hZn9MRZ2KBcM7--bw3JzpETzhvhUWy4C7a2-sRxPyC86h-Q8k16vT51wX87i04HfIJ-hfAI2S1gLydl-sRO8MN_qXEnO6lHOIKYwriB97Hw/s1080/28.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Zt-LY7FDr8lE-Fig1a-AcwHF6544KFQeVeGtOYujHMsLIGep9lquMfeDkTLyWfC46N2NmGj3kpAOp16hZn9MRZ2KBcM7--bw3JzpETzhvhUWy4C7a2-sRxPyC86h-Q8k16vT51wX87i04HfIJ-hfAI2S1gLydl-sRO8MN_qXEnO6lHOIKYwriB97Hw/w640-h640/28.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">29. <span style="text-align: left;">Reading was my escape and my comfort,
my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it,
for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words
reverberating in your head. – Paul Auster</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibMnuHGIr_7PiIPF12mlrGt-xsV_pluVlrrl-8CMxlUo9smR0BOlcakl0VUEZKlKLgGFIxP5XeKq57qPAvs_UwdUXNIJebL1TcuBOEAV4mc9aOM6Ahtc7SXOnlL_s5jE_9hiyzBpQ6HEG-4PD_Q6j1Ye5kGs_0CF6AabedWhUbfD_ijdlI0dF6TrmQQ/s1080/29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibMnuHGIr_7PiIPF12mlrGt-xsV_pluVlrrl-8CMxlUo9smR0BOlcakl0VUEZKlKLgGFIxP5XeKq57qPAvs_UwdUXNIJebL1TcuBOEAV4mc9aOM6Ahtc7SXOnlL_s5jE_9hiyzBpQ6HEG-4PD_Q6j1Ye5kGs_0CF6AabedWhUbfD_ijdlI0dF6TrmQQ/w640-h640/29.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">30. I read for pleasure and that is the
moment I learn the most. – Margaret Atwood</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_Ensq3AaWFw3Xp60GABg1X1wGK5ql8PkHEj1iFXHAsqtTyz6e-AnNmyKfFLZPVf-nQu8v8sU6h23jUNWCPHRkaB74eHZGFsLr3nDFu3_RzGTKEmbW6ltmoKrvRKn-Rdy_4ld61aFSlAkRK1izrtWEBepeMg_8RFExRSRokThmnydQ6vyAnii7fs0TA/s1080/30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_Ensq3AaWFw3Xp60GABg1X1wGK5ql8PkHEj1iFXHAsqtTyz6e-AnNmyKfFLZPVf-nQu8v8sU6h23jUNWCPHRkaB74eHZGFsLr3nDFu3_RzGTKEmbW6ltmoKrvRKn-Rdy_4ld61aFSlAkRK1izrtWEBepeMg_8RFExRSRokThmnydQ6vyAnii7fs0TA/w640-h640/30.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">31. Some books should be tasted, some
devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly. – Sir
Francis Bacon</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbyTM844Ump8K-NxoAa4Bt7T7YVKhcgZhi27SUPirbu1ouheXAfE0qO-dhGqhyf_Ipps4xUpVChEVJc9hra4SrQkTZhrsEEPkV-LOXjfZBQXHAPrkRtKSctGQwPcX_DR-NpwBah_5mMgCvRLL_RNHU_y44cxbLYZFg2JvsLJW7sBaZ43V192O99Mp6g/s1080/31.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPbyTM844Ump8K-NxoAa4Bt7T7YVKhcgZhi27SUPirbu1ouheXAfE0qO-dhGqhyf_Ipps4xUpVChEVJc9hra4SrQkTZhrsEEPkV-LOXjfZBQXHAPrkRtKSctGQwPcX_DR-NpwBah_5mMgCvRLL_RNHU_y44cxbLYZFg2JvsLJW7sBaZ43V192O99Mp6g/w640-h640/31.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTSzieuT23oQuXkjrxWm6dGAjGs9YckmlI69Qcl31gljYjDax3Lt5gb7emWaCkzGzxAzzHXNDdiKla31pe4-s5BuJVTPcom2jKiJDE1LDfFXfAY0ISCo_0UcaE7RBPSrUYSKyCvr1aGvkCpC0Qqfl8eB1fv0NyZxq-64q2xGJn8sCM45YQpkPKP-Ehg/s365/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTSzieuT23oQuXkjrxWm6dGAjGs9YckmlI69Qcl31gljYjDax3Lt5gb7emWaCkzGzxAzzHXNDdiKla31pe4-s5BuJVTPcom2jKiJDE1LDfFXfAY0ISCo_0UcaE7RBPSrUYSKyCvr1aGvkCpC0Qqfl8eB1fv0NyZxq-64q2xGJn8sCM45YQpkPKP-Ehg/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-61794396945113976582022-07-01T09:39:00.099+05:302022-07-02T10:49:33.444+05:30 31 Motivating Quotes for this July<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: center;"> </span><b style="text-align: center;">31 Motivating Quotes for this July</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Hello all, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Everyone needs motivation to keep going in their lives. I need it like I need my morning caffeine. Here I bring you 31 quotes to motivate your days this month. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>1. </span>You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found. - Kid Cudi</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAN12GG8wj8h7-i0nms7JjZKjovQb10kK83EIeBSwAH7WFQa1iqV7_2A6w93H-Ye5G5DtKm3dkprcoeNh8a2kH2EukSgSiqaorTaHoHVrWkQlKAq6EzMdEH5cmIfJ5o5sKDpIN0UKQBAHO6ZQqHSRZ5RwBH3vOBewUDCHs4Eq6Ufh8H3T6OMht19F9g/s1080/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAN12GG8wj8h7-i0nms7JjZKjovQb10kK83EIeBSwAH7WFQa1iqV7_2A6w93H-Ye5G5DtKm3dkprcoeNh8a2kH2EukSgSiqaorTaHoHVrWkQlKAq6EzMdEH5cmIfJ5o5sKDpIN0UKQBAHO6ZQqHSRZ5RwBH3vOBewUDCHs4Eq6Ufh8H3T6OMht19F9g/w640-h640/1.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">2. <span class="JsGRdQ">I grew to understand that people don't always build walls to keep others out. There are times it is done out of a necessity to protect whatever is left within. - Unknown</span></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCEcdV5xaH1EzH1E8pKiVQUZQPEM5XW0DQcsl2n2iGb1cjwpIo8MQPPEp-A7j5JonVw2rlvCAjq5Hv9rVxlewRBGFEcrFBWYKVVl9yYFxEr1txeArKrv6w79HWqdMNE7qODg0qM4nawo-AlEQ6WYjMI4-IfQNJSAqq4AwFKOaVgljDtaR7jwqFeJDHg/s1080/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCEcdV5xaH1EzH1E8pKiVQUZQPEM5XW0DQcsl2n2iGb1cjwpIo8MQPPEp-A7j5JonVw2rlvCAjq5Hv9rVxlewRBGFEcrFBWYKVVl9yYFxEr1txeArKrv6w79HWqdMNE7qODg0qM4nawo-AlEQ6WYjMI4-IfQNJSAqq4AwFKOaVgljDtaR7jwqFeJDHg/w640-h640/2.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">3. Words are like keys. If you choose them right, they can open any heart. - Unknown</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieupBXDxLHUTuC_qNGn7sQ6T7lbUNgR_5wMAutA3aK1VRPsBbXe30yNZo3aTrKTrPjnU4srTTk0eHtWa_7LkiTa4m14w3wVaIlGbIVQfobj9ALuejNqwzs36Sdd8QOlTXCw8Z38cBt8HqXGe7M6VTbJK7RWm6MTSHqAhbh4eklQ6IIWyC3MrQBiO9zDA/s1080/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieupBXDxLHUTuC_qNGn7sQ6T7lbUNgR_5wMAutA3aK1VRPsBbXe30yNZo3aTrKTrPjnU4srTTk0eHtWa_7LkiTa4m14w3wVaIlGbIVQfobj9ALuejNqwzs36Sdd8QOlTXCw8Z38cBt8HqXGe7M6VTbJK7RWm6MTSHqAhbh4eklQ6IIWyC3MrQBiO9zDA/w640-h640/3.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">4. The razor blade is sharp but can't cut a tree; the axe is strong but can't cut hair. Everyone is important according to his/her own unique purpose. Never look down on anyone unless you are admiring their shoes. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIHAW-N9PEcgtKS-GE_plRsmNUYGUzszOypkKxihdaU7Z3f4068VMpZvzAb6OMOo6o5sjYnTC89rcaVva9XLwowwpm3DvxS3lzs48w-fedLKfq_vBFFseystFL23pF_C6F0fB46RUzKrq_-bhaYCrqoUsCqnMri1PnRf6K0_1gYlwaltgnQ_yY_q9rQ/s1080/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizIHAW-N9PEcgtKS-GE_plRsmNUYGUzszOypkKxihdaU7Z3f4068VMpZvzAb6OMOo6o5sjYnTC89rcaVva9XLwowwpm3DvxS3lzs48w-fedLKfq_vBFFseystFL23pF_C6F0fB46RUzKrq_-bhaYCrqoUsCqnMri1PnRf6K0_1gYlwaltgnQ_yY_q9rQ/w640-h640/4.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">5. 10 Things money can't buy:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Manners</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Morals</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Respect</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Character</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Common sense</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Trust</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Patience</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Class</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Integrity</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Love</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7tnDo1ytEq2OCIuT49kl2kFKGTOnksDBDhIXGjM0i9_sBbcwDcxKOTznaQUwZ0v1zJa6w6xPyyYI0sonfp6cnqho9gfIhhoS8q9eTWAD2MoEhKq9lYL3s1GHNSGuiOFFDfEI0WDERlNr2yXe0UynoMMj73Xh4dtxFv5lxVO69ZPNz2RRzrzUDY8bUg/s1080/5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp7tnDo1ytEq2OCIuT49kl2kFKGTOnksDBDhIXGjM0i9_sBbcwDcxKOTznaQUwZ0v1zJa6w6xPyyYI0sonfp6cnqho9gfIhhoS8q9eTWAD2MoEhKq9lYL3s1GHNSGuiOFFDfEI0WDERlNr2yXe0UynoMMj73Xh4dtxFv5lxVO69ZPNz2RRzrzUDY8bUg/w640-h640/5.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">6. Expecting things to change without putting in any effort is like waiting for a ship at the airport. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Xl1DlgsrQSO4jHZmPvV_YMXCRf8kELpgGVSDiYa4ODf-5eUqHE_Pk8OXYyN0g7iSzrs1r61fCvY3-S59GzxLLutOiQDwnWqxMg-xdpZovnO0P4KI4y4pipL8xHNods8u5S8o7oaURWtbQi99XEqbt8iho1UAZvwoJoASe8lDHDHWQGlr5Ql6tz1jCw/s1080/6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Xl1DlgsrQSO4jHZmPvV_YMXCRf8kELpgGVSDiYa4ODf-5eUqHE_Pk8OXYyN0g7iSzrs1r61fCvY3-S59GzxLLutOiQDwnWqxMg-xdpZovnO0P4KI4y4pipL8xHNods8u5S8o7oaURWtbQi99XEqbt8iho1UAZvwoJoASe8lDHDHWQGlr5Ql6tz1jCw/w640-h640/6.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">7. Don't be a parrot in life, be an Eagle. A parrot talks way too much and can't fly high but an eagle is silent and has the will power to touch the sky. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcVgv1qwpONc_VdqucClOFwrA1F9kSaNtJmIgvMr8K1_0mP31SIEoDw0L7d_HJV83MkSp0uMTAEDO7rRY7GqLsPht0F3E2evZS6cjt_IweetmyQDi-ZzsLUsMKcldMhIpc2FmjknvwEo6FeyEok-jczz173SGp-ztkW5z6_tFsbk8e80yo3hfcXZrlg/s1080/7.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcVgv1qwpONc_VdqucClOFwrA1F9kSaNtJmIgvMr8K1_0mP31SIEoDw0L7d_HJV83MkSp0uMTAEDO7rRY7GqLsPht0F3E2evZS6cjt_IweetmyQDi-ZzsLUsMKcldMhIpc2FmjknvwEo6FeyEok-jczz173SGp-ztkW5z6_tFsbk8e80yo3hfcXZrlg/w640-h640/7.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">8. Classy is when you have a lot to say but you choose to remain silent in front of fools. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvnVSZ4r4vT85FzFhaf08DwzgWsUgM3vpqIMgE0tlervpXj1AdlHQGU24fPs3fbIQ3J14IXwu6RmXReYkdTKWAwirgh1ap1h6uwvrdsm0YOIgvU2fr8rjEqxwYWMwXSMyIP-kpYL8X6--gAAQobHRA0j12Uins4ipKlaSpRNhi3EEIdfRZZNwFAXrNg/s1080/8.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvnVSZ4r4vT85FzFhaf08DwzgWsUgM3vpqIMgE0tlervpXj1AdlHQGU24fPs3fbIQ3J14IXwu6RmXReYkdTKWAwirgh1ap1h6uwvrdsm0YOIgvU2fr8rjEqxwYWMwXSMyIP-kpYL8X6--gAAQobHRA0j12Uins4ipKlaSpRNhi3EEIdfRZZNwFAXrNg/w640-h640/8.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">9. Thinking is difficult that's why most people judge. - Carl Jung</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4YHYCKxySCphVS_y0ZXF1S2RB8g8hwe-R_pseu916nhwtifxX8Iiq1k24e52WZd7eQLLrF-zByFKWeqWOuLakSaxteQkUoZEEDhpxoEr-suiMj2ZK7ibImRtRb7mSuhva752Gyu7jBShhQC85FYnIPxescDMn93mrXgTD5j38mPorvBCmFb9aQO4JA/s1080/9.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4YHYCKxySCphVS_y0ZXF1S2RB8g8hwe-R_pseu916nhwtifxX8Iiq1k24e52WZd7eQLLrF-zByFKWeqWOuLakSaxteQkUoZEEDhpxoEr-suiMj2ZK7ibImRtRb7mSuhva752Gyu7jBShhQC85FYnIPxescDMn93mrXgTD5j38mPorvBCmFb9aQO4JA/w640-h640/9.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">10. The caterpillar grows wings during a season of isolation. Remember that next time you're alone. - Mandy Hale</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTorMlM1lmkxIROGLYtFjIPx7N0Usv_FbhavMTRRMMSdnVDfEN2dAgXj10lE4EIj4QSN8C6n8XT3y-R6VbRENi2vwS8TEOeNkKA-erg6hCsGAQRZ8oDGjcy6ISC808I5ah6AeofZxb5mMt9Ntt_BVOHdOqt_IVooOO_2d9CrBCCOb_YA7t6KdgNy8W5w/s1080/10.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTorMlM1lmkxIROGLYtFjIPx7N0Usv_FbhavMTRRMMSdnVDfEN2dAgXj10lE4EIj4QSN8C6n8XT3y-R6VbRENi2vwS8TEOeNkKA-erg6hCsGAQRZ8oDGjcy6ISC808I5ah6AeofZxb5mMt9Ntt_BVOHdOqt_IVooOO_2d9CrBCCOb_YA7t6KdgNy8W5w/w640-h640/10.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">11. You are the artist of your life. Don't give the paintbrush to anyone else. - Unknown</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qe99X38vn5WM54Gz9phemQi1G4yJwim2-vxtY56QMB_PQSJa8XRmWjeacyWSPINJsOwqVh2XMURIHlDyK5NCeK7PiXP4Ljch-1ANck1z8PervjhugfKyd7EqhQkibPoEd3wzW-U2vQrvWtoEi2EXq7uuhM8NwvmSXlU2cEOTn9bOoQL64OrAoAO3mg/s1080/11.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qe99X38vn5WM54Gz9phemQi1G4yJwim2-vxtY56QMB_PQSJa8XRmWjeacyWSPINJsOwqVh2XMURIHlDyK5NCeK7PiXP4Ljch-1ANck1z8PervjhugfKyd7EqhQkibPoEd3wzW-U2vQrvWtoEi2EXq7uuhM8NwvmSXlU2cEOTn9bOoQL64OrAoAO3mg/w640-h640/11.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">12. You've got a new story to write. And it looks nothing like your past. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1DeazzoIkptIiQ5-ApGUhJcBeciTSUw_y65O224YnRipLr4s7syrccRqBNZ-fAC_gWtV2Zf1OkqjiYiwbxstFsjn8MQlTwkdMrWSSpMGoGlt6LgTUZW_OnSLMk4QhOTWnFwRicrTLugvY--HmuO0XRPpsoWXeUxMz6tl2D-mJusxBGnGC6NFyZ3f-Q/s1080/12.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1DeazzoIkptIiQ5-ApGUhJcBeciTSUw_y65O224YnRipLr4s7syrccRqBNZ-fAC_gWtV2Zf1OkqjiYiwbxstFsjn8MQlTwkdMrWSSpMGoGlt6LgTUZW_OnSLMk4QhOTWnFwRicrTLugvY--HmuO0XRPpsoWXeUxMz6tl2D-mJusxBGnGC6NFyZ3f-Q/w640-h640/12.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">13. A hungry stomach, an empty pocket and a broken heart can teach the best lessons of life. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfymagIDuGjyloGstCfRU0vuEpw5ggF_rDjwYQXfPEW6WK-LyAbOST28E9hgdA5aXO1rPuj5x2Jr0hFccyT8plt4Qyti_Bgq6Q4PDyolNxnCkBHRzyYFCDqs6Tkqd5p3ynmk0UfurNZzkh05uyk1-0EDjwZ2JP3jIjbSWZSFu45I1uJ6GN05BaBQ0Ww/s1080/13.