<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163</id><updated>2009-10-09T03:54:08.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle's Corner (Yes, that mound of books there..)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-453403072433038487</id><published>2007-06-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:26:22.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Girls Are Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0743469801.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0743469801.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Author: Pamela Ribon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished this book last night and I have to admit, although I don't usually read chick lit as a rule... this will probably make it to the top of my list for one of my favorite books this year. What I loved about this book was Ana's rants... then came to how much I could relate to the book where you generally get to know people through the Internet, and although it seems like these people aren't real, they are and you come to realize that you can form friendships on the Internet. I was happy when Ana finally realized that the girl she was writing about was herself all along, that this "3rd person" objective view on the character was in fact her. Anna K was indeed Anna Koval. However one of the aspects of Ana that I thought was funny was that even though she had all her friends and family around her, she still felt alone, as if Ian, Kurt, or any other man would make her happier. Even when she was single she still didn't truly live that life, or try to enjoy it. I thought she would have been much nobler to be happy with the state she was in currently before jumping into another relationship... but that's my opinion. Anyway, I'm glad that I read this book, gave me an interesting insight. Of course, I don't think I'll be starting any blogs about my personal life anytime soon... Like Anna said... you'll have to ask me. However to end this entry up, let me share one of my favorite parts of this book... but there were many others..."After Becca left I opened the drawer, pulled out a measuring tape, and measured out forty-six inches. If my hips were laid out flat, they would be almost four feet long. Holy shit. My hips were almost as tall as I was. How much ass is that? How much fucking ass is that? That's an assload of ass. My refrigerator, minus the freezer, was the size of my ass. My entertainment center, from VCR to television, was the size of my ass. I continued measuring things around my apartment, moving from room to room with my arms outstretched, the measurement tape pulled taunt between my fingers. I was a measurement zombie - eyes bulging and my mind swimming as I walked stiff-legged through the heat from one target to another. You could fit three Taylors (her cat) on my ass. You could store all of my clothes in my ass. My bed? As wide as my ass." (Pgs 64-65)Another page to look at that I found particularly funny... Pgs. 68-72 Heh... ok. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Rating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 13px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="18" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-4-5._V47081564_.gif" border="0" /&gt;                                                                      Amazon's Rating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="23" alt="" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-4-5._V47081564_.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Going to Next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://www.kk.org/cooltools/archives/bookcrossing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                          Philadelphia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-453403072433038487?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/453403072433038487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=453403072433038487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/453403072433038487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/453403072433038487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-girls-are-weird.html' title='Why Girls Are Weird'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-6164049559908355858</id><published>2007-04-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:43:41.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gosh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JH8XE2Y5sso/RiV_byy76cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PUfLBKi9Mo4/s1600-h/Decaf+4+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054586272261859778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JH8XE2Y5sso/RiV_byy76cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PUfLBKi9Mo4/s320/Decaf+4+Life.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be getting back on track guys... I've been slacking in my reviews, I know. LOL, I've read much since "Undertaker's Widow." I'll try to put up a few other books in the meantime :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turtle... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-6164049559908355858?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/6164049559908355858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=6164049559908355858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/6164049559908355858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/6164049559908355858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-gosh.html' title='Oh gosh...'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JH8XE2Y5sso/RiV_byy76cI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PUfLBKi9Mo4/s72-c/Decaf+4+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-116631553848349066</id><published>2006-12-16T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:36:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undertaker's Widow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c340/TITurtle1/Blog%20Pics/UndertakersWidow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand" height="491" alt="" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c340/TITurtle1/Blog%20Pics/UndertakersWidow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Author: Phillip Margolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Character: Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: Other than the fact that he was the main character of the book? I honostly though he was the most interesting and complex for that matter. I honostly was fusterated with the idea though that judges were so much more moral than others that they couldn't possibly make a mistake... I thought the string of events that followed proved him otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Character: Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: I grew tired of her... simply not my fovorite character, I didn't dislike her, just not a favortie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Part of the book: My fovorite part of the book was probably the beginning, namely, the start of the trial. I don't know what it is, but I like the sound, sight, of legal terms being thrown around, the bitter argument nay, fight between the two attourneys. It makes me read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite part of the book: Ahhh.... yes.... my least favorite part of the book has to be the end. It, for me was a bit complicated. Not complicated as in I couldn't understand it, just that it was far-fetched... let me illustrate in an example not relating to the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob: I know you stole the muffin!