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![]() ![]() ![]() As he tries to scrape together some of his memories, or at least some semblance of a new life, we the readers learn along with him - about the streets of New York, the writings of Henry David Thoreau, and the quiet town of Concord, Maine. "Henry David" aka Hank, is a teenaged boy who has awoken in Penn Station with amnesia. A quick and interesting read, and a great, accessible introduction for young adults to one of the great authors and thinkers of the "modern" age - Thoreau.īeing Henry David is a different kind of coming of age novel - one in which the hero has to learn who his is literally, as well as figuratively. ![]() ![]() Above all, he recalls how his first band of partners and employees soon became a tight-knit band of brothers. He details the many risks and daunting setbacks that stood between him and his dream - along with his early triumphs. Candid, humble, wry and gutsy, he begins with his crossroads moment when at 24 he decided to start his own business. Now, for the first time, he tells his story. But Knight, the man behind the swoosh, has always remained a mystery. In an age of start-ups, Nike is the ne plus ultra of all start-ups, and the swoosh has become a revolutionary, globe-spanning icon, one of the most ubiquitous and recognisable symbols in the world today. Today, Nike's annual sales top $30 billion. ![]() Selling the shoes from the boot of his Plymouth, Knight grossed $8000 in his first year. ![]() Phil is a very wise, intelligent and competitive fellow who is also a gifted storyteller' Warren Buffett In 1962, fresh out of business school, Phil Knight borrowed $50 from his father and created a company with a simple mission: import high-quality, low-cost athletic shoes from Japan. ![]() ![]() It's an amazing tale' Bill Gates 'The best book I read last year was Shoe Dog, by Nike's Phil Knight. 'A refreshingly honest reminder of what the path to business success really looks like. ![]() ![]() ![]() Though he once dreamed of becoming an actor, writing was his true calling, and he remained resolute in his art throughout his early adult years despite numerous rejections - finally breaking through with publications of his horror and fantasy stories in the pulp magazines of the forties. ![]() Ray Bradbury is an American literary icon, an architect of wonders whose life has been as fascinating, momentous, and inspiring as his fiction, which has enthralled millions of readers the world over for more than six decades.īorn Rae Douglas Bradbury on August 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Illinois, he displayed an affinity for the fantastic at an early age - spending hours at the local movie theater, fighting his fear of the dark to escape into glorious made-up worlds. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Tomorrow…maybe she’s already fallen for him. ![]() And, perhaps, this boy she claims to despise might actually be the boy of her dreams. The Eta Aquarids meteor shower peaks each year during early May as Earth passes through the debris trail from Halleys Comet (1P/Halley). But after learning a group of seniors is out to get them, she and Neil reluctantly decide to team up until they’re the last players left-and then they’ll destroy each other.Īs Rowan spends more time with Neil, she realizes he’s much more than the awkward linguistics nerd she’s sparred with for the past four years. When Neil is named valedictorian, Rowan has only one chance at victory: Howl, a senior class game that takes them all over Seattle, a farewell tour of the city she loves. ![]() While Rowan, who secretly wants to write romance novels, is anxious about the future, she’d love to beat her infuriating nemesis one last time. Rowan Roth and Neil McNair have been rivals in a never-ending game of one-upmanship since freshman year. Rowan Roth and Neil McNair have been bitter rivals for all of high school, clashing on test scores, student council elections, and even gym class pull-up contests. TODAY TONIGHT TOMORROW by Rachel Lynn Solomon RELEASE DATE: JRowan teams up with her academic nemesis to win a citywide scavenger hunt. The Hating Game meets Booksmart by way of Morgan Matson in this unforgettable romantic comedy about two rival overachievers whose relationship completely transforms over the course of twenty-four hours. “Brilliant, hilarious, and oh-so-romantic.” - BuzzFeed UPDATED, 8:16 AM first posted at 9:06 p.m. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() We see the world from Yuki's point of view, even becoming a part of her inside jokes. I was also quite appreciative of the narrative style that E.J. Yuki, Emma and Calvin each had their own unique personalities (Bee oppression anyone?) and yet they mesh together perfectly! It was a whole lot of fun following them on their crazy excursions. What I loved about this story was the originality, both in concept and in characters. The scents give her a clue and then she uses these clues to figure out who deceased is, as well as what unfinished business they have left on this Earth. Her curse is to smell people in a symbolic sense. Now before you run away at the thought of rotting corpses, let me assure you that Yuki's ability is much more interesting than that. Her angst filled teenage years are further complicated by her ability to smell dead people. Yuki, also known as Vanessa Stennings, isn't your typical teenage, gothic girl. It was this little fact that first drew me to the book, and then had me hooked by