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJfymagIDuGjyloGstCfRU0vuEpw5ggF_rDjwYQXfPEW6WK-LyAbOST28E9hgdA5aXO1rPuj5x2Jr0hFccyT8plt4Qyti_Bgq6Q4PDyolNxnCkBHRzyYFCDqs6Tkqd5p3ynmk0UfurNZzkh05uyk1-0EDjwZ2JP3jIjbSWZSFu45I1uJ6GN05BaBQ0Ww/w640-h640/13.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">14. Someone once asked me: "Why do you always insist on taking the hard road?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I replied: "Why do you assume I see two roads?" - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_99EPUx7jTTXAQWES57P5JFAwiembl5KRlfAAnHIL9d9rzFxT6NoJLRNOnW-OB62UD3eqXtyDLzFy7GxqmYEDZThvemn1eusxA2sCthahHwrbXjSKymtdjD7BdUswtlUEnbTkpDs9M_Nkxu0GDFmYIepRlIA3W5eiyvIpMPH_SieLqMHFh0tX23z9Q/s1080/14.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_99EPUx7jTTXAQWES57P5JFAwiembl5KRlfAAnHIL9d9rzFxT6NoJLRNOnW-OB62UD3eqXtyDLzFy7GxqmYEDZThvemn1eusxA2sCthahHwrbXjSKymtdjD7BdUswtlUEnbTkpDs9M_Nkxu0GDFmYIepRlIA3W5eiyvIpMPH_SieLqMHFh0tX23z9Q/w640-h640/14.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">15. Your mistakes don't define your character. It's what you choose to do after you have made the mistake that makes all the difference. - Dave Willis</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNgkcQ2fJyiJYep7-c1B15_ZsVFo_SwDkKtxSxzci7BUdOK7zZ--PUfXuCKHp2ieYALWwG8bC0aysyWUBbeg4NixCK1EWZq8xf_0SD0ElSAgHnc98dTs5RhlilToy34vyWqqiMsuaBSsgkOS7x-vFn7_LYtaF_hBX25xyGfsyocW4M96teNzh7FOgEw/s1080/15.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNgkcQ2fJyiJYep7-c1B15_ZsVFo_SwDkKtxSxzci7BUdOK7zZ--PUfXuCKHp2ieYALWwG8bC0aysyWUBbeg4NixCK1EWZq8xf_0SD0ElSAgHnc98dTs5RhlilToy34vyWqqiMsuaBSsgkOS7x-vFn7_LYtaF_hBX25xyGfsyocW4M96teNzh7FOgEw/w640-h640/15.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">16. Don't be afraid to start over. It's a chance to build something better this time. - Unknown</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUGVa2lN2EmBWQel2POswJbXAyfKeuy12OcyYC9p-WNeynrYIrL9p9pHUnmMUdEYPQdbNjWAJZh_CoYznPZtBTEo58d2YfGJ2a9fCjsip-ZH3BUGuEDoO-FWk_d6oRN04J-VjT8DJ0M21Frx_21ISPXTIKn8-vjL9gd2U9k4ru2vvH69btGynogh2jA/s1080/16.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUGVa2lN2EmBWQel2POswJbXAyfKeuy12OcyYC9p-WNeynrYIrL9p9pHUnmMUdEYPQdbNjWAJZh_CoYznPZtBTEo58d2YfGJ2a9fCjsip-ZH3BUGuEDoO-FWk_d6oRN04J-VjT8DJ0M21Frx_21ISPXTIKn8-vjL9gd2U9k4ru2vvH69btGynogh2jA/w640-h640/16.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">17. 3 Things to keep private:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Your love life</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Your income</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> Your next move</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hQwcTmgHaDLEOiyjRHi_-23kAshIdwjpz08rr0TDR59U2OchKAHsQ-wpi6fLm5FRwV_xkW3vRpkeI2HU_oEZ5aadP42d7fYL-0nWmtVv1LgFyj_iwlZyC2V1vAWCR1XD-WtKC3D-hok2ler0LI-5kibrjsyGR-tllYcvQAXvHBANLzpv-2gjfiWJaQ/s1080/17.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hQwcTmgHaDLEOiyjRHi_-23kAshIdwjpz08rr0TDR59U2OchKAHsQ-wpi6fLm5FRwV_xkW3vRpkeI2HU_oEZ5aadP42d7fYL-0nWmtVv1LgFyj_iwlZyC2V1vAWCR1XD-WtKC3D-hok2ler0LI-5kibrjsyGR-tllYcvQAXvHBANLzpv-2gjfiWJaQ/w640-h640/17.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">18. You survived what you thought would kill you. Now straighten your crown and move forward like the queen you are. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7I6YpVmOirQE19wlID4ywF6OO0KzzLIiGcXl327EDn5vhaX2KdZ7LpB6DUtzW4KrxwQWwNktorqq3gkr03v_gKrsCDt2O6hwuB8EFBCWjK0frz1OcfNJcO-25k6zdS7Ep3_ommjc2kug4_rVkShqByKoetRNVLRUPEmAA_zYq2mi5i45Z6BvMWww-MQ/s1080/18.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7I6YpVmOirQE19wlID4ywF6OO0KzzLIiGcXl327EDn5vhaX2KdZ7LpB6DUtzW4KrxwQWwNktorqq3gkr03v_gKrsCDt2O6hwuB8EFBCWjK0frz1OcfNJcO-25k6zdS7Ep3_ommjc2kug4_rVkShqByKoetRNVLRUPEmAA_zYq2mi5i45Z6BvMWww-MQ/w640-h640/18.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">19. Watch out for people who are always bragging about who they are. A lion will never have to tell me it's a lion. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82jxlSaPxCYMv1hKarWsH4TX6kpgfou4vf5tnohJifCKijYHdG8wAcX70PjZDggE5baUosC7G38g-khKwtPnMTq3yqWU4DZnu169ZxDb8RUs9nAQ85c8HHOXnLDESQRlBVHLd0-4Kye5aa7Hc5otwCfJWV4UEF5OuH6rR9cI3jBCxWXHrFi3aevKRPw/s1080/19.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82jxlSaPxCYMv1hKarWsH4TX6kpgfou4vf5tnohJifCKijYHdG8wAcX70PjZDggE5baUosC7G38g-khKwtPnMTq3yqWU4DZnu169ZxDb8RUs9nAQ85c8HHOXnLDESQRlBVHLd0-4Kye5aa7Hc5otwCfJWV4UEF5OuH6rR9cI3jBCxWXHrFi3aevKRPw/w640-h640/19.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">20. If anyone doesn’t treat you with dignity and self-respect, walk away from the situation. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">No person and no relationship is worth compromising your dignity and self-respect. - Deodatta V. Shenai-Khatkhate</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKwG7pih71rIVqhnbGBRTxOv8KzSy924dFnLZ0mDLgy_1thax2HMuRPdNJ3zMKUyHDnCqLZ9cav2CYgEXWg2EGceSBcpDPOe6YZbxMERgt0G6ZrSzTWzUH9_4fXuGmYWUB5CK8VEmILMmf6R1rnB8uZLskmSuLMQiAPtStxlYufA1rg1MYtV4HY3GeA/s1080/20.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKwG7pih71rIVqhnbGBRTxOv8KzSy924dFnLZ0mDLgy_1thax2HMuRPdNJ3zMKUyHDnCqLZ9cav2CYgEXWg2EGceSBcpDPOe6YZbxMERgt0G6ZrSzTWzUH9_4fXuGmYWUB5CK8VEmILMmf6R1rnB8uZLskmSuLMQiAPtStxlYufA1rg1MYtV4HY3GeA/w640-h640/20.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">21. 2 things you don't fight for:</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">True love</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">True friends</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">They should come naturally...</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLEQq8Luak10_CShminZkjL2eZ6ij4GZ-tbGz-LXrT_f03LVmX00Wvpb5nYlhE9nBlysGRuTMKsK67h-3i6a99FYqWCNf4lip78KPidRlJ01C7_KTf81sn8JRze2uzKIfrHzMipu6Tqcf67fc7fnNaPwAvN1u7e-CNzZT292e3ZUjciwkEJ51Du-5Sg/s1080/21.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdLEQq8Luak10_CShminZkjL2eZ6ij4GZ-tbGz-LXrT_f03LVmX00Wvpb5nYlhE9nBlysGRuTMKsK67h-3i6a99FYqWCNf4lip78KPidRlJ01C7_KTf81sn8JRze2uzKIfrHzMipu6Tqcf67fc7fnNaPwAvN1u7e-CNzZT292e3ZUjciwkEJ51Du-5Sg/w640-h640/21.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">22. I can't control your behavior; nor do i want that burden...but I will not apologize for refusing to be disrespected, to be lied to, or to be mistreated. I have standards; step up or step out. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6Mi6_fv3u2DumXfSXfDm9K5nr0ceog_SE6jSrKVxXhU8Q6rLG9rJ_UhYhWhbxZeIu-ZCwVNKf9LYBBBqzMnK3-j5h_20WDOQ00mBVxMkj8QYlIM9H-3O-4yOSrsnA_lHO_3xUooh3OTPO9N1jeys2Sgg815GWAUEjdmimD0f_mkR-66Bw1z6KDigag/s1080/22.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6Mi6_fv3u2DumXfSXfDm9K5nr0ceog_SE6jSrKVxXhU8Q6rLG9rJ_UhYhWhbxZeIu-ZCwVNKf9LYBBBqzMnK3-j5h_20WDOQ00mBVxMkj8QYlIM9H-3O-4yOSrsnA_lHO_3xUooh3OTPO9N1jeys2Sgg815GWAUEjdmimD0f_mkR-66Bw1z6KDigag/w640-h640/22.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">23. I'm at a place in my life where my peace is my priority. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaClhjxS9N7D3wdcOX2eOLG5UNlTzbkPepLvnKU0AE2orMdVqOFL3C14m3pQm5X-B4WGr_XCclx4NX9EX5T7VfXmalb3NvdeGDK-ade6KrnvLsk4gV_SjpTdJIeFAOCuqYf51_BPe640Ds6NRaNpY3pblimx1kmfOaPJRsCi1Cl-iluNuhG3JvXLs2w/s1080/23.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaClhjxS9N7D3wdcOX2eOLG5UNlTzbkPepLvnKU0AE2orMdVqOFL3C14m3pQm5X-B4WGr_XCclx4NX9EX5T7VfXmalb3NvdeGDK-ade6KrnvLsk4gV_SjpTdJIeFAOCuqYf51_BPe640Ds6NRaNpY3pblimx1kmfOaPJRsCi1Cl-iluNuhG3JvXLs2w/w640-h640/23.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">24. Without respect, relationships are lost. We're all different and if someone can't value your differences and respect your values and beliefs, then they don't deserve a front row seat in your life. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKjfhHbFFXj-VXFyspyM1VyUT-7rNg5tDFJw4t-Prcg7DwNEa-N4BacIB1nKcSQkE1c4lytuj0IpQCSWO1cnMeiYc_KxHyNlGmpE-kWX3bCACBrZIFtwy9lFBevqcj50cgc8Tu_Ya43lA-swcbwNxNJGkZJKhLhA-EHjMjwC08G9hBqOOdHGRSat0Iw/s1080/24.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKjfhHbFFXj-VXFyspyM1VyUT-7rNg5tDFJw4t-Prcg7DwNEa-N4BacIB1nKcSQkE1c4lytuj0IpQCSWO1cnMeiYc_KxHyNlGmpE-kWX3bCACBrZIFtwy9lFBevqcj50cgc8Tu_Ya43lA-swcbwNxNJGkZJKhLhA-EHjMjwC08G9hBqOOdHGRSat0Iw/w640-h640/24.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">25. Sometimes, a path calls for you to walk alone. And, still, it is beautiful. - Angie Weiland-Crosby</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZu9-pdc3w6t76YIqmi49LYisGc2DVplguf9b5d1L8wG_UcfKjVpVPau8X3ODanyfWaCWyT16cBCyzjnYNA6DReic6qElcBYT_VVeDkZqRttl8WgX_5godGnNyBBfucJasu3oeG8PtJ-uDCWwhyAC2MZ7DuFUJ7jALqJ9nLYCC1Uy4UGRNsqk3FpXww/s1080/25.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZu9-pdc3w6t76YIqmi49LYisGc2DVplguf9b5d1L8wG_UcfKjVpVPau8X3ODanyfWaCWyT16cBCyzjnYNA6DReic6qElcBYT_VVeDkZqRttl8WgX_5godGnNyBBfucJasu3oeG8PtJ-uDCWwhyAC2MZ7DuFUJ7jALqJ9nLYCC1Uy4UGRNsqk3FpXww/w640-h640/25.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">26. Still the same woman, with the same name. Just a different mindset and a new growth game. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaJvbmq7LcVlW8SJ9qTqcPyUJUiJqzqymujrGaFYZmRIiHAucflPgw-pARDswq-rqigOo2686Utfgh4q-I9EiZpcluixShp6iAk5TgUmrC0kD-Tt4aKYQ0lc7R2BKX3E8nJi-cTG3EdjctEPP1ZnOrgSvM59PyoYjQlY1A_Sc9goV7eGTlaXYxQrKXA/s1080/26.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKaJvbmq7LcVlW8SJ9qTqcPyUJUiJqzqymujrGaFYZmRIiHAucflPgw-pARDswq-rqigOo2686Utfgh4q-I9EiZpcluixShp6iAk5TgUmrC0kD-Tt4aKYQ0lc7R2BKX3E8nJi-cTG3EdjctEPP1ZnOrgSvM59PyoYjQlY1A_Sc9goV7eGTlaXYxQrKXA/w640-h640/26.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">27. I am who I am. Not who you think I am. Not who you want me to be. I am me. - Brigitte Nicole</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkqCd-R2ZPOPD5opS5NHqAI_jvOQAeBKPQkrLrKpa-CLMriafdVH92vfpq-bRLoTZwG0aqyMJtKh1B4-iKquRADUJKuiqJdl2DCRtsVNjcRk47iEUA6Xcwm0tMFis3QSyGInafLXK7ZCsocjn9P4StsdYaCjGfvgNyzSzT9Vse5LS41NAuPGMo5SiNg/s1080/27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkqCd-R2ZPOPD5opS5NHqAI_jvOQAeBKPQkrLrKpa-CLMriafdVH92vfpq-bRLoTZwG0aqyMJtKh1B4-iKquRADUJKuiqJdl2DCRtsVNjcRk47iEUA6Xcwm0tMFis3QSyGInafLXK7ZCsocjn9P4StsdYaCjGfvgNyzSzT9Vse5LS41NAuPGMo5SiNg/w640-h640/27.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">28. Your life isn't yours if you always care what others think. - Unknown</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDWAbTLxn5daSbeNAxP8zhIR-QRpqjCOM4nlRARcmntgvEcZv7oOl6QqQ9CtbY5wWbP52NyyZUUslib5GfSDQhz-uf9UYwBc6lq8RYnHsnEDGBZJOPXqKAPS_IK5FrRAct3dkLPrDqyoTr1ld4QGGxKSg31hwg0bZqkOwVccvlVKVP5O7-JrNvrP2nw/s1080/28.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDWAbTLxn5daSbeNAxP8zhIR-QRpqjCOM4nlRARcmntgvEcZv7oOl6QqQ9CtbY5wWbP52NyyZUUslib5GfSDQhz-uf9UYwBc6lq8RYnHsnEDGBZJOPXqKAPS_IK5FrRAct3dkLPrDqyoTr1ld4QGGxKSg31hwg0bZqkOwVccvlVKVP5O7-JrNvrP2nw/w640-h640/28.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">29. Don't stop shining just because someone is intimidated by your light. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuDwcc0aIDQqKdwIPDYZW2vZRcO427_DYkGIhw3uzvOrWoCh4hrv-tkmR3JoGXc-cTB_tTHjrq54j5chlY4u0XIgbWcVuZKiJK3H-vrTaD4xYx6IkFuUPGRnGXgtUdgnpURLmdtQA1W6ihQ1K28WpKciSZbs08Svz2aluRU7RIQMuhF_IP9He7K9M7Q/s1080/29.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuDwcc0aIDQqKdwIPDYZW2vZRcO427_DYkGIhw3uzvOrWoCh4hrv-tkmR3JoGXc-cTB_tTHjrq54j5chlY4u0XIgbWcVuZKiJK3H-vrTaD4xYx6IkFuUPGRnGXgtUdgnpURLmdtQA1W6ihQ1K28WpKciSZbs08Svz2aluRU7RIQMuhF_IP9He7K9M7Q/w640-h640/29.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">30. Damaged people are strong because they know how to survive. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDZ1Nygr8cUWXx0o09TgtYlgethuDWR1y6QtJyWtzAaLK4JQg8m73qYP7sInSgHcF33jGpCuo4jTyV1lYAXf8b-5TzMqbO5yk3-Rv5UguEMEcoTNfR6Lm-18_hXNsSzbaSZ81xEgWQi1RICec2XZVYnqS-ziUVXRUTs0IMciCmAbqbKFObdH-UsJ2pQ/s1080/30.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqDZ1Nygr8cUWXx0o09TgtYlgethuDWR1y6QtJyWtzAaLK4JQg8m73qYP7sInSgHcF33jGpCuo4jTyV1lYAXf8b-5TzMqbO5yk3-Rv5UguEMEcoTNfR6Lm-18_hXNsSzbaSZ81xEgWQi1RICec2XZVYnqS-ziUVXRUTs0IMciCmAbqbKFObdH-UsJ2pQ/w640-h640/30.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">31. Love all. Trust few. Everything is real but not everyone is true. - Unknown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvIwCAHkgVwDDEww4stzFTrcJkTmAFGXe7hTii3wBnkg4YvOdAM0JXMQUcvXI7lrYko0q89Xdu4oLh_TumcmaddYxqV7pKh0Gr4-vk74TWsRKUL9CQ5FXyz-EfoT-Qf4_H63FmHOLEGjJjFvqFNm2INYNFFtMUOXlHiUNkRRtSaI1m4pU9KsGMmDUew/s1080/31.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvIwCAHkgVwDDEww4stzFTrcJkTmAFGXe7hTii3wBnkg4YvOdAM0JXMQUcvXI7lrYko0q89Xdu4oLh_TumcmaddYxqV7pKh0Gr4-vk74TWsRKUL9CQ5FXyz-EfoT-Qf4_H63FmHOLEGjJjFvqFNm2INYNFFtMUOXlHiUNkRRtSaI1m4pU9KsGMmDUew/w640-h640/31.