&lt;br /&gt;Betty: Nonsense, the muffin, remember the people that blackmailed you to hurt me were the guys with the muffin?&lt;br /&gt;Bob: Yes, but the muffin-nappers were hired by you to black mail me to hurt you to hurt me in reality.&lt;br /&gt;Betty: Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... not really complicated, but still could have been a clearer ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 14px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="28" alt="" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c340/TITurtle1/Blog%20Pics/3Stars.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amazon's Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 13px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="16" alt="" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c340/TITurtle1/Blog%20Pics/3Stars.gif" border="0" /&gt; Where this book is traveling to next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c340/TITurtle1/Blog%20Pics/Bookcrossing.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-116631553848349066?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/116631553848349066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=116631553848349066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/116631553848349066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/116631553848349066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2006/12/undertakers-widow.html' title='Undertaker&apos;s Widow'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-116235526145518630</id><published>2006-10-31T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:32:45.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/141690235X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/141690235X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Paul Ruditis&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Character: Vi and Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: What I really liked about them was the friendship, that their friendship would never be broken. I appreciated the way that although couples were willing to split up, that Vi and Perry's friendship wouldn't be ruined by the party. I liked Perry because he was honost with himself. He realized his flaws, and in the end he did what was best for him. I believe that same can really apply to Vi and her relationship with Skye and Rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Character: Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: I thouhgt that he never really treated Perry right. Even as a friend, Hunter still treated other people (girls) better than him, people that he had only been knowing for a little amount of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Part of the book: My favorite part of the book was the parts with Mrs. Barrett. I liked how she made the students feel comfortable although she was a teacher, and was welcome to the students coming to her with their problems. I especially saw this in Rose, and how she thought that she really cared about what Mrs. Barrett thought, even though she didn't care about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite part of the book: I guess my least favorite part of the book was toward the end... I thought it would have been more realistic if we could have seen what could have happened without all the self revelations. (Being vague to avoid spoiling the story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rating: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-3-5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-3-5.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon's Rating: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-2-0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-2-0.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where this book is traveling to next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kk.org/cooltools/archives/bookcrossing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.kk.org/cooltools/archives/bookcrossing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-116235526145518630?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/116235526145518630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=116235526145518630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/116235526145518630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/116235526145518630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2006/10/rainbow-party.html' title='Rainbow Party'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-115906335115254242</id><published>2006-09-23T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:32:18.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.achievement.org/library/bookcovers/Night_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Elie Wiesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Favorite Character: Eliezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Why: I liked him not just because he was the main character but more so for how painfully honest he seemed to be with himself. He didn't seem to change his story according to how he thought it would sound, instead, it came across as something that needed to be told and Elizer was the one to tell it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Favorite Part of the Book: I wouldn't say there was a part in the book I fet particuarly happy when reading. However, what I found interesting was the the bond between the father and son. I enjoed hearing how both of them were the reason for each other going on, the strong force that kept them hanging on... to life... to hope.&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite part of the book: For the most part, the whole book wasn't rather pleasant. A lot of the time, the characters were often taken advantage of, ther living conditions horrible, and ther spirits, almost broken. However, I wouldn't say that was bad. I really didn't have a Least favorite part of the book either, I felt that the story had to be told, and the only fact that I felt negativity toward was the fact that it even happened, as I felt before I read this book. However, I can put a face (story) to the Holocaust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;My Rating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/5%20Star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon's Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/4.5%20stars.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where this book is traveling to next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/Bookcrossing.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-115906335115254242?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/115906335115254242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=115906335115254242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115906335115254242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115906335115254242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2006/09/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-115896871157716551</id><published>2006-09-22T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:34:32.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Red Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/1600/With%20Red%20Hands.