the middle of the first chapter. Smell them? Yuki is absolutely one of a kind in that respect. ![]() I mean where else in YA fiction have you ever found a main character that smells dead people? See them, yup. To say that this book is rather unlike anything I've ever read before seems a bit of an understatement. ![]() ![]() Salvador Ortiz-Carboneres was brought up in the Valencian countryside, which helped him to understand the idyllic background in which Platero and I is set. In her preface to this translation, Susan Bassnett writes: 'this translation is proof that an intrinsically Spanish book can be made accessible to readers from other cultural traditions'. If the often repeated debate as to the translatability or untranslatability of poetry has to be answered, then this translation, in every way comparable to a translation of poetry as far as approach is concerned, testifies to the fact that it can be done'. In his review of this translation, John Dixon wrote: 'This translation reflects the spirit of the work as poetry, however, in the attention to detail and in the understanding that in such detail, in the individual words and the network of relations in which they are placed, lies the ability to capture the rhythmic harmonies of the original. Known as the 'Andalucian elegy', it follows the journey of the author and his donkey Platero through the countryside of Moguer, birthplace of Juan Ramon Jimenez. ![]() As with Don Quixote, in the Spanish golden Age, Platero and I has become the classic of 20th century Spain. It is an allegory of the deepest human emotions. ![]() Like Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery and Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, Platero and I is a book not only for children, but for adults as well. Juan Ramon Jimenez, 1956 winner of the Nobel Prize, published Platero and I in 1914. ![]() ![]() Yes, I’m starting my review with this information because I think it’s only fair that everyone who’s thinking about buying it, knows what it is they’re buying. Olivia has always wanted to belong somewhere, but will she take her place as a Prior, protecting our world against the Master of the House? Or will she take her place beside him? Now Olivia sees what has unraveled generations of her family, and where her father may have come from. ![]() The manor is crumbling, the ghouls are solid, and a mysterious figure rules over all. When she crosses a ruined wall at just the right moment, Olivia finds herself in a place that is Gallant-but not. Olivia knows that Gallant is hiding secrets, and she is determined to uncover them. ![]() But Olivia is not about to leave the first place that feels like home, it doesn’t matter if her cousin Matthew is hostile or if she sees half-formed ghouls haunting the hallways. Yet when Olivia arrives, no one is expecting her. Then, a letter invites Olivia to come home-to Gallant. Olivia Prior has grown up in Merilance School for girls, and all she has of her past is her mother’s journal-which seems to unravel into madness. ![]() A seam, where the shadow meets its source. And as with every shadow, there is a place where it must touch. Opening line: The master of thehouse stands at the garden wall.Įverything casts a shadow. ![]() ![]() of Speculation after reading Patricia Lockwood’s No One is Talking About This ( the month before), all three books written or at least presented in isolated paragraphs, with often no great through-flow of narrative or logic to carry you from paragraph to paragraph. ![]() I wrote about the fragmentary nature of Offill’s writing last month, when I reread her Dept. ![]() Instead I’m going to focus on a couple of the books I read this month, and others like them: Weather by Jenny Offill, and Dead Souls, by Sam Riviere. Lots of fragmentary DeLillo for an academic chapter I filed today, yay!) ![]() (Lots of scattered reading as preparation for next academic year. This isn’t really going to function as a ‘What I read this month’ post, in part because I haven’t read many books right through. ![]() ![]() Made sure the blue pens were in one holder and the red ones in another. She straightened the stained-glass dragonfly shade on the Tiffany lamp. ![]() ![]() Looking across the desk, she moved the office phone over an inch-then switched the AT&T whatever it was back to where it had been. Her first job was now a thing of the past. Suddenly, after having suffered through seven-thousand-hour waits for the moon to rise, she felt like she wanted to slow it all down again. ![]() The night she had been waiting for was almost here.įor most of the last eight weeks, time had been going at a crawl, but in these final couple of evenings it had switched things up and flipped into catapult mode. Such a mundane action, done many times in a week, a month, a year-but nonetheless, for one particular instance, a great division between before and after occurred.Īs Paradise, blooded daughter of Abalone, First Adviser to Wrath, son of Wrath, sire of Wrath, King of all vampires, sat back in her office chair, she stared at the now-black screen in front of her. Some graduations were marked by the simple and the everyday, the nothing-special-like a person reaching out to a Dell monitor and hitting the little blue button on the lower right corner of the computer screen. ![]() Some of these important markers of the next stage of life had no caps and gowns, no orchestras playing the humans’ “Pomp and Circumstance.” There was no stage to walk across or diploma to hang on your wall. ![]() |