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0O6QWlqgIGErmSJ5XVsfgZI0SmA63FdqgsKFxEP_ipRlN8-OsyKNahOi1YDM4FNb9vD8Pet8raem9d2dxZjYa6Dvi1ybIyBu3L2BwwqElJg_7VvrxPg54Km_YttBtk3MNkeVZA_-HRMeDatpuQF0L-okiz9-OAbEWq33DZhOtkYSs2I7eEdr61AMVEA/s365/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0O6QWlqgIGErmSJ5XVsfgZI0SmA63FdqgsKFxEP_ipRlN8-OsyKNahOi1YDM4FNb9vD8Pet8raem9d2dxZjYa6Dvi1ybIyBu3L2BwwqElJg_7VvrxPg54Km_YttBtk3MNkeVZA_-HRMeDatpuQF0L-okiz9-OAbEWq33DZhOtkYSs2I7eEdr61AMVEA/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-69526181277325963692022-06-30T19:30:00.002+05:302022-07-01T10:51:46.238+05:30Release Blitz - Stress-Free by Manoj Krishna<p><span style="background-color: white; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Stress-Free by Manoj Krishna</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">30th June - Release Day Blitz</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Genre: Self-help</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpth5ZBq32esoBZCZeHpih80XEwu9NTipjZa8WmysDkZjl9QmGr6a41mwfsSHIDoxHYe9pZexCIRMbp1AVu-ycE_T7xjO7-21aiYte5SAx_-4LzmuRZ2TQ7lx0uBXEQd8IYg-0Ubdj9p1VYpN-llcnmMUrFSCGQYCvXQdaMA_899uNXkYdY_JJFyUjmw/s2701/9780995683396%20(1)%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2701" data-original-width="1801" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpth5ZBq32esoBZCZeHpih80XEwu9NTipjZa8WmysDkZjl9QmGr6a41mwfsSHIDoxHYe9pZexCIRMbp1AVu-ycE_T7xjO7-21aiYte5SAx_-4LzmuRZ2TQ7lx0uBXEQd8IYg-0Ubdj9p1VYpN-llcnmMUrFSCGQYCvXQdaMA_899uNXkYdY_JJFyUjmw/w426-h640/9780995683396%20(1)%20(1).jpg" width="426" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 700; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Blurb </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If you feel stressed, you are not alone. 70-80% of people report being moderately or severely stressed. Long-term stress can impact our physical and mental health and stops us from being happy and at peace with ourselves. We assume that all our stress is caused by external events, and nothing can be done.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This book challenges that assumption and explores many ways we can avoid stress in the first place, and overcome it more easily when it does occur.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Stress is just a reaction from our thinking, and the difference between how things are and how we want them to be. To get over stress we can either change the event, or our reaction to it. To do that we need to explore where our reactions come from, and for that we need to journey inwards, to understand ourselves and how our minds work. This deeper understanding of ourselves helps us access our own wisdom, which enables us to meet life’s challenges with calm. Our time on earth is limited. Living with this wisdom allows us to make the most of it, and live with much less stress, so we can lead happier and healthier lives.</span></span></p><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Buy Links</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://books2read.com/u/b6RljZ&source=gmail&ust=1656736324958000&usg=AOvVaw0015xGmBAbr72YS0_2GQIB" href="https://books2read.com/u/b6RljZ" style="color: #1155cc; cursor: url("chrome-extension://hkddbobipfbnhoelelgjefohioaobnel/cur/undefined"), pointer !important;" target="_blank">https://books2read.com/u/<wbr></wbr>b6RljZ</a></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify; white-space: normal;"><br /></p></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzOU9OBMVOPt2BHB5Dc_RDy8fh5QqS2j6ud3l5BJngtqfLOewnQFqgIh2RN5GYrZmZd2N5gXJ0ZOXtfL_VP6Q1NCojPcqYO6vVlAeW5A7UiEcFOH8pkFzZ3Jh_ukw6Si1XiHL6VYRmd-VkimlMfqJ4lGpw3W4VLayj_IzCJat_Yi_WsPabAdsms-DlQ/s1500/Stress%20Free%20Blitz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmzOU9OBMVOPt2BHB5Dc_RDy8fh5QqS2j6ud3l5BJngtqfLOewnQFqgIh2RN5GYrZmZd2N5gXJ0ZOXtfL_VP6Q1NCojPcqYO6vVlAeW5A7UiEcFOH8pkFzZ3Jh_ukw6Si1XiHL6VYRmd-VkimlMfqJ4lGpw3W4VLayj_IzCJat_Yi_WsPabAdsms-DlQ/w640-h640/Stress%20Free%20Blitz.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: times; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author Bio</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: times; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Manoj Krishna worked as an orthopedic and spine surgeon for 30 years. He left his medical career to launch the Human Wisdom Project to make the world a better place, by helping everyone access their own innate wisdom, which can be life-changing and comes from a deeper understanding of ourselves and how our minds work. His first book Understanding Me Understanding You was translated into 4 languages. His second book Stress Free launches on 30th June 2022. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Human Wisdom App accompanies the Human Wisdom Project. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">He thinks living with this wisdom enables us to be happy, have fulfilling relationships, meet challenges with calm, and live with compassion, for ourselves, each other, and the earth. It can help us avoid and overcome stress, avoid addiction, and contribute to our success in the world.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://twitter.com/kspine" target="_blank">Twitter</a> / <a href="https://instagram.com/humanwisdom.me">Instagram</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-55936161031451379472022-06-02T12:29:00.010+05:302022-06-02T12:29:59.770+05:30 30 Quotes related to reading this June<h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">30 Quotes related to reading this June</span></h2><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br />Reading is the real escape from our daily stress. Every time I read, I forget my surroundings and get transported into a fictional world, getting lost in it. It offers me so much comfort, which is why I think if you don't have the habit of reading, you should start today. It's a free therapy. Here are 30 quotes to motivate your reading habits.</span></h2><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /> 1. Books are the escape you never knew
you needed until you start reading. —
Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckUusEu0IzooeKRbUNc9oMBbvZQ0UKpMXKr0Rh4o1ywFGWuR_jj_6hewhEG9oH00xAcTK17ftOSszTeMQLTuicz_fL8mtww6Fi7vh4xq_2KTCpcofn2NPUHEI4-uUrZe41Ilx6zXFTzAX-UiCv631ahIertDt5TThlQO-9meOfv1qArX98Y5goH-giw/s1080/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckUusEu0IzooeKRbUNc9oMBbvZQ0UKpMXKr0Rh4o1ywFGWuR_jj_6hewhEG9oH00xAcTK17ftOSszTeMQLTuicz_fL8mtww6Fi7vh4xq_2KTCpcofn2NPUHEI4-uUrZe41Ilx6zXFTzAX-UiCv631ahIertDt5TThlQO-9meOfv1qArX98Y5goH-giw/w640-h640/1.png" width="640" /></a><br />2. Turning the pages of a good book can
influence you more than you might think. — Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWaYrZ18beeK9xVPR-g6WhJwSRdBqKQPzKNdyu9KWhhK5EZr4tZXSv26Y8zF74DXhZjqxlxMgJEHqFZmUHW8kIX34YayfSow7JsJ7mwLQAhdPj412i46XIdMb6QnBo4gubeViDzLi-ggMGf_FMR02_FQNdG9UccnWHfpQ2Bhgpzb1L6N_wIBBtRmqjw/s1080/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWaYrZ18beeK9xVPR-g6WhJwSRdBqKQPzKNdyu9KWhhK5EZr4tZXSv26Y8zF74DXhZjqxlxMgJEHqFZmUHW8kIX34YayfSow7JsJ7mwLQAhdPj412i46XIdMb6QnBo4gubeViDzLi-ggMGf_FMR02_FQNdG9UccnWHfpQ2Bhgpzb1L6N_wIBBtRmqjw/w640-h640/2.png" width="640" /><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWaYrZ18beeK9xVPR-g6WhJwSRdBqKQPzKNdyu9KWhhK5EZr4tZXSv26Y8zF74DXhZjqxlxMgJEHqFZmUHW8kIX34YayfSow7JsJ7mwLQAhdPj412i46XIdMb6QnBo4gubeViDzLi-ggMGf_FMR02_FQNdG9UccnWHfpQ2Bhgpzb1L6N_wIBBtRmqjw/s1080/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWaYrZ18beeK9xVPR-g6WhJwSRdBqKQPzKNdyu9KWhhK5EZr4tZXSv26Y8zF74DXhZjqxlxMgJEHqFZmUHW8kIX34YayfSow7JsJ7mwLQAhdPj412i46XIdMb6QnBo4gubeViDzLi-ggMGf_FMR02_FQNdG9UccnWHfpQ2Bhgpzb1L6N_wIBBtRmqjw/w640-h640/2.png" width="640" /></a><br />3. The cheapest form of adventure is a
book. — Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGHeGjXLK8AWPW1AlteHuXBG1PrMbnuM4AW7QQLHeN0ikvecS6_4WQNXQWmK35Dqi8-o8QSqM48niay6l3IPUV1g1ULYV_9swpH69LwzjLmUCh-7BAHCHXbPkqMfSdJZ4Ap_jCvhZ8NSwokvkq5BtSQyR1G93CKobVLrDg1DAIQsruPCzIX_SqAJgYQ/s1080/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGHeGjXLK8AWPW1AlteHuXBG1PrMbnuM4AW7QQLHeN0ikvecS6_4WQNXQWmK35Dqi8-o8QSqM48niay6l3IPUV1g1ULYV_9swpH69LwzjLmUCh-7BAHCHXbPkqMfSdJZ4Ap_jCvhZ8NSwokvkq5BtSQyR1G93CKobVLrDg1DAIQsruPCzIX_SqAJgYQ/w640-h640/3.png" width="640" /></a><br />4. Has a person who hardly ever reads
truly ever lived? — Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfzCSa89LoGMtmlh6TRAI_L07Jmf43DqOfx_Nd8Sp48HN7WdMszKFF_9GCL2r9F8h3t3ikIJVdU1u7EKyGF4xbLBizdtlDEJ1mboTWILEnN6ysnnkWyudtr9-Kyp7SriSjj9LvjVA1oAseEAzBmRGGT30YcpvdaNMD3xAJrLnXWl8-qakobFfH9s8Ag/s1080/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQfzCSa89LoGMtmlh6TRAI_L07Jmf43DqOfx_Nd8Sp48HN7WdMszKFF_9GCL2r9F8h3t3ikIJVdU1u7EKyGF4xbLBizdtlDEJ1mboTWILEnN6ysnnkWyudtr9-Kyp7SriSjj9LvjVA1oAseEAzBmRGGT30YcpvdaNMD3xAJrLnXWl8-qakobFfH9s8Ag/w640-h640/4.png" width="640" /></a><br />5. Every book is a new adventure. —
Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2boPz_Z4OwY3-Q_zclrij9sHDi1OcBRTlMDjQaBAZd3V1yoSmD_XoEYHvcMPEJ37hdkkOtPmmkoxLhfv2Dovyxjri38RoHkceBg1BHaT0XeR7KEYTlcPtw1r9yIYejWoOjDXptOebK-6uPvQYHbfcMAA6wXHxmibRBX_01fHH4FiNyv57jxnwLnX4Zg/s1080/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2boPz_Z4OwY3-Q_zclrij9sHDi1OcBRTlMDjQaBAZd3V1yoSmD_XoEYHvcMPEJ37hdkkOtPmmkoxLhfv2Dovyxjri38RoHkceBg1BHaT0XeR7KEYTlcPtw1r9yIYejWoOjDXptOebK-6uPvQYHbfcMAA6wXHxmibRBX_01fHH4FiNyv57jxnwLnX4Zg/w640-h640/5.png" width="640" /></a><br />6. Not reading should be a sin. — Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FtBW7n48S5sAGK9SUNwkEGYKEQK8km3CDMLNcD3dmBnmlziKG2vIF3JXXF2kjNqHFID94qaZMimUA7UsZiMh40r0VMWq9TfN7Bka6aHMeFYBpGWS4LBDU5ekWU9MSrwNw9B1uGJHJi4Z2njI5nbOTQMSYO5ycm4TecDC4IF75euHTVR_1dIeeFLXwA/s1080/6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FtBW7n48S5sAGK9SUNwkEGYKEQK8km3CDMLNcD3dmBnmlziKG2vIF3JXXF2kjNqHFID94qaZMimUA7UsZiMh40r0VMWq9TfN7Bka6aHMeFYBpGWS4LBDU5ekWU9MSrwNw9B1uGJHJi4Z2njI5nbOTQMSYO5ycm4TecDC4IF75euHTVR_1dIeeFLXwA/w640-h640/6.png" width="640" /></a><br />7. Stories have endless possibilities and
can take you any place your heart dreams of going. — Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAgTPW1NYFZUse5c1htjm0_VAVT1HAxGiYS7g5mOg2R7kEgcmw41pWDq7IvR9-ChXhOhrXMtosmmllGxQ0fCUPVye8B8zG0G5IcwtRJArj3_xqd1vMYHmwS0qkeubTmQK2J4TgbFoJLVHmqzDeamHwReVSzfG3heOMtWWb3ZoLkp1UPN-yZpaqAjaaQ/s1080/7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAgTPW1NYFZUse5c1htjm0_VAVT1HAxGiYS7g5mOg2R7kEgcmw41pWDq7IvR9-ChXhOhrXMtosmmllGxQ0fCUPVye8B8zG0G5IcwtRJArj3_xqd1vMYHmwS0qkeubTmQK2J4TgbFoJLVHmqzDeamHwReVSzfG3heOMtWWb3ZoLkp1UPN-yZpaqAjaaQ/w640-h640/7.png" width="640" /></a><br />8. Everyone should make reading one of
their hobbies. — Unknown<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQy7YSIkvZiKmBN9cqVqVVF2TbIpw3PnJhf8pXG5wXSi_tgxHU4mJHTyrJuJuFJzBwdLCjB0esKrUH5sZxPDzUM5ONOzsnB8xJ1jxf5UV3qoJGBFKKkFGDxw7swAqoItQd2uOj-xSJ5vucdhGCXc29GP5mvVTCWWIk572IE-K6e3kIfIwsSxn0taBKZA/s1080/8.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQy7YSIkvZiKmBN9cqVqVVF2TbIpw3PnJhf8pXG5wXSi_tgxHU4mJHTyrJuJuFJzBwdLCjB0esKrUH5sZxPDzUM5ONOzsnB8xJ1jxf5UV3qoJGBFKKkFGDxw7swAqoItQd2uOj-xSJ5vucdhGCXc29GP5mvVTCWWIk572IE-K6e3kIfIwsSxn0taBKZA/w640-h640/8.png" width="640" /></a><br />9. Literacy is a bridge from misery to
hope. —Kofi Annan<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkdsf75XL_VVQr8A3TltPNm2StIfuxfp1WblfSojsIlOH9yNKt3VNNmz60u43gYBxEWxeafBqNvZIvTE91q6np9UyL4n2aXHqKGwOQSn5E7sStpDDqNtQZYxq-w5QOQ9I1CXuTA41MsCMctWv9PYiwR0UGhHVeHck27_0Fnqx9qRo4fdVqJorRKyR5w/s1080/9.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkdsf75XL_VVQr8A3TltPNm2StIfuxfp1WblfSojsIlOH9yNKt3VNNmz60u43gYBxEWxeafBqNvZIvTE91q6np9UyL4n2aXHqKGwOQSn5E7sStpDDqNtQZYxq-w5QOQ9I1CXuTA41MsCMctWv9PYiwR0UGhHVeHck27_0Fnqx9qRo4fdVqJorRKyR5w/w640-h640/9.png" width="640" /></a><br />10. Any book that helps a child to form a
habit of reading, to make reading one of his needs, is good for him. —Maya
Angelou<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKKVMB0BGLtcX_vTq5Jvivxpt3EpSJl9KUWW0PtDMbgpUrLFeH7CLeFkBCBtf2OF0ozZn16y7Qq_mTjPAwsl4bI-QxEjPw9hgbyczyYV9rJVWv2Cy7DCRF0ObSrIfahM9EO_pUO7Wf1Cx5enn4Tl_8EE06mvw0EbM_POtYPvOXRFiiDlMdf5cQRc4dw/s1080/10.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVKKVMB0BGLtcX_vTq5Jvivxpt3EpSJl9KUWW0PtDMbgpUrLFeH7CLeFkBCBtf2OF0ozZn16y7Qq_mTjPAwsl4bI-QxEjPw9hgbyczyYV9rJVWv2Cy7DCRF0ObSrIfahM9EO_pUO7Wf1Cx5enn4Tl_8EE06mvw0EbM_POtYPvOXRFiiDlMdf5cQRc4dw/w640-h640/10.png" width="640" /></a><br />11. There is no such thing as a child who
hates to read; there are only children who have not found the right book.