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/8300000/8300981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Author: Stephen Woodworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Character: Inez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: I did enjoy Natalie in this book too, but I thought I'd point out a new character. I really liked the friendship between the two. I also enjoyed Inez herself, I suppose confidence was a main part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Part of the Book: My favorite part of the book had to do with Dan, I really enjoyed the part where he left. Not as in I was glad to see (read) him leave, but just the fact that he should have and did. I suppose it was the last time Dan took over Natalie's body to spend his final time with Callie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Part of the Book: I knew that alot of the story had to do with Dan and Natalie dealing with his death. I thought her take on death and how she used Dan as a crutch while everyone else had to go about their lives without their loved ones was an interesting take. However, I can't help but think I'd be doing the same thign too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rating: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/4%20stars.1.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Amazon's Rating: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/4.5%20stars.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where this book is traveling to next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/Bookcrossing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-115896871157716551?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/115896871157716551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=115896871157716551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115896871157716551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115896871157716551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2006/09/with-red-hands.html' title='With Red Hands'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-115786283734051637</id><published>2006-09-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:05:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Viloet Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0553803379.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0553803379.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Author: Stephen Woodworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Character: Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: One reason I liked Natalie the most, was more so because although she was employed for her "natural" gift, she provided much more to her job that included her personality. Also, I believe she handled herself well during her "job" and stressful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Part of the Book: When Natalie met Arthur with Dan, and I realized her nick name was "Boo." I enjoyed the idea of unity among the Violets and how she could trace back her childhood. Many times when I hear/read stories about people with special ablities, I never know about their childhood, its refreshing. Also, many of her flashbacks I found interesting, I loved reading about the days in her school and how she got her nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least Favorite Part of the Book: Its not so much it was my &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; favorite but I didn't enjoy the relationship between Dan and Natalie. It was predictable, I knew it was going to happen by from th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-4-0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;e moment the author introduced Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;My Rating: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 13px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="34" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/200/4%20stars.gif" width="64" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Amazon's Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/200/4.5%20stars.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/x-locale/common/customer-reviews/stars-4-0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Where this book is traveling to next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/200/Bookcrossing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-115786283734051637?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/115786283734051637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=115786283734051637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115786283734051637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115786283734051637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2006/09/through-viloet-eyes.html' title='Through Viloet Eyes'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-115785944163432018</id><published>2006-09-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:36:02.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On thing you should know about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/1600/Turtle%20Reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/Turtle%20Reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;One thing I thing should be known about me... I'm a slow reader, well, I read multiple books at one time, slowly. Anyway, I'll try to post my thoughts about me books... see where it takes me. Hope you enjoy looking at them, and for now, I'll do a few books I read at camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-115785944163432018?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/115785944163432018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=115785944163432018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115785944163432018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115785944163432018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-thing-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='On thing you should know about me...'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34138163.post-115785652601418027</id><published>2006-09-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:36:31.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/1600/Sea%20Turtle%20Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/800/3758/320/Sea%20Turtle%20Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;Well hello everyone! I guess you've came here to see what is buried underneath that Mt. TBR (I swear, I'm working on it, I'm &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; reading my way free)? Or maybe to find out what is beneath the shell? Yes? Or you have come because you have nothing else to do and want to do some browsing? No matter what, welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34138163-115785652601418027?l=titurtle1.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/feeds/115785652601418027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34138163&amp;postID=115785652601418027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115785652601418027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34138163/posts/default/115785652601418027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titurtle1.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome...'/><author><name>TITurtle1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12742971786624756700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10579441035409893867'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>