—Frank Serafini<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZCzL8cAqkuv-nKwuP-ogbvujVpiglHAI74voDdG4x3DivJauoBKuZsURKq19nYPEsQhR5RQBxqzOram530ZWUBvKepm9aD-DWEMCBL-NvtgEXPkGPU7e-7zYA4vlwDc1ARR04GmUwwYRvFDt5meQQxRKAcMw8wzFyAt688FITj_U5zKP77gXVpZmIg/s1080/11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZCzL8cAqkuv-nKwuP-ogbvujVpiglHAI74voDdG4x3DivJauoBKuZsURKq19nYPEsQhR5RQBxqzOram530ZWUBvKepm9aD-DWEMCBL-NvtgEXPkGPU7e-7zYA4vlwDc1ARR04GmUwwYRvFDt5meQQxRKAcMw8wzFyAt688FITj_U5zKP77gXVpZmIg/w640-h640/11.png" width="640" /></a></span></h2><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">12. <span style="text-align: left;">One of the greatest gifts adults can
give—to their offspring and to their society—is to read to children. —Carl
Sagan</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Hi89aN2yasbznbAxlo60gW8LGSE6olvy4g-4dJp7TBek8n5LI4b274BDa3E9UHmb_ICOZL5AMJvnmO4KIFJAYoc2vWKm8M2pLoyGxR_xG-jd78bRV_B2NMpxpSzsr_zY6OZIeicp298pTieGDgBBK_L2tebih-bjHiLWysk1N_TRsYGU8Dd2o6PJOw/s1080/12.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Hi89aN2yasbznbAxlo60gW8LGSE6olvy4g-4dJp7TBek8n5LI4b274BDa3E9UHmb_ICOZL5AMJvnmO4KIFJAYoc2vWKm8M2pLoyGxR_xG-jd78bRV_B2NMpxpSzsr_zY6OZIeicp298pTieGDgBBK_L2tebih-bjHiLWysk1N_TRsYGU8Dd2o6PJOw/w640-h640/12.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">13. Whenever you read a good book,
somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light. —Vera Nazarian</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtSr3R5Lil3ttP47IEA5KfRjH4RyuKqICdY-paf5mgH47FXGVju0EScM5n1M8v_QJm7f7m9cLSBvEvxFVv8nxpsIbl9abUCFCRMAMUlI_CB-4_zQAwoDGyS7_rDIW3MeTKWlSN9c5Kzx4kkGBGMiDcSh0CuZT_76EvBcQUxM-e9myHDo-rNg0sPrskA/s1080/13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVtSr3R5Lil3ttP47IEA5KfRjH4RyuKqICdY-paf5mgH47FXGVju0EScM5n1M8v_QJm7f7m9cLSBvEvxFVv8nxpsIbl9abUCFCRMAMUlI_CB-4_zQAwoDGyS7_rDIW3MeTKWlSN9c5Kzx4kkGBGMiDcSh0CuZT_76EvBcQUxM-e9myHDo-rNg0sPrskA/w640-h640/13.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">14. There is no substitute for books in
the life of a child. —May Ellen Chase</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAe7KCeplB8-PzFdl88TFklkMfirp7MIhm8dnApcDrF3uQ-USH10GNtsuHyPk16JKbhTlVo0fQBseQaEW8G4FL9iWbk557cwxjf1swDm40uNKKYG4d-vWXCoGJt9UCwiwjAlLYLzmmuFq7nJKtfSc_v9eNADCyEdxgk4jMcrE-7HznjreQ-j6h5qZhg/s1080/14.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAe7KCeplB8-PzFdl88TFklkMfirp7MIhm8dnApcDrF3uQ-USH10GNtsuHyPk16JKbhTlVo0fQBseQaEW8G4FL9iWbk557cwxjf1swDm40uNKKYG4d-vWXCoGJt9UCwiwjAlLYLzmmuFq7nJKtfSc_v9eNADCyEdxgk4jMcrE-7HznjreQ-j6h5qZhg/w640-h640/14.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">15. It is not enough to simply teach
children to read; we have to give them something worth reading. Something that
will stretch their imaginations—something that will help them make sense of
their own lives and encourage them to reach out toward people whose lives are
quite different from their own. —Katherine Patterson</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhvSfo55lNAdZBow8pFwQudYlCMGUdwFpa3AQnrKeZRvoQUb-TvslxTj2skpxzSrnvaeS4IvrlMRqgtmlBKAF8hAeANkqz10igrO7GF6CcRSqrGjc-8u4XD5V846MRF4Gqkh_Jn3FDtyPDyxWzFuaMBgwzXGVG4PAuYXezKKK_xMiq1Nu5mH1H0ki5Q/s1080/15.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhvSfo55lNAdZBow8pFwQudYlCMGUdwFpa3AQnrKeZRvoQUb-TvslxTj2skpxzSrnvaeS4IvrlMRqgtmlBKAF8hAeANkqz10igrO7GF6CcRSqrGjc-8u4XD5V846MRF4Gqkh_Jn3FDtyPDyxWzFuaMBgwzXGVG4PAuYXezKKK_xMiq1Nu5mH1H0ki5Q/w640-h640/15.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">16. When you learn to read you will be
born again…and you will never be quite so alone again. —Rumer Godden</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZMy0tXa1m85nLd2QfjOOEe_-v8zBOiwUIQ9BXoXYvNQhhd578mYPQEjN3OqSxCz0xDen83vT4rtC3BkkW9IAutR3CQhpGsVp4lOYBM819Cttyqo9UggYWzNAJ7_Eb8Rbeb-TfRG8lGUADvDCe093p68t7SjmZ00kK_2PBrbC3Zmf1qqLJT3J9Vhzmg/s1080/16.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZMy0tXa1m85nLd2QfjOOEe_-v8zBOiwUIQ9BXoXYvNQhhd578mYPQEjN3OqSxCz0xDen83vT4rtC3BkkW9IAutR3CQhpGsVp4lOYBM819Cttyqo9UggYWzNAJ7_Eb8Rbeb-TfRG8lGUADvDCe093p68t7SjmZ00kK_2PBrbC3Zmf1qqLJT3J9Vhzmg/w640-h640/16.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">17. <span style="text-align: left;">So it is with children who learn to
read fluently and well: They begin to take flight into whole new worlds as
effortlessly as young birds take to the sky. —William James</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-oE4ImNxDHOEGTJkKbCSRSpsz3rTWeJGjzrxCOC0i-gmQtf-UvbHp0E2a6mZ9Zuzmsye4xjrjMnBZ5hIyjtgvN6BOa7LMpOoXwtQ-vloearLLgsM6-ZtGj7nfjedfVplajJGO0SvNDOhdProIEdPA9jID0YmMmHg3qJrOqqSDNW-kKCIg0fuSEOwZ6w/s1080/17.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-oE4ImNxDHOEGTJkKbCSRSpsz3rTWeJGjzrxCOC0i-gmQtf-UvbHp0E2a6mZ9Zuzmsye4xjrjMnBZ5hIyjtgvN6BOa7LMpOoXwtQ-vloearLLgsM6-ZtGj7nfjedfVplajJGO0SvNDOhdProIEdPA9jID0YmMmHg3qJrOqqSDNW-kKCIg0fuSEOwZ6w/w640-h640/17.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">18. <span style="text-align: left;">The greatest gift is a passion for
reading. —Elizabeth Hardwick</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcc-tW7SIY67ijiKX6OhPcjPIhhmCq5lE3P53RyuQb6nX6APUvyTPre5HusfATaicZynfgnIOf5F7lh_nrYMCJnFGd_VK3_R51wIUmZwtGyicIqf4k9lRM7GouyGHSdAfgY6BD4TB32UBcskUsr_Unby1YpsAYdrXUL24FUQYA0znukyMchX_DIJKxA/s1080/18.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcc-tW7SIY67ijiKX6OhPcjPIhhmCq5lE3P53RyuQb6nX6APUvyTPre5HusfATaicZynfgnIOf5F7lh_nrYMCJnFGd_VK3_R51wIUmZwtGyicIqf4k9lRM7GouyGHSdAfgY6BD4TB32UBcskUsr_Unby1YpsAYdrXUL24FUQYA0znukyMchX_DIJKxA/w640-h640/18.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">19. There are perhaps no days of our
childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book. —Marcel
Proust</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzQHgPepRtln-gbas_s24VYyeDzLmZpbkKz3WnZ_HHHD3U5k12Y3BiXrkm7PWuF7p8PDzekFczqk2tVJkXBN8O_ZPgwXckYvXwdx-mTC-YO40_lKIeai2lQNBU1a79w3xhg3YkFa3ISxK8dK0u6-KOyzkURnC1JuLRcDw8BM4ODXNeYWRqzFoSLiCNg/s1080/19.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHzQHgPepRtln-gbas_s24VYyeDzLmZpbkKz3WnZ_HHHD3U5k12Y3BiXrkm7PWuF7p8PDzekFczqk2tVJkXBN8O_ZPgwXckYvXwdx-mTC-YO40_lKIeai2lQNBU1a79w3xhg3YkFa3ISxK8dK0u6-KOyzkURnC1JuLRcDw8BM4ODXNeYWRqzFoSLiCNg/w640-h640/19.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">20. Do not take that gift of hope lightly.
It has the power to conquer despair in the midst of sorrow, to light the
darkness in the valleys of life, to whisper “One more time” in the face of
failure. Hope is what gives life to dreams, making the fairy tale the reality.
—L.R. Knost</span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWmb9abE6s--JdK6NCb2muxOvqPZeCjSMdjeuSjieEZ97d1UBVM9tk6D3WAfKuiuZD2b3LIJH3BrwcAmFFFRqkgJrdYQq8fhFWvAfaWBaooJf8mrN8iag2SPwzbXd1lxjr-WdfJa0W9jpyl9QFWQTw1Uv-uevW9x19C0xh2PC6h_O9f7AURSsZBJugw/s1080/20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWmb9abE6s--JdK6NCb2muxOvqPZeCjSMdjeuSjieEZ97d1UBVM9tk6D3WAfKuiuZD2b3LIJH3BrwcAmFFFRqkgJrdYQq8fhFWvAfaWBaooJf8mrN8iag2SPwzbXd1lxjr-WdfJa0W9jpyl9QFWQTw1Uv-uevW9x19C0xh2PC6h_O9f7AURSsZBJugw/w640-h640/20.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">21. <span style="text-align: left;">Read. Everything you can get your
hands on. Read until words become your friends. Then when you need to find one,
they will jump into your mind, waving their hands for you to pick them. And you
can select whichever you like, just like a captain choosing a stickball team.
—Karen Witemeyer</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ws8UskfWUhYiqszH4NMBY5ygoqgzKGs7pZyj2Ct5cOxJOvzcZun8hctUzjKS6oQA9sCt7bhf26up5A4Edazi-9F20OhE6krijwBAGYXyPYZCKMHQq0qgposQd8Q-dkqKmhANn3v_GNb-fELjKRBP3pLbiQMc1FpPHHqV4UWBiDiKMxEiucb-XvIoWA/s1080/21.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Ws8UskfWUhYiqszH4NMBY5ygoqgzKGs7pZyj2Ct5cOxJOvzcZun8hctUzjKS6oQA9sCt7bhf26up5A4Edazi-9F20OhE6krijwBAGYXyPYZCKMHQq0qgposQd8Q-dkqKmhANn3v_GNb-fELjKRBP3pLbiQMc1FpPHHqV4UWBiDiKMxEiucb-XvIoWA/w640-h640/21.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">22. <span style="text-align: left;">Books are lighthouses erected in the
great sea of time. —E.P. Whipple</span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcerdZGoBs7jCpeDjEFbDtzR9UItQ42ZAg2CHvaxeRVDhjXOnGDeBOh2HehMO5o8wCXEzKd_NEHUr2NV2QkFbJR2aFYNw5Z8MlLOS0Dk8_8H5WrqSZSp-9yJ0LqzUCQ0FMPNU21SGRf8v7vMqpGZNU05d6Ky9SNSdTFgiXAURUejbBiO0o2KqhHhefyw/s1080/22.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcerdZGoBs7jCpeDjEFbDtzR9UItQ42ZAg2CHvaxeRVDhjXOnGDeBOh2HehMO5o8wCXEzKd_NEHUr2NV2QkFbJR2aFYNw5Z8MlLOS0Dk8_8H5WrqSZSp-9yJ0LqzUCQ0FMPNU21SGRf8v7vMqpGZNU05d6Ky9SNSdTFgiXAURUejbBiO0o2KqhHhefyw/w640-h640/22.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">23. A lot of people ask me if I were
shipwrecked and could only have one book, what would it be? I always say, “How
to Build a Boat.” —Stephen Wright</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFa6tOuhcwj1o1q4lBx3Z8QDzZ-I7i82DNIhOPVbffVIN7e0G2wBNMjGM6uFLKW8RYEVulMQgNjEjGksXi8w_GBG1zS99maaWJ_yv5Mq2etv1mdgkt1VkM6Ek9SptDX4Aqre0BOlgTksqR8hopQhmmnDQ_bONE3sY02I3WUEKAfYWAMky5foxW4BfS2w/s1080/23.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFa6tOuhcwj1o1q4lBx3Z8QDzZ-I7i82DNIhOPVbffVIN7e0G2wBNMjGM6uFLKW8RYEVulMQgNjEjGksXi8w_GBG1zS99maaWJ_yv5Mq2etv1mdgkt1VkM6Ek9SptDX4Aqre0BOlgTksqR8hopQhmmnDQ_bONE3sY02I3WUEKAfYWAMky5foxW4BfS2w/w640-h640/23.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">24. There is a wonder in reading Braille
that the sighted will never know: to touch words and have them touch you back.
—Jim Fiebig</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0APAmRUuEaSChQCvoBg_xQy3sfGdThUtShsq-mb2aNqEO4GhWNvcHisrySj2wZZETTA4ldDim1_ascP3OaPpKnLYNPsQAQeZBiqItXCYmVP3frkpe6Vxllca_rMnNpRjkkH-K5lLiSVr5mtC37PTMBB78fKnTgHKCVXLXT72MvibLq-GPaslWxmmAGQ/s1080/24.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0APAmRUuEaSChQCvoBg_xQy3sfGdThUtShsq-mb2aNqEO4GhWNvcHisrySj2wZZETTA4ldDim1_ascP3OaPpKnLYNPsQAQeZBiqItXCYmVP3frkpe6Vxllca_rMnNpRjkkH-K5lLiSVr5mtC37PTMBB78fKnTgHKCVXLXT72MvibLq-GPaslWxmmAGQ/w640-h640/24.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">25. A house without books is like a room
without windows. —Horace Mann</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuup_wVT6NA-pWOexxK_ryB4xeo18p9w0T2Kw7Khddv9bg_Kzl-HBsmlhIgxYh4PNlimoP9CGdUd7c9WJaARiDp88RZF9RT-LliWoe9bLYndred7o21opOq7SruGCB564uUpDqART5Wptq1FazDuujryNhFZjZFSlYTar3504XjKnzB2vJGvghpX8v3w/s1080/25.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuup_wVT6NA-pWOexxK_ryB4xeo18p9w0T2Kw7Khddv9bg_Kzl-HBsmlhIgxYh4PNlimoP9CGdUd7c9WJaARiDp88RZF9RT-LliWoe9bLYndred7o21opOq7SruGCB564uUpDqART5Wptq1FazDuujryNhFZjZFSlYTar3504XjKnzB2vJGvghpX8v3w/w640-h640/25.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">26. Writing
is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens
of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of
time—proof that humans can work magic. —Carl Sagan</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsveH3KquI75416BEyIxAyPhoN1PLqgqYhjgwECMcxgVDTe_KPC-p_7XPcgX_ZQQ8waOrt2lCm7hsYjTrYUN8tZrTBaju9AreCEOkEyStcDmbNCaLluVd4sN5S8EnFjlcbzeYj7MNntABop0JYdY8PSGE6e2q8HXx4pKHOno90hCB4b9PL4p1_0XElg/s1080/26.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipsveH3KquI75416BEyIxAyPhoN1PLqgqYhjgwECMcxgVDTe_KPC-p_7XPcgX_ZQQ8waOrt2lCm7hsYjTrYUN8tZrTBaju9AreCEOkEyStcDmbNCaLluVd4sN5S8EnFjlcbzeYj7MNntABop0JYdY8PSGE6e2q8HXx4pKHOno90hCB4b9PL4p1_0XElg/w640-h640/26.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">27. A parent or a teacher has only his
lifetime; a good book can teach forever. —Louis L’Amour</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdWBkVeaac5OGaoyYgkA8VHZ3c-nuVYr5gMgbBZDaQiq60vG1Ul-dAJG-Vu83Zkxwo-SlXIAj1-1rd-rbXxxnFBj-poMFwwyGtqqX4_B94GoIQRisW1rkQAMxjaqJJamH8bBabjxOq7Abe-LoLzRGw-w6FTXhYhpV5ysVwj1STQBAIVbmJ5r7hO09GA/s1080/27.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdWBkVeaac5OGaoyYgkA8VHZ3c-nuVYr5gMgbBZDaQiq60vG1Ul-dAJG-Vu83Zkxwo-SlXIAj1-1rd-rbXxxnFBj-poMFwwyGtqqX4_B94GoIQRisW1rkQAMxjaqJJamH8bBabjxOq7Abe-LoLzRGw-w6FTXhYhpV5ysVwj1STQBAIVbmJ5r7hO09GA/w640-h640/27.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">28. Reading is important, because if you can read, you can learn anything about everything and everything about anything. —Tomie dePaola</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_1akkoVu0rJ6OL3ddI4IGUNhnxCSpDyj0pl2bh1QtlKRQyYIsUT1MoCuP9VLI-ytkqTlQPhn7NN8lN_mllQEUBxJVnvxVkEXYgzRXIlAwJZcHBnLYTLNIk6-GXGF8M_hOTeDdebzrqZXHUvhuMLJdQJZfpnb8ubXhTRIOZKFiEj9ff90VifF-Khz7g/s1080/28.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_1akkoVu0rJ6OL3ddI4IGUNhnxCSpDyj0pl2bh1QtlKRQyYIsUT1MoCuP9VLI-ytkqTlQPhn7NN8lN_mllQEUBxJVnvxVkEXYgzRXIlAwJZcHBnLYTLNIk6-GXGF8M_hOTeDdebzrqZXHUvhuMLJdQJZfpnb8ubXhTRIOZKFiEj9ff90VifF-Khz7g/w640-h640/28.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">29. It is books that are the key to the
wide world; if you can’t do anything else, read all that you can. —Jane
Hamilton</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNi3qxgtf6v3OlsvDVgfbLTEoT1ntpZEU9WCovQy0DZo07RCFKV1Knb0UB_MoGqbAUB5beA6yBc2hkBZ2DKN8TaUt-HOo3k08aDkO_vB4pk9RH6yT6DFtVBd3NmSXzbXLCiS8qDMqTwo6vmyDze1p_JevqEmUI9lFWdBQYtKZU70djGqBKkfChfl9oQ/s1080/29.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNi3qxgtf6v3OlsvDVgfbLTEoT1ntpZEU9WCovQy0DZo07RCFKV1Knb0UB_MoGqbAUB5beA6yBc2hkBZ2DKN8TaUt-HOo3k08aDkO_vB4pk9RH6yT6DFtVBd3NmSXzbXLCiS8qDMqTwo6vmyDze1p_JevqEmUI9lFWdBQYtKZU70djGqBKkfChfl9oQ/w640-h640/29.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">30. I would be most content if my children
grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of
building enough bookshelves. —Anna Quindlen</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzcgiOmcj-4SgmhXvA3jzw-U_SS2oiIeX7NmhbvFT4tJYcHu1IdR_-IDE1X8Whf5XqvCuJcAeJEE53FwrlUioJ1pfp5HIP-gKyCcBUmWKmFaOIQu9aICphdB2qi1W6wB6S3QElw312G_DuR8FHfBS8piKeJev2ygW3h_3oKgeWPZktUrVLVNaLYKOHg/s1080/30.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzcgiOmcj-4SgmhXvA3jzw-U_SS2oiIeX7NmhbvFT4tJYcHu1IdR_-IDE1X8Whf5XqvCuJcAeJEE53FwrlUioJ1pfp5HIP-gKyCcBUmWKmFaOIQu9aICphdB2qi1W6wB6S3QElw312G_DuR8FHfBS8piKeJev2ygW3h_3oKgeWPZktUrVLVNaLYKOHg/w640-h640/30.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdQfR8q0Yl5xv6TwCeEFPGEWyNGZRd-L1T9bTvf-mgqsRRGGAhsEJxvGaW9pMrEIuPFmJ7d9g-iBqmIDwrVRh9MRw_tA2qZaVanf6jQ7fv28LQYOjFxmiGJZAiFw8jQc1E4ADHQifBvz1xTTpMgtX_e6hk5x5tssy0xVo-lfe03IZWyoJajayNuWOwQ/s365/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdQfR8q0Yl5xv6TwCeEFPGEWyNGZRd-L1T9bTvf-mgqsRRGGAhsEJxvGaW9pMrEIuPFmJ7d9g-iBqmIDwrVRh9MRw_tA2qZaVanf6jQ7fv28LQYOjFxmiGJZAiFw8jQc1E4ADHQifBvz1xTTpMgtX_e6hk5x5tssy0xVo-lfe03IZWyoJajayNuWOwQ/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p><br /></p></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-65693235506186052552022-06-01T08:00:00.005+05:302022-06-01T08:00:00.180+05:3030 Motivating Quotes for this June<p><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">30 Motivating Quotes for this June</span></b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Hello all, </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Wow. June is here already. Time is literally flying these days. But let's not let the daily life stress drag us down. Here are 30 quotes to motivate your days this month. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">1. “You must expect great things of yourself before you can do them.” —Michael Jordan</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vhwliMxibueU6zz2mFPWUItIkw57j5ySV8RcAZXvILXIo4Y-mWo0t8ygvctUyui_9TM4z7uZIypg_sBkLsjfeYqyDERiQGyL6o1PzC6zlitrEGfSYjMjAwicY2kVih8EP5E4VYmrFIBycCrrIE85zDzsaQhdafQUPaGaXwHZHuRDXR_xOt-H8LZv9A/s1080/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vhwliMxibueU6zz2mFPWUItIkw57j5ySV8RcAZXvILXIo4Y-mWo0t8ygvctUyui_9TM4z7uZIypg_sBkLsjfeYqyDERiQGyL6o1PzC6zlitrEGfSYjMjAwicY2kVih8EP5E4VYmrFIBycCrrIE85zDzsaQhdafQUPaGaXwHZHuRDXR_xOt-H8LZv9A/w640-h640/1.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">2. “The best way to predict your future is to create it.” — Abraham Lincoln</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDKYBBimp1QeQ-3J9fE7gbwz38UTXacl7fn_HgOXyaWcVEdeIvte30DM_bIRTSsU4kqfVu9xcJzneKnN3JKEbb4-m-e1vpjB9xxjio3DCaPtNOPTF0v0s0NnKVRsaqKgqkvnUh2OCCmMPYWOZClmtvMk24faVnObBE8jzEpjcDB58bu_obonogcAKWQ/s1080/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDKYBBimp1QeQ-3J9fE7gbwz38UTXacl7fn_HgOXyaWcVEdeIvte30DM_bIRTSsU4kqfVu9xcJzneKnN3JKEbb4-m-e1vpjB9xxjio3DCaPtNOPTF0v0s0NnKVRsaqKgqkvnUh2OCCmMPYWOZClmtvMk24faVnObBE8jzEpjcDB58bu_obonogcAKWQ/w640-h640/2.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">3. “If you’re not stubborn, you’ll give up on experiments too soon. And if you’re not flexible, you’ll pound your head against the wall and you won’t see a different solution to a problem you’re trying to solve.” —Jeff Bezos</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAQxdbEev5s1lbT07n8GxI_lMgGJUM1z0XHahP9bQ4LMDQfskHVvpExIasItTjG9Rulfz7fZ5Bj6VNDRt9njUj-3KCbVAOPFbna4s_A3OeQksJRHf0kuMhXWrJZQKSFZaR8ajssse2nc7oiTF99PhM4GMSjUruiMSPsCuRDghT-LOITRvK6Hxk0jGVA/s1080/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcAQxdbEev5s1lbT07n8GxI_lMgGJUM1z0XHahP9bQ4LMDQfskHVvpExIasItTjG9Rulfz7fZ5Bj6VNDRt9njUj-3KCbVAOPFbna4s_A3OeQksJRHf0kuMhXWrJZQKSFZaR8ajssse2nc7oiTF99PhM4GMSjUruiMSPsCuRDghT-LOITRvK6Hxk0jGVA/w640-h640/3.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">4. “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” —J. K. Rowling</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2ezd-88Vg9NTRww7b2C_3viKgqEQCJfJWriMV8-NpARY9FLz-jW8jy_p7W6anPD2CFu3a_74M9MAuDv9srdEyZoOkFhTcM6MYTMSYKNjwrWoBWYuMllp0cqyXS3qU5PlGC-e2lLbeYuY-oon2y6va0T2iTEO3y5PMdKJrJgmTd6j0jijUIach8rcBQ/s1080/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2ezd-88Vg9NTRww7b2C_3viKgqEQCJfJWriMV8-NpARY9FLz-jW8jy_p7W6anPD2CFu3a_74M9MAuDv9srdEyZoOkFhTcM6MYTMSYKNjwrWoBWYuMllp0cqyXS3qU5PlGC-e2lLbeYuY-oon2y6va0T2iTEO3y5PMdKJrJgmTd6j0jijUIach8rcBQ/w640-h640/4.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">5. “Don’t limit yourself. Many people limit themselves to what they think they can do. You can go as far as your mind lets you. What you believe, remember, you can achieve.” —Mary Kay Ash </div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LaFgqilEBFnkp9MqLK7ZFRE5zm8esUGek0D6VyRbcibKuK8rfCNM8SVMEpLr-TuqBkmC9q4db4I9TA4fAmKwqQ82AkLr3jQGMtLNKiX7TT0EbZFkfae-WttyKIki90GYQxAq1TXhGMfbGLUZ_mMn7Ah3bsyaju27l1503nqbFZAshjzAknL33Lw3hw/s1080/5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8LaFgqilEBFnkp9MqLK7ZFRE5zm8esUGek0D6VyRbcibKuK8rfCNM8SVMEpLr-TuqBkmC9q4db4I9TA4fAmKwqQ82AkLr3jQGMtLNKiX7TT0EbZFkfae-WttyKIki90GYQxAq1TXhGMfbGLUZ_mMn7Ah3bsyaju27l1503nqbFZAshjzAknL33Lw3hw/w640-h640/5.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">6. “We should remember that just as a positive outlook on life can promote good health, so can everyday acts of kindness.” —Hillary Clinton</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddy_YB3NUS0o0ZKAspYegIeM3ASZOS9OoUBkF5ZFoIpQ1sRKJZROf8CzSLaLS6QVdL3MpIFUXTbsotim96KrddhlTV1yMt_EFQsp-xTB7INpbW4JvtvvIWWWY4fYRqaKsgaYO83qa7rzY3fzw49kbwNGtZ9SF5JKzhkOmXpG3Jkq1AwGSF74MlqBzVQ/s1080/6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddy_YB3NUS0o0ZKAspYegIeM3ASZOS9OoUBkF5ZFoIpQ1sRKJZROf8CzSLaLS6QVdL3MpIFUXTbsotim96KrddhlTV1yMt_EFQsp-xTB7INpbW4JvtvvIWWWY4fYRqaKsgaYO83qa7rzY3fzw49kbwNGtZ9SF5JKzhkOmXpG3Jkq1AwGSF74MlqBzVQ/w640-h640/6.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">7. “If you can do what you do best and be happy, you’re further along in life than most people.” —Leonardo DiCaprio</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0XO9TD7-aB7fpjOoGCYaodGkyZbg8guHiAnrcpZlIbGLy5cnbwNbdaqcj2mnEgYzDvlTvv9TIniECAby-uL0avpHt8Ja9KlvadT63qR0wn72XyAnRmnBF7gAiOV5SLxbfWbUL2DGdVxRkfC8yvn8my7kXfdSObdQ06cihxHw7q6fjuOULU5aHk57hmA/s1080/7.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0XO9TD7-aB7fpjOoGCYaodGkyZbg8guHiAnrcpZlIbGLy5cnbwNbdaqcj2mnEgYzDvlTvv9TIniECAby-uL0avpHt8Ja9KlvadT63qR0wn72XyAnRmnBF7gAiOV5SLxbfWbUL2DGdVxRkfC8yvn8my7kXfdSObdQ06cihxHw7q6fjuOULU5aHk57hmA/w640-h640/7.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">8. “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” —Dr. Seuss </div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjBU3DGt4ua5ioXTT9qkk2CvYGiKgmC93P6bQ6YbYb7IACFPTbwZQbd5P2EvZkn5STNNm3pRjZ9F5RrjS92tguXpDULHTLwtRsfjZ3qxisqjTwQqGXABYRXt6IS6LYvRakBiFwyN70z_DFBmRljXIilrDPtx-Y3pnBfV7Qfvbt4KMYGwINfMZB1Zrkg/s1080/8.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVjBU3DGt4ua5ioXTT9qkk2CvYGiKgmC93P6bQ6YbYb7IACFPTbwZQbd5P2EvZkn5STNNm3pRjZ9F5RrjS92tguXpDULHTLwtRsfjZ3qxisqjTwQqGXABYRXt6IS6LYvRakBiFwyN70z_DFBmRljXIilrDPtx-Y3pnBfV7Qfvbt4KMYGwINfMZB1Zrkg/w640-h640/8.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">9. “If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you’ll never enjoy the sunshine.” —Morris West</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHYojnjfiDxSDi5K-FL-cQZNuT6enGd6xv7vWp3Q2V7MA3QFWo-mcxntdPqewHg7obXiceRaBM1aPydUSRo54HMC9NBjUHtLbvkPx9a703AW_vGqhpO2ktXQxICVADLNWCTOw8mBgS08Yl_SV0IloPw2nfi7tFJzv-90shDlbZtsPnzQxPGt0trH1SQ/s1080/9.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHYojnjfiDxSDi5K-FL-cQZNuT6enGd6xv7vWp3Q2V7MA3QFWo-mcxntdPqewHg7obXiceRaBM1aPydUSRo54HMC9NBjUHtLbvkPx9a703AW_vGqhpO2ktXQxICVADLNWCTOw8mBgS08Yl_SV0IloPw2nfi7tFJzv-90shDlbZtsPnzQxPGt0trH1SQ/w640-h640/9.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">10. “When you cease to dream you cease to live.” —Malcolm Forbes</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UssQYIeqswsux6DkxKYpdw5oKHltzd4pnJxuRFvrbCPdMoJ2O0Lq6WShQ8DOps18wu9Q3iOXp-C9PBEB5JOdtApzx_tLN_m_hxprOlqmQ43EEc5bgQkueQ8opvPnmwvR3sOr352E3XmsT46XOSLzdPOFuKCqgvDoCBaQz0uS_fF5_l2HZkep0MxnIw/s1080/10.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UssQYIeqswsux6DkxKYpdw5oKHltzd4pnJxuRFvrbCPdMoJ2O0Lq6WShQ8DOps18wu9Q3iOXp-C9PBEB5JOdtApzx_tLN_m_hxprOlqmQ43EEc5bgQkueQ8opvPnmwvR3sOr352E3XmsT46XOSLzdPOFuKCqgvDoCBaQz0uS_fF5_l2HZkep0MxnIw/w640-h640/10.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">11. “Every moment is a fresh beginning.” —T.S. Eliot</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFV2ZWJ6WUHx1imiWj-ZHOzVLis30XZwf3ER82qbqDzYhDIceTn_YRz43vio5eQqyatysZsJTeHqKZMb7ICznSbQRoouc5HGk0CqRqjT1u2eVjm6BaDfWbu8ztRn5jHXzY-AhJopu7KP22G1kJiDdja2xIN41bbl-cZ3xQ7NIpM5WJThan03O5K9rcw/s1080/11.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFV2ZWJ6WUHx1imiWj-ZHOzVLis30XZwf3ER82qbqDzYhDIceTn_YRz43vio5eQqyatysZsJTeHqKZMb7ICznSbQRoouc5HGk0CqRqjT1u2eVjm6BaDfWbu8ztRn5jHXzY-AhJopu7KP22G1kJiDdja2xIN41bbl-cZ3xQ7NIpM5WJThan03O5K9rcw/w640-h640/11.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">12. “Identity is a prison you can never escape, but the way to redeem your past is not to run from it, but to try to understand it, and use it as a foundation to grow.” —Jay-Z</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInlgph2a4ZepO-cTN1fYb9PgQZMZImwErxxWauqHwiUBZNxhTA2ttzR-RZ7wls5WiRF5DyIr8_mNlX3OqjsMLVTXKOMzOnT0KNg5vZmHENZ-nL5fs7E5rcC8stYng7fT2CQ6w7rkHMIeFYjUpCuzWlxHHFLCxr_0nlkeJqBjXK1qwdt8ynAT9kZyoVg/s1080/12.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInlgph2a4ZepO-cTN1fYb9PgQZMZImwErxxWauqHwiUBZNxhTA2ttzR-RZ7wls5WiRF5DyIr8_mNlX3OqjsMLVTXKOMzOnT0KNg5vZmHENZ-nL5fs7E5rcC8stYng7fT2CQ6w7rkHMIeFYjUpCuzWlxHHFLCxr_0nlkeJqBjXK1qwdt8ynAT9kZyoVg/w640-h640/12.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">13. “There are no mistakes, only opportunities.” —Tina Fey</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJOZ_vOMDcFe5-_alFyq0UJJVnW1SPUUjdoom68BXUWvlG0Xhrzx0_Hq26pAbCwT7APKk-NCQXiV-h51MT-Y4xJJWO608keJrVLGhAeXqqdS779sBVlViSJ6kNdRRhTEnf3W8HUycDX0TKATjuuX09RwodAQ4uuiBe9rFLSKmJ-vTiXhqjmgFISzh6g/s1080/13.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJOZ_vOMDcFe5-_alFyq0UJJVnW1SPUUjdoom68BXUWvlG0Xhrzx0_Hq26pAbCwT7APKk-NCQXiV-h51MT-Y4xJJWO608keJrVLGhAeXqqdS779sBVlViSJ6kNdRRhTEnf3W8HUycDX0TKATjuuX09RwodAQ4uuiBe9rFLSKmJ-vTiXhqjmgFISzh6g/w640-h640/13.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">14. “It takes 20 years to build a reputation and five minutes to ruin it. If you think about that, you’ll do things differently.” —Warren Buffett</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDQqUCeGe1rbdRsCl3vFXWryON8Zj9eLKJ2YU1NkdcdzgtMiYyvSyXp962PNP1Rny3awpTmoAtIV35cC-xFjcQiXjYlWQj4l3A3HTlMESpSSmAllN3-oT-WR5IryySGtR5yVipB75WEqtBq6ap1__Uc2gb_J0yP-3UwXxue3UZmtWMFFFQqhwAKyyAg/s1080/14.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDQqUCeGe1rbdRsCl3vFXWryON8Zj9eLKJ2YU1NkdcdzgtMiYyvSyXp962PNP1Rny3awpTmoAtIV35cC-xFjcQiXjYlWQj4l3A3HTlMESpSSmAllN3-oT-WR5IryySGtR5yVipB75WEqtBq6ap1__Uc2gb_J0yP-3UwXxue3UZmtWMFFFQqhwAKyyAg/w640-h640/14.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">15. “As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.” —Audrey Hepburn</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSp8K1LSsgOAZWB8UKUI7StvNn8K5mjNyPChuXIP2O35bwZWzLOAxJKMbncVjSV8FEkdRykSSWk9RLQ1tPP-T57jhes461XAko5CbuBdSxSU_RxtcEoEK3wX7aLEdfFXlb14ZpYdPVHYUrvhoQ6sBLEs4U0YE9HE0SSH1YWBrbjEOHQanYqhCNNqldhg/s1080/15.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSp8K1LSsgOAZWB8UKUI7StvNn8K5mjNyPChuXIP2O35bwZWzLOAxJKMbncVjSV8FEkdRykSSWk9RLQ1tPP-T57jhes461XAko5CbuBdSxSU_RxtcEoEK3wX7aLEdfFXlb14ZpYdPVHYUrvhoQ6sBLEs4U0YE9HE0SSH1YWBrbjEOHQanYqhCNNqldhg/w640-h640/15.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">16. “Sometimes you can’t see yourself clearly until you see yourself through the eyes of others.” —Ellen DeGeneres</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiJGBXhawexBrljUaVwFKRe0pqLOuNuQ598lHahs-KgKvYl-9nySoTRK5arvObOWUyvUJJ6WltJomxYdA8LuWRBrNPkT10f2aI_vp1aW3npspy6hcchzpQvDj8Y145DWLXvMjNLkTXUVgi4laRXZAJR0K-_vrWI0ZqERDTSwxqGIeU1MM63MIlwElvg/s1080/16.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgiJGBXhawexBrljUaVwFKRe0pqLOuNuQ598lHahs-KgKvYl-9nySoTRK5arvObOWUyvUJJ6WltJomxYdA8LuWRBrNPkT10f2aI_vp1aW3npspy6hcchzpQvDj8Y145DWLXvMjNLkTXUVgi4laRXZAJR0K-_vrWI0ZqERDTSwxqGIeU1MM63MIlwElvg/w640-h640/16.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">17. “You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” —Mahatma Gandhi </div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnHCEBtKjkFGbN5eXcSathYxeJO3Dn-PjvXGgurj9GI849JZnETAs6VRhn4ibalQoWWDC_wDlKzZiUTasImNw2A8u5WLysGqu8SrA15rP6SnmIjlKVLuTGSplT8l9VpNv2yWQJ4Rv5QitiiwyMDUNjyKHU07-SXuyS7R5w2W7CaB81gIdP1mISqGR0A/s1080/17.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnHCEBtKjkFGbN5eXcSathYxeJO3Dn-PjvXGgurj9GI849JZnETAs6VRhn4ibalQoWWDC_wDlKzZiUTasImNw2A8u5WLysGqu8SrA15rP6SnmIjlKVLuTGSplT8l9VpNv2yWQJ4Rv5QitiiwyMDUNjyKHU07-SXuyS7R5w2W7CaB81gIdP1mISqGR0A/w640-h640/17.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">18. “All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make, the better.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEwspL3PH_7sZUvTtuJ-_oZOpZhxUDWOTFTG36mBR0EPN2l3FfvRwaVG58zsvc4DvRk-5hVzSHz-zN5E4atH53WfxSfxFs_bc94nKZx-LCegteu2TLn4BQk7pQigPVOhz9HcNzkMKXuYC62o14qmpuUoX_Rp85Vcf_1SvYO25Lnq8MZTW24LS4AYGCw/s1080/18.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEwspL3PH_7sZUvTtuJ-_oZOpZhxUDWOTFTG36mBR0EPN2l3FfvRwaVG58zsvc4DvRk-5hVzSHz-zN5E4atH53WfxSfxFs_bc94nKZx-LCegteu2TLn4BQk7pQigPVOhz9HcNzkMKXuYC62o14qmpuUoX_Rp85Vcf_1SvYO25Lnq8MZTW24LS4AYGCw/w640-h640/18.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">19. “It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.” – Leonardo Da Vinci</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQnXOGN5U_TaHlGfCISVljiWqpgT77jnAg0MqBI11K9hqDrCyEdaMWIn1AWRMEhRhdw3mCGhB0hUcgJlnOsncGYJo0rt8LRSCL1SQrqOPMk5vK5x5H6Kl9hQBR0mM2ttHX7A96xdwFNCQbDFik06p6ZrXJv-0n7LvPBgA6Wbc0jE47EiBh4K5x9NVdA/s1080/19.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaQnXOGN5U_TaHlGfCISVljiWqpgT77jnAg0MqBI11K9hqDrCyEdaMWIn1AWRMEhRhdw3mCGhB0hUcgJlnOsncGYJo0rt8LRSCL1SQrqOPMk5vK5x5H6Kl9hQBR0mM2ttHX7A96xdwFNCQbDFik06p6ZrXJv-0n7LvPBgA6Wbc0jE47EiBh4K5x9NVdA/w640-h640/19.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">20. “Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do cause hate in your heart will consume you too.” — Will Smith</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9grEnJu2PyAj-WK4yNKtdfLdBxNGOYV3vHZHNFJWk3_ngvitGLohmBcFPru9BQNXsTfHuFMLRPk67vOhT6A42edGtHPEeuovgy92azt7yuZxJIvYQWVA0pz12FpPPXe60S9SNh5FxA3Lt8yjHOHMishHmx6u0YXI9u3-lygFQJmdwWMzacYwYXo_MQ/s1080/20.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9grEnJu2PyAj-WK4yNKtdfLdBxNGOYV3vHZHNFJWk3_ngvitGLohmBcFPru9BQNXsTfHuFMLRPk67vOhT6A42edGtHPEeuovgy92azt7yuZxJIvYQWVA0pz12FpPPXe60S9SNh5FxA3Lt8yjHOHMishHmx6u0YXI9u3-lygFQJmdwWMzacYwYXo_MQ/w640-h640/20.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">21. “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.”– Buddha</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiCqlDx57tq6KLaQVeZVzMYsrmBJNNA073z3MzKdHcs5RqhZXQdEZhrQQmD5Ado4O8NtQ65bkwr49WKHh0md-0fX-vaW5fDr0-bOE1VQwTrKlwBUzhAIwiGJBNrHCeGlrG5K4I_KrYn6RQ0_GQ2LqAi24lFiygSp4DlB2FOr0Mx4eyTF3fDU4Kx1I9g/s1080/21.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiCqlDx57tq6KLaQVeZVzMYsrmBJNNA073z3MzKdHcs5RqhZXQdEZhrQQmD5Ado4O8NtQ65bkwr49WKHh0md-0fX-vaW5fDr0-bOE1VQwTrKlwBUzhAIwiGJBNrHCeGlrG5K4I_KrYn6RQ0_GQ2LqAi24lFiygSp4DlB2FOr0Mx4eyTF3fDU4Kx1I9g/w640-h640/21.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">22. “Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.” – Sholom Aleichem</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbX0l9DgXLtcblPIG2cGFE2et7L2I-yfkKuhp85U4PHoAEpxHSZcQjKRo5xNLdyI3Rdqukl0GSouDm8LC1hPZbaEZWouIF-dfay9eAfQrod22iKbZ9zlLSEeSP2jdu4gsZm4yfG7gE6EOZ9u4Bxn2f0FjEJdvYDfhcnWVGrMlZ9DOQ4gA2hOysU0Lpg/s1080/22.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEbX0l9DgXLtcblPIG2cGFE2et7L2I-yfkKuhp85U4PHoAEpxHSZcQjKRo5xNLdyI3Rdqukl0GSouDm8LC1hPZbaEZWouIF-dfay9eAfQrod22iKbZ9zlLSEeSP2jdu4gsZm4yfG7gE6EOZ9u4Bxn2f0FjEJdvYDfhcnWVGrMlZ9DOQ4gA2hOysU0Lpg/w640-h640/22.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">23. “If you love life, don’t waste time, for time is what life is made up of.” – Bruce Lee</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCeaMNKOL14JsJChO86s5p-OlOQ085Vn01AtOt3ucaiopJVMwNLYQKTzY2v_oXdqE4id-6kVApOxkk96qewM3y1J9gsd4Rck59smhNvYrxWFVr3uNRwXz7YLXLIlLcGy4TZv_w3BehHEe59KIte-RmOM1j7Tgzxy0aJyzV7X5dUnFT50QdisEeFvmbQ/s1080/23.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCeaMNKOL14JsJChO86s5p-OlOQ085Vn01AtOt3ucaiopJVMwNLYQKTzY2v_oXdqE4id-6kVApOxkk96qewM3y1J9gsd4Rck59smhNvYrxWFVr3uNRwXz7YLXLIlLcGy4TZv_w3BehHEe59KIte-RmOM1j7Tgzxy0aJyzV7X5dUnFT50QdisEeFvmbQ/w640-h640/23.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">24. When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us. – Alexander Graham Bell</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUjsFqFMTkqSdUvne7Gi0MaKYbajF6jLcNvWZuVmxCIkB3q50nysTnFzJV_FzLrew_Bwz45KKGKRax0TRBTEsZp4w7BzfT43NvzRwzexgd9HKZmnRwXNuDgIi27ADvEDCiVdnePfDONQcb5mLYB4QXwXLYCIekfL3h8Z6TIPWykON-NW2G20OkYfF4w/s1080/24.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUjsFqFMTkqSdUvne7Gi0MaKYbajF6jLcNvWZuVmxCIkB3q50nysTnFzJV_FzLrew_Bwz45KKGKRax0TRBTEsZp4w7BzfT43NvzRwzexgd9HKZmnRwXNuDgIi27ADvEDCiVdnePfDONQcb5mLYB4QXwXLYCIekfL3h8Z6TIPWykON-NW2G20OkYfF4w/w640-h640/24.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">25. “Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.” — Anonymous</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNigxv28RMPJf0R_0-r2MIIUumuDM_ng3J6vjY_aIqOlTt4ztsFHxvhVAkPUyItRrKV2yRjed4OGMkhxNPp3IKAPjemU4BVZxz-11VnyrVbIlqbQdPvuK1e64fAzOwWypPGzpQOAprP2W2gDSZRptoOgzwIlLeazwJonoS9MfArpfbbmyWfBMGXUyD7A/s1080/25.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNigxv28RMPJf0R_0-r2MIIUumuDM_ng3J6vjY_aIqOlTt4ztsFHxvhVAkPUyItRrKV2yRjed4OGMkhxNPp3IKAPjemU4BVZxz-11VnyrVbIlqbQdPvuK1e64fAzOwWypPGzpQOAprP2W2gDSZRptoOgzwIlLeazwJonoS9MfArpfbbmyWfBMGXUyD7A/w640-h640/25.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">26. “Happiness is the feeling that power increases — that resistance is being overcome.” — Friedrich Nietzsche</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcNyAcA97Ia6ZFK7ae-2mQvbdDgTO_YgA5kIdMAxO6fJEqvPksrUetsly90sfkTKjS-VoXiOe99huc2_DZJuW8jbqHDQqWE18DR00xb7htDIcRTpgDOGqTr2Fgxc4zdNjWzWlCNUIcS-YcTrhZ1TBRu-dGPpOFXjSlwsrPqmpakV_gXsb0HfqRrMhGg/s1080/26.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcNyAcA97Ia6ZFK7ae-2mQvbdDgTO_YgA5kIdMAxO6fJEqvPksrUetsly90sfkTKjS-VoXiOe99huc2_DZJuW8jbqHDQqWE18DR00xb7htDIcRTpgDOGqTr2Fgxc4zdNjWzWlCNUIcS-YcTrhZ1TBRu-dGPpOFXjSlwsrPqmpakV_gXsb0HfqRrMhGg/w640-h640/26.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">27. “I have learned to seek my happiness by limiting my desires, rather than in attempting to satisfy them.” — John Stuart Mill</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8jEtc2VB_C7ZQwSn7jfS5M8_vy90CZWWKckc1To1Mny53Ex9pout49UjXedMNRYp9XEZDTksQ1qiccqiHk4W-r0pEwnvYb-d9lvjlhkrP1bcknBic9AAgEcAaznUoa_FKgbxHatfkfr-dKtVmpFzMsi_oV2Nn4y47cTRobDXwDJxz7H54IkDGgm7SA/s1080/27.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8jEtc2VB_C7ZQwSn7jfS5M8_vy90CZWWKckc1To1Mny53Ex9pout49UjXedMNRYp9XEZDTksQ1qiccqiHk4W-r0pEwnvYb-d9lvjlhkrP1bcknBic9AAgEcAaznUoa_FKgbxHatfkfr-dKtVmpFzMsi_oV2Nn4y47cTRobDXwDJxz7H54IkDGgm7SA/w640-h640/27.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">28. “The greatest blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach. A wise man is content with his lot, whatever it may be, without wishing for what he has not.”— Seneca</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIecKjHOKwGH-mGy7Rzs3JvwuZJvJGPtvB5kMZoqCCbF_JcT2tj2-FqEbCELNQG_JiVcOLvME28Gz7-l3SdGpl2Nqm6DnLJbXmCgo7mF8Inigd19I4sO_EoUh1eICFRA4bkatWm54qcBnKie2zYrN-13a03D4LsKi--jbxZZXXJjg1NIbZUPGjz8UVrg/s1080/28.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIecKjHOKwGH-mGy7Rzs3JvwuZJvJGPtvB5kMZoqCCbF_JcT2tj2-FqEbCELNQG_JiVcOLvME28Gz7-l3SdGpl2Nqm6DnLJbXmCgo7mF8Inigd19I4sO_EoUh1eICFRA4bkatWm54qcBnKie2zYrN-13a03D4LsKi--jbxZZXXJjg1NIbZUPGjz8UVrg/w640-h640/28.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">29. “Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.” — Henry David Thoreau</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSvO-MHOQbFr5VgaciMTYsvGBe4vbmbROucndd1fVBkVPZ2QCntBF-71djyRkdiwAbka4jd7ZeyNCk3CLdrCd4izy9lZXntx-65sk9tNy0yFS6ZoUKcoKTVCPlPHSF7IePWqR4Rl7wuNHm1cPry5c-60zctcEMBwGxiSZmsrbVp6jSMdVbpS4hbL-TA/s1080/29.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSvO-MHOQbFr5VgaciMTYsvGBe4vbmbROucndd1fVBkVPZ2QCntBF-71djyRkdiwAbka4jd7ZeyNCk3CLdrCd4izy9lZXntx-65sk9tNy0yFS6ZoUKcoKTVCPlPHSF7IePWqR4Rl7wuNHm1cPry5c-60zctcEMBwGxiSZmsrbVp6jSMdVbpS4hbL-TA/w640-h640/29.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">30. “When it is obvious that goals can’t be reached, don’t adjust the goals, but adjust the action steps.” — Confucius</div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyaxKnPm_rNwpBWhnueQrRLwPeR3SqA2kXWTUzWUeTacR_E7bp-4tppeskSDBhEEta-MeVlkotfm56zeVopjwY6rIM3Pgdyl9vYMTCxtJSnNAJMqdQLwEnoI6yAnxhoNJg1YZd3qocCCInAIOEYPly5i665cZuqL9jHRzGgTlh-7TWMQxLGY8e_92DA/s1080/30.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyaxKnPm_rNwpBWhnueQrRLwPeR3SqA2kXWTUzWUeTacR_E7bp-4tppeskSDBhEEta-MeVlkotfm56zeVopjwY6rIM3Pgdyl9vYMTCxtJSnNAJMqdQLwEnoI6yAnxhoNJg1YZd3qocCCInAIOEYPly5i665cZuqL9jHRzGgTlh-7TWMQxLGY8e_92DA/w640-h640/30.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqwBw-c5mU7dbYiA-GBHqbwzrZm35Vg6fapzeCGMSaTEfRccGoEiqku-4Sf0LRvFjOngTZ3Ut_iVldGfy1SqNwOVDj-oAoo25y3H7BRpAROuOJ0tO7mVcMtNjXBQWGBOI-SpVUYudsu4LFNhAC-f4G_FftEJyKCieXAB1EzCjKIW7jX8pw9dLzSqwAg/s365/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqwBw-c5mU7dbYiA-GBHqbwzrZm35Vg6fapzeCGMSaTEfRccGoEiqku-4Sf0LRvFjOngTZ3Ut_iVldGfy1SqNwOVDj-oAoo25y3H7BRpAROuOJ0tO7mVcMtNjXBQWGBOI-SpVUYudsu4LFNhAC-f4G_FftEJyKCieXAB1EzCjKIW7jX8pw9dLzSqwAg/s320/3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088917780894741941.post-16808643394692060442022-05-01T08:30:00.011+05:302022-05-01T08:30:00.182+05:30 31 Motivating Quotes for this May<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"> <b>31 Motivating Quotes for this May</b></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Hello all, </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It's only fifth month of the year and I already feel drained. I really need these motivational quotes to get me going. Hope you'll need them too. So, here I bring you 31 quotes to motivate your days this month. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">1. “Everything negative – pressure, challenges – is all an opportunity for me to rise.” — Kobe Bryant</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ep9OIUY8XR7Lmg1DPV9admqWiTsVuvBfQEw3Bke2umNE4B10EanrLK7Vge84SP0_3_yuGt6TOprU3VZ5F2jbl65lHG1xp6EuszW16a_dbHgD5dhOv4YTgS0O109qT0J4_yXwDQh9YKjMnVtQi9f7Fv0ZY3qb7pfI62uvXODkx4b5DBJ4P7IdgTMTtQ/s1080/1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Ep9OIUY8XR7Lmg1DPV9admqWiTsVuvBfQEw3Bke2umNE4B10EanrLK7Vge84SP0_3_yuGt6TOprU3VZ5F2jbl65lHG1xp6EuszW16a_dbHgD5dhOv4YTgS0O109qT0J4_yXwDQh9YKjMnVtQi9f7Fv0ZY3qb7pfI62uvXODkx4b5DBJ4P7IdgTMTtQ/w640-h640/1.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">2. “I like criticism. It makes you strong.” — LeBron James</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQO58itf_qxJZWspwIAfKf7-E8jjuPbSJNkUwRLJj4WJnw4Y9EcuCxSlw1sYZrnkOUcpF41wO9cj1RGSK1edL443k36XQ6aIHtMjT-W95IDUL4bGWK42Gs_pnNSfiCAIZywy9EhZpwNLjg3E98XEqRz-PdVmHj_oc_HOpyrS9Uo6Dirsg36RA2iWDe4w/s1080/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQO58itf_qxJZWspwIAfKf7-E8jjuPbSJNkUwRLJj4WJnw4Y9EcuCxSlw1sYZrnkOUcpF41wO9cj1RGSK1edL443k36XQ6aIHtMjT-W95IDUL4bGWK42Gs_pnNSfiCAIZywy9EhZpwNLjg3E98XEqRz-PdVmHj_oc_HOpyrS9Uo6Dirsg36RA2iWDe4w/w640-h640/2.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">3. “You never really learn much from hearing yourself speak.” ― George Clooney</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NgFP5-yWXkRouYQ2cMv-ADC9FsrkO97oqVwpMRO5624CbnEJ17eIMZ_HGmAi3rAIRSHdBjFPkb2qhBQV-5nWQLFFiH8jcmQOIA93aYaLC2xRcuLzPU_rG8bpRxW2H53nybAW422koNNDQgwqBt9Z0r1zu8kT5PUK6kORdVRF5_cgZPraUWGt4ZVE7Q/s1080/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NgFP5-yWXkRouYQ2cMv-ADC9FsrkO97oqVwpMRO5624CbnEJ17eIMZ_HGmAi3rAIRSHdBjFPkb2qhBQV-5nWQLFFiH8jcmQOIA93aYaLC2xRcuLzPU_rG8bpRxW2H53nybAW422koNNDQgwqBt9Z0r1zu8kT5PUK6kORdVRF5_cgZPraUWGt4ZVE7Q/w640-h640/3.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">4. “Life imposes things on you that you can’t control, but you still have the choice of how you’re going to live through this.” — Celine Dion</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlG4urbfGnKWPOKXXFD5Pzrohp4g3HjWx9VVUd9uTyaFM-qyPigZGlpKpHgelB4IRE9Ybj1KY_Bo1t2vdLE-rwHcsBh0RwHmD222NpQ-F4Mtt00lTbdlZKRvb3-QKkm4BE07deNcF9Ek5ZWjfW1DMhOgOfo3-DhR9onvzJfNiqXe1JDqd8lzeH4qZcxA/s1080/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlG4urbfGnKWPOKXXFD5Pzrohp4g3HjWx9VVUd9uTyaFM-qyPigZGlpKpHgelB4IRE9Ybj1KY_Bo1t2vdLE-rwHcsBh0RwHmD222NpQ-F4Mtt00lTbdlZKRvb3-QKkm4BE07deNcF9Ek5ZWjfW1DMhOgOfo3-DhR9onvzJfNiqXe1JDqd8lzeH4qZcxA/w640-h640/4.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">5. “Life is never easy. There is work to be done and obligations to be met – obligations to truth, to justice, and to liberty.” — John F. Kennedy </div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJjaWKtL5SZ-80bXnfrDyPx5K8PrygePpp6k-2AvK1e_vrrHypFjC6UKEICChplVB9ADXX9Ru9WmTrcGfUGRZv5Jk0ptRt6vJpt20wX5gxbBTpcAL9gr2AtwZEMHRfzO3ebkTRIp9LoC5H0YOUSi_zdbyv4ap7xst7dP8XYZgmokvH8wKLhJPSweQOg/s1080/5.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJjaWKtL5SZ-80bXnfrDyPx5K8PrygePpp6k-2AvK1e_vrrHypFjC6UKEICChplVB9ADXX9Ru9WmTrcGfUGRZv5Jk0ptRt6vJpt20wX5gxbBTpcAL9gr2AtwZEMHRfzO3ebkTRIp9LoC5H0YOUSi_zdbyv4ap7xst7dP8XYZgmokvH8wKLhJPSweQOg/w640-h640/5.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">6. “Live for each second without hesitation.” — Elton John</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTB4BB-noLp3KftJtm7ts0r_MI8-GB9KO2y7i2mGsSLMxn_M9k5uW04ADR4FldNa8OJFrobt_LXS9pzUdGKlGXrX_cpQ3WIIk9AXEPJ5J2bPAquAVIXbTAIVVxa67r8n28aSb2DoKEySx8wLERK5a7SD52QJReZn0Q_4XLCEW73rXsKh7UpYdvQozSw/s1080/6.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTB4BB-noLp3KftJtm7ts0r_MI8-GB9KO2y7i2mGsSLMxn_M9k5uW04ADR4FldNa8OJFrobt_LXS9pzUdGKlGXrX_cpQ3WIIk9AXEPJ5J2bPAquAVIXbTAIVVxa67r8n28aSb2DoKEySx8wLERK5a7SD52QJReZn0Q_4XLCEW73rXsKh7UpYdvQozSw/w640-h640/6.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">7. “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmIERR74YmBsi9eRGm94rMWnUyttLONtRMJ2zc9W_d2KN4Tz2-REFvY0OzJCMhakie0yjhfpBh69PKaZ3aC582FdcHXa5Nsb25x_MNU5bZxNDSP7fsi1J_xTJWzPT-S0F4GOuveG149mMhnPqiGRZqirEAQniBED7ep6WNBlWtlw_fJqa_I1RnwPKYw/s1080/7.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmIERR74YmBsi9eRGm94rMWnUyttLONtRMJ2zc9W_d2KN4Tz2-REFvY0OzJCMhakie0yjhfpBh69PKaZ3aC582FdcHXa5Nsb25x_MNU5bZxNDSP7fsi1J_xTJWzPT-S0F4GOuveG149mMhnPqiGRZqirEAQniBED7ep6WNBlWtlw_fJqa_I1RnwPKYw/w640-h640/7.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">8. “Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it.” — Charles Swindoll</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PQ47N8Lf_4iDKE3627435ew5gJ6VE3n3oqb7c08Z1zlqFtBylJeJM5dseBDIidUb8qhiWlNou4b91rl238N19lFf9hSS0kVOXVpOOKXhdoqC8bDWLrGVjeCUuMqPlbT14D5NfwlnTf4DH1jiy8qrH4r05BTojY49_n9msTvs3j2kobAu2drU9bv-cA/s1080/8.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PQ47N8Lf_4iDKE3627435ew5gJ6VE3n3oqb7c08Z1zlqFtBylJeJM5dseBDIidUb8qhiWlNou4b91rl238N19lFf9hSS0kVOXVpOOKXhdoqC8bDWLrGVjeCUuMqPlbT14D5NfwlnTf4DH1jiy8qrH4r05BTojY49_n9msTvs3j2kobAu2drU9bv-cA/w640-h640/8.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">9. “Keep calm and carry on.” — Winston Churchill</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMvXpu4Zb8SLddwHcF_5NY3V0uQX_ZMQZrtrjeI41B5NYNKGn6Ca3EvD2LveoV7fOtbtgZBrbY5iS0QfONhUYBUHf5P-3uFVVXoi_j14zgB79hLAVpKovFkhgrQR1RwkxIfsF6E7VQxLXsWFWbkHaLGmfzPJTK11rrRfvta1vkOJo_ZvNF03e7YX8ow/s1080/9.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMvXpu4Zb8SLddwHcF_5NY3V0uQX_ZMQZrtrjeI41B5NYNKGn6Ca3EvD2LveoV7fOtbtgZBrbY5iS0QfONhUYBUHf5P-3uFVVXoi_j14zgB79hLAVpKovFkhgrQR1RwkxIfsF6E7VQxLXsWFWbkHaLGmfzPJTK11rrRfvta1vkOJo_ZvNF03e7YX8ow/w640-h640/9.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">10. “Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.” — Jack Kerouac</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJMPc2d504uDVDZVgDmv0_k_XJsM4zxCMylVjyHZFJAMD-dBakeXaLEn2RcAHL7k1C901BiuNPPQRnnkPc2COywuXfboYIIy_WIjTdSTn-9xWFH5K44kanDLJTr-p90WTpSAMMIZkKZopxmwGyGouD4_Pe1YOE3cEuDdwX8-81wnqoBz6N41hgstpCA/s1080/10.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJMPc2d504uDVDZVgDmv0_k_XJsM4zxCMylVjyHZFJAMD-dBakeXaLEn2RcAHL7k1C901BiuNPPQRnnkPc2COywuXfboYIIy_WIjTdSTn-9xWFH5K44kanDLJTr-p90WTpSAMMIZkKZopxmwGyGouD4_Pe1YOE3cEuDdwX8-81wnqoBz6N41hgstpCA/w640-h640/10.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">11. “Life is a flower of which love is the honey.” — Victor Hugo</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUu40NtLVthtUk-C7Rcor5A0agKEmOAHrn-t55aCcB2XowUW30UaoLpLuqZBF6GzxsO7NNBuEDqPTHvjLSkbs4NikFvEktX75AD3r2nbyCXPQAkbJr3huVorjpPsNlO6vJvDIOtEx1rpfS7MswBFmaaHder-Nixsi2U-XATz0eACw8st_ba6troqTpTQ/s1080/11.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUu40NtLVthtUk-C7Rcor5A0agKEmOAHrn-t55aCcB2XowUW30UaoLpLuqZBF6GzxsO7NNBuEDqPTHvjLSkbs4NikFvEktX75AD3r2nbyCXPQAkbJr3huVorjpPsNlO6vJvDIOtEx1rpfS7MswBFmaaHder-Nixsi2U-XATz0eACw8st_ba6troqTpTQ/w640-h640/11.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">12. “Keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.” — Marilyn Monroe</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCM6C_bJ8f1th9smq9czEVEe-oCVjyIvVlvSPhK4zkM-AtXJ_1N5GQII3HjD4R_9n6pbG9sO8uu4Q0iStkIHHk8NRDDazPM7yirNo3-9g3MIVx5uimCKVPp7FRrQAdtMvJsyvwmWNupaRgNHlkq_tgGnjOk4IK0smpzI8q0wOIQcnatamsuOLIRCaQ1g/s1080/12.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCM6C_bJ8f1th9smq9czEVEe-oCVjyIvVlvSPhK4zkM-AtXJ_1N5GQII3HjD4R_9n6pbG9sO8uu4Q0iStkIHHk8NRDDazPM7yirNo3-9g3MIVx5uimCKVPp7FRrQAdtMvJsyvwmWNupaRgNHlkq_tgGnjOk4IK0smpzI8q0wOIQcnatamsuOLIRCaQ1g/w640-h640/12.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">13. “Health is the greatest gift, contentment the greatest wealth, faithfulness the best relationship.” — Buddha</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeI3BRZmlz5lfPc1XVAZcAtNJIo6_8LzijpjA2sJopxG9oO8_bJJQbr9QzaiAcisuMwlmvUIKx6ueXhOUqGdHeFaEVEhaf-gOEqdIXXhm6swpZQZwJ9qdsNYn5XXSyx99Xvix10jxLF1nzEbeOGtAu3Dl4hDhImrU253Y0ccIPwEWLoX6Xyb0jgSc1g/s1080/13.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSeI3BRZmlz5lfPc1XVAZcAtNJIo6_8LzijpjA2sJopxG9oO8_bJJQbr9QzaiAcisuMwlmvUIKx6ueXhOUqGdHeFaEVEhaf-gOEqdIXXhm6swpZQZwJ9qdsNYn5XXSyx99Xvix10jxLF1nzEbeOGtAu3Dl4hDhImrU253Y0ccIPwEWLoX6Xyb0jgSc1g/w640-h640/13.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">14. “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.” — Dr. Seuss</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rNz_BeSFKlcWwdqUmtkzxETXAsKw43W1DC9Kt7WDxqruCLset17mx7Osw6dwfKuclgAGxV66nmxyI1_X_neqk3-IBAD6beojSb_jXhu_OpsUY-grmmYsBpu5WuKCQe2UTK-I5FnqOjwThrFitn6GX4V9rpG5TeF9wXdc5PiZdV92tTBWiSA3ZH-Nbw/s1080/14.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1rNz_BeSFKlcWwdqUmtkzxETXAsKw43W1DC9Kt7WDxqruCLset17mx7Osw6dwfKuclgAGxV66nmxyI1_X_neqk3-IBAD6beojSb_jXhu_OpsUY-grmmYsBpu5WuKCQe2UTK-I5FnqOjwThrFitn6GX4V9rpG5TeF9wXdc5PiZdV92tTBWiSA3ZH-Nbw/w640-h640/14.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">15. “Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” — Mark Twain</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitXntHJlsEVTKd_Dg4aLVzvapzZIUX057Zu0_gsoURUyJRNFxKNo-Fyx14nAftjJ21isiNvqOrNAD-427z-Thli-xf_oneoBPklrMWcis0vUJCjBJAdDJQ-nugv0R-Qjni-dSBPx5ijSxVqcOx9GIB9s7Hgo3X14NLTknKAWR6-2zqWjRqGmvCbRNEw/s1080/15.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitXntHJlsEVTKd_Dg4aLVzvapzZIUX057Zu0_gsoURUyJRNFxKNo-Fyx14nAftjJ21isiNvqOrNAD-427z-Thli-xf_oneoBPklrMWcis0vUJCjBJAdDJQ-nugv0R-Qjni-dSBPx5ijSxVqcOx9GIB9s7Hgo3X14NLTknKAWR6-2zqWjRqGmvCbRNEw/w640-h640/15.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">16. “Life would be tragic if it weren’t funny.” — Stephen Hawking</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1voEo4T0MggRtf0zZMGdE4xI-VO9qc2mCYNVy1HUSWwv4_pHnZU7FYRzgatpjCcahZlhcQxSzouVOcp1vnLUGt29jhp26OwuCTB20dQUIzVo8sj_tPf5Gky5YpiYWVuQxk0LjwUBjFoZ_pN6AaxdW_dPMj9104Ww1Da6SuSZeZDafQp1byN-HGfEoTA/s1080/16.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1voEo4T0MggRtf0zZMGdE4xI-VO9qc2mCYNVy1HUSWwv4_pHnZU7FYRzgatpjCcahZlhcQxSzouVOcp1vnLUGt29jhp26OwuCTB20dQUIzVo8sj_tPf5Gky5YpiYWVuQxk0LjwUBjFoZ_pN6AaxdW_dPMj9104Ww1Da6SuSZeZDafQp1byN-HGfEoTA/w640-h640/16.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">17. “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNiH7AoBECjCN-KnDupixSrtcvXT7pOGGqqJtMmcZKZO81MTn4n8J5Iepak7TeDhyRNDd3k3ovH1qAFFNHY4JOwqOnq0kO84TiM7lL37mTNEANdCqPsxXw7B-yZAxsregtKKhLfAoTaztTydu_oWMxa2TP8M6kkCFLyPCL2BCRQ46N9d3f1A28orqvg/s1080/17.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNiH7AoBECjCN-KnDupixSrtcvXT7pOGGqqJtMmcZKZO81MTn4n8J5Iepak7TeDhyRNDd3k3ovH1qAFFNHY4JOwqOnq0kO84TiM7lL37mTNEANdCqPsxXw7B-yZAxsregtKKhLfAoTaztTydu_oWMxa2TP8M6kkCFLyPCL2BCRQ46N9d3f1A28orqvg/w640-h640/17.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">18. “The greatest pleasure of life is love.” — Euripides</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGmcO7mmxo8b1SAqa9zZKx-gBw97tP5a9nES3YoTCqsHLu_TgroTErsIhZbCjkAbG2PRbfLWBCmbD4Ph1e6BEoIVeJFlZwdW4iioAbcgTSgVT0yxbzYR4wdfMY4ZEJEo8lUmxRNPz50N5wneqTGKlGgWaic0K82Rq2OmvR2gv6IYFL9IHoC8Bu_-MKg/s1080/18.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGmcO7mmxo8b1SAqa9zZKx-gBw97tP5a9nES3YoTCqsHLu_TgroTErsIhZbCjkAbG2PRbfLWBCmbD4Ph1e6BEoIVeJFlZwdW4iioAbcgTSgVT0yxbzYR4wdfMY4ZEJEo8lUmxRNPz50N5wneqTGKlGgWaic0K82Rq2OmvR2gv6IYFL9IHoC8Bu_-MKg/w640-h640/18.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">19. “Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.” — Grandma Moses</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKQmuesKQ2oafXLQAbKjdsSn7nx3Ls7Xmh2eBDAUlTmDatHnaVpPMbNio8hg-8NVBRGdZ-q-CrtQ6ToO5zwpTPmSPZcdVZrIkvFD0ZX328XZx6jSm02z2yPmylvuOGm0xtORVs_h0BchHffCzEzspP_0f-MMWYvnsQ5-oY1hsGTkWWlzqJXAv7JVUdg/s1080/19.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKQmuesKQ2oafXLQAbKjdsSn7nx3Ls7Xmh2eBDAUlTmDatHnaVpPMbNio8hg-8NVBRGdZ-q-CrtQ6ToO5zwpTPmSPZcdVZrIkvFD0ZX328XZx6jSm02z2yPmylvuOGm0xtORVs_h0BchHffCzEzspP_0f-MMWYvnsQ5-oY1hsGTkWWlzqJXAv7JVUdg/w640-h640/19.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">20. “Life’s tragedy is that we get old too soon and wise too late.” — Benjamin Franklin</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBvQT36FK-FJX6WcdOhz5PuU19_HErENBlNFQs8iM4PMAGKUaXYTsHgKGauhCUyrJRjgkVXxjBa-KnrNpn65h8PSl0Sdl0kKRxsYhiETtTUMEGee7z1876-Z-1hzgbqIXxN2iensv4zXAQiOZ4UMfmouEYOqkiuofNzgdWht4aZ4VzbIzE-Grjpk78mA/s1080/20.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBvQT36FK-FJX6WcdOhz5PuU19_HErENBlNFQs8iM4PMAGKUaXYTsHgKGauhCUyrJRjgkVXxjBa-KnrNpn65h8PSl0Sdl0kKRxsYhiETtTUMEGee7z1876-Z-1hzgbqIXxN2iensv4zXAQiOZ4UMfmouEYOqkiuofNzgdWht4aZ4VzbIzE-Grjpk78mA/w640-h640/20.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">21. “Life is about making an impact, not making an income.” — Kevin Kruse</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8sPJK0vjm7I3s4NBg7DjetXT8_U-EBukXz-PkFs6Kll9NdgslLYmg57MP9XQHRqylWJbKan7sKjzWpVVcrwLEXfztYhGoDeDAGCSxJZIHl-Iq3F5fVOK_kbP7gtPcprXJymFKCXXxjFKCBWR_GFKREW-KNquniwKiM2CIAnT9a-P5a8uqDwu4r0fhw/s1080/21.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8sPJK0vjm7I3s4NBg7DjetXT8_U-EBukXz-PkFs6Kll9NdgslLYmg57MP9XQHRqylWJbKan7sKjzWpVVcrwLEXfztYhGoDeDAGCSxJZIHl-Iq3F5fVOK_kbP7gtPcprXJymFKCXXxjFKCBWR_GFKREW-KNquniwKiM2CIAnT9a-P5a8uqDwu4r0fhw/w640-h640/21.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">22. “I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.” – Michael Jordan</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3QzpdcOQ2Lepw91NA0GLw8lY3T6Y01ADnfF4wTHkIC4Kx6Yta6HvnlZgyIKTFJEVajthwZgFC7CnHd-AfPCm4rcMqrDtEZl-nHqH6SmiUq89fOPkbibDYESGyEjoQguvSRVVl5QtKKIu_6DgfSMS43dlxWBLvK_4ld4cnePlVUT69tvzGo3HBqOfFw/s1080/22.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3QzpdcOQ2Lepw91NA0GLw8lY3T6Y01ADnfF4wTHkIC4Kx6Yta6HvnlZgyIKTFJEVajthwZgFC7CnHd-AfPCm4rcMqrDtEZl-nHqH6SmiUq89fOPkbibDYESGyEjoQguvSRVVl5QtKKIu_6DgfSMS43dlxWBLvK_4ld4cnePlVUT69tvzGo3HBqOfFw/w640-h640/22.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">23. “Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.” – Babe Ruth</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi198_nOe891D9wnwcb4qZx-Mi-LJ0wCXSQz240CcztV6FHh7ctWj8wPz02-lxLfUQGiBKu4iHA4sSHraxVzPKoccBqcrXgZFbuhkEkpLOvZ9fjioA_Za8ORamMjBvr_f_rz_0swbMVnbbj_4Qzd28q7sgiBQSlwebTRj0-UOC_IKXDtDxe6pTowXGKSg/s1080/23.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi198_nOe891D9wnwcb4qZx-Mi-LJ0wCXSQz240CcztV6FHh7ctWj8wPz02-lxLfUQGiBKu4iHA4sSHraxVzPKoccBqcrXgZFbuhkEkpLOvZ9fjioA_Za8ORamMjBvr_f_rz_0swbMVnbbj_4Qzd28q7sgiBQSlwebTRj0-UOC_IKXDtDxe6pTowXGKSg/w640-h640/23.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">24. “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” – Mark Twain</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LPgobInTzJJ7X2Bfrm2HcWZm6sZnfqHa5OVwoxNTQRy33tcA3YNHY7F1daY4vs40XeQiPyB8jgC9y0r6EplYaTTwMrqeNbtaLy-GpX_Lc4VAnx5Q86MJm4me3voxoMLU0sFadiov7saQ_hXD_sxLEDEtgZMPVbFv_R8fd0O_vNtT9rUnul8GVXXCOQ/s1080/24.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7LPgobInTzJJ7X2Bfrm2HcWZm6sZnfqHa5OVwoxNTQRy33tcA3YNHY7F1daY4vs40XeQiPyB8jgC9y0r6EplYaTTwMrqeNbtaLy-GpX_Lc4VAnx5Q86MJm4me3voxoMLU0sFadiov7saQ_hXD_sxLEDEtgZMPVbFv_R8fd0O_vNtT9rUnul8GVXXCOQ/w640-h640/24.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">25. “Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” – Anais Nin</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIbNFcNh0fR7agfBx7DxTgwc73g03XnOeVdX2SYguvdu51d5Lo8Pc_H7FHnvx71f7z_Pn7CD6-giRzfLGrpAUUnINMKtqSavCLnNA5nF25GsGUvoPQfDDfZTHsLNohQn_Gw_ftPYEfxqFOxKkaGj095nVpObrWnqhlwOPH_59B1_Vn3VN1vosLhxdDg/s1080/25.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIbNFcNh0fR7agfBx7DxTgwc73g03XnOeVdX2SYguvdu51d5Lo8Pc_H7FHnvx71f7z_Pn7CD6-giRzfLGrpAUUnINMKtqSavCLnNA5nF25GsGUvoPQfDDfZTHsLNohQn_Gw_ftPYEfxqFOxKkaGj095nVpObrWnqhlwOPH_59B1_Vn3VN1vosLhxdDg/w640-h640/25.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">26. “Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.” – Les Brown</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkMd03UsI6YCIeEWQIAOODGQXXqyzEUL4bTZcmg2mh_juUmkNzwZpmHXpWwl7FeYAY3z0LkxKChD6CxQBOkyOuH3hzKSqq45M__F5T-cfiXnYCfB-zvp4TqFFL-U3ayr6zztg9lWsu5Qp2FMyAs9H9COojJ04pGb1iSx9G685DO3ctdJHEpvVg06WRg/s1080/26.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkMd03UsI6YCIeEWQIAOODGQXXqyzEUL4bTZcmg2mh_juUmkNzwZpmHXpWwl7FeYAY3z0LkxKChD6CxQBOkyOuH3hzKSqq45M__F5T-cfiXnYCfB-zvp4TqFFL-U3ayr6zztg9lWsu5Qp2FMyAs9H9COojJ04pGb1iSx9G685DO3ctdJHEpvVg06WRg/w640-h640/26.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">27. “I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don’t intend to waste any of mine.” —Neil Armstrong </div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SNapx2578A-0BL9u26vjp-j3j9fHIEpGdDETUCBE9aQ0XOzlQq33FeeZll8OeZBqMk1pQMU-Fd360IRrg3L10B0roHFdF0gL3VeUdA3Ko3jIAE5yfeoVPfq1K_yS_UIRgynO0BitRdtG0iFS5Z8fciULq2dNcWs7mw9GfO_AlOuxtZNEPSL6x0ujCg/s1080/27.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SNapx2578A-0BL9u26vjp-j3j9fHIEpGdDETUCBE9aQ0XOzlQq33FeeZll8OeZBqMk1pQMU-Fd360IRrg3L10B0roHFdF0gL3VeUdA3Ko3jIAE5yfeoVPfq1K_yS_UIRgynO0BitRdtG0iFS5Z8fciULq2dNcWs7mw9GfO_AlOuxtZNEPSL6x0ujCg/w640-h640/27.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">28. “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” —Mahatma Gandhi</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eVXDKLvLcYtZXXkaTkFBqGkcm4NNo5G0j2RSL_HrY9P0cYE9X-tRmmdg5gMYpfvNvZrJI7XKioJuKLL6LIobo11RWen02heqm9HN7g6tG-0LyK_2_bfixuBt4khUyvWctpNXSnp2m_KcS01bkSORgfgl-aOmOv9yNrLesfndSCgqqa9AsdVBdJb7nA/s1080/28.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eVXDKLvLcYtZXXkaTkFBqGkcm4NNo5G0j2RSL_HrY9P0cYE9X-tRmmdg5gMYpfvNvZrJI7XKioJuKLL6LIobo11RWen02heqm9HN7g6tG-0LyK_2_bfixuBt4khUyvWctpNXSnp2m_KcS01bkSORgfgl-aOmOv9yNrLesfndSCgqqa9AsdVBdJb7nA/w640-h640/28.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">29. “If you live long enough, you’ll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you’ll be a better person.” —Bill Clinton</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjLgCU8fJsl7gG873-pfuRvH_g_0z7DDVuQ-qhTubl0KpLoDhOHNFtZpC_mLeNWb10DRRiboo6CQOzNOoBlR3Ui1e_wEy-8D7vOGBgYfevWI3PjRBc8xjWYnzL7PKnMjBOagkxjm660O2UglSK8Boh4o9huKUotoue_2Hb4r-_UaIieE3to1UJ7yzww/s1080/29.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjLgCU8fJsl7gG873-pfuRvH_g_0z7DDVuQ-qhTubl0KpLoDhOHNFtZpC_mLeNWb10DRRiboo6CQOzNOoBlR3Ui1e_wEy-8D7vOGBgYfevWI3PjRBc8xjWYnzL7PKnMjBOagkxjm660O2UglSK8Boh4o9huKUotoue_2Hb4r-_UaIieE3to1UJ7yzww/w640-h640/29.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">30. “Life is short, and it is here to be lived.” —Kate Winslet </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1NG6gMy0MCwlJptXdmi92lMimq7_xmPh_N5q2bUg7FCt0J1knD1kWzbifLIzENYi-I34RSbnQzIEpqfoGzZLorg759Jd_5YHISMSC7MfZKihKZJaFs7OqTAMqSjY8D6cGCp0_XIXlnLBvNt-yNWgEGXYD6149fZNasi15ceVPsAWAyI2sYed43sERw/s1080/30.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1NG6gMy0MCwlJptXdmi92lMimq7_xmPh_N5q2bUg7FCt0J1knD1kWzbifLIzENYi-I34RSbnQzIEpqfoGzZLorg759Jd_5YHISMSC7MfZKihKZJaFs7OqTAMqSjY8D6cGCp0_XIXlnLBvNt-yNWgEGXYD6149fZNasi15ceVPsAWAyI2sYed43sERw/w640-h640/30.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">31. “The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” —Frank Lloyd Wright</div></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JLnMpXpk7cxIy_PX_2Sp6oBYyphuPQS6vgooMspH2nW1Ps40qYMLiWUZqzD6RU91oqNtDfDPC0vO490-Ch_cS-WA0WR2vGwD548H669uQDTe52zr4H2He20cqPNDobQ1luOtag_jZwB6ajl72305H9U8EQd8mAdoznIFU4Q9eIumIjcrvWrWEtoRCw/s1080/31.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JLnMpXpk7cxIy_PX_2Sp6oBYyphuPQS6vgooMspH2nW1Ps40qYMLiWUZqzD6RU91oqNtDfDPC0vO490-Ch_cS-WA0WR2vGwD548H669uQDTe52zr4H2He20cqPNDobQ1luOtag_jZwB6ajl72305H9U8EQd8mAdoznIFU4Q9eIumIjcrvWrWEtoRCw/w640-h640/31.png" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqwBw-c5mU7dbYiA-GBHqbwzrZm35Vg6fapzeCGMSaTEfRccGoEiqku-4Sf0LRvFjOngTZ3Ut_iVldGfy1SqNwOVDj-oAoo25y3H7BRpAROuOJ0tO7mVcMtNjXBQWGBOI-SpVUYudsu4LFNhAC-f4G_FftEJyKCieXAB1EzCjKIW7jX8pw9dLzSqwAg/s365/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="110" data-original-width="365" height="96" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqwBw-c5mU7dbYiA-GBHqbwzrZm35Vg6fapzeCGMSaTEfRccGoEiqku-4Sf0LRvFjOngTZ3Ut_iVldGfy1SqNwOVDj-oAoo25y3H7BRpAROuOJ0tO7mVcMtNjXBQWGBOI-SpVUYudsu4LFNhAC-f4G_FftEJyKCieXAB1EzCjKIW7jX8pw9dLzSqwAg/s320/3.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Catherine Edwardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17134535982311662844noreply@blogger.com0