Glemte nesten å legge ut innlegg om boka jeg x) hehe.

Jeg fikk bestilt den på tanum, den er fortsatt ikke inne på registret så hvis noen vil ha tak i den, så må man bestille den. Endten gjennom en bokhandel eller på nettet.
Den er fortsatt ikke ute på Norsk, kun den første boka "byttet".

Boka fikk en overraskende vending, i alle fall fra mitt stå sted. Ikke spenning på vær side, men langt fra kjedelig. Men må si at jeg virkelig likte boka, til dere som ikke har lest den så gled dere. I denne boka må Wendy ta noen valg. Mellom Tove, Finn og Loki. Hun må også kjempe for kronen sin mot sin far, vil hun klare å redde alle? Og hvordan skal hun kunne være med sin livs kjærlighet hvis hun blir gift med Tove?

Jeg liker måten forfatteren bygger opp boka på, Finn og hennes fiende Loki. Det er ikke helt det samme uten en badgay er det vell?
Det er ikke en overraskende ending på kjærlighetslivet hennes, for tenker man godt etter så kunne det ikke endt på noen annen måte etter å ha lest den andre boka i serien. Spente?


Loice Allegra

Help them, help them!
I hear the screams.

Why don't anyome help them?
Someone asks. 

Give them food. 
A number of voices in my ear.

People should give them water.
Loud and intense. 

Why is no one sharing? 
No sorrow in their voices.

They should do something!
I'm staring to get a headache.

Help them, help them! 
Yes, I sad.
Help, stop talking and just help.

Loice Allegra

 

Enjoy!
Chapter 3

It's been three months since the accident, and while my burns, blisters, and bruises have all healed, theres a peace that still feels broken. And, no it's not my heart or anything sentimental like that. I'm not one of those overly emotional damsels in distress, eagerly awaiting her prince to come and save her. A little closure, please, is all I ask- the opportunity to see that boy just one more time - to tell him "thank you", to ask him what he was doing there in the first place.
And to find out why he had touched me like that.
" A little frustrated, are we?" Kimmie asks,  noticing the oomph with which I wedge out my clay.
It's C-Block pottery class, and I'm working the air pockets from my mound of sticky redness by thawacking, plopping, and kneading it against the table.
"personally I'm suprised that you haven't cracked completly. she continues.
"Don't you have some clay to wedge?" I ask her.
" Don't you have some life to get?"
I ignore her comment and proceed to remind her that unwedged clay means a sculpture that's bound to bee blown to bits in the kiln.
"Maybe I like bits."
"Do you like slime? Because that's what your pice is starting to look like."
I pass her a sponge for the excess water.
"Honestly, Camelia, your control-freakish ways are staring to get a little old. You really should get out more!"
Kimmie and I have been friends since kindergarten - through who-can-blow-the-bigger-hubba-bubba-bubble-gum contests to the time in the eight grade when Jim Konarski spun the bottle and I had to kiss him. For the record, I still get crap about missing his lips entirely and accidently tonguing his left nostril.
"I'm fine I assure her."
She takes a momnt to look me over. from my unruly dirty-blond locks and girrafelike neck to my self-declared lack of stye. Today: a long-sleeved T, dark-washed jeans, and a pair of black  ballet flats - exactly what the manequin of the Gap was wearing.
"Fine?" She says, working her mound of clay into what appears to be an anatomiacally correckt man: pecks, package,Miss I stay my saturdays night playing makeover with My Nine-year - old - neighbor?"
"For your information, that only happened once, and her mom was having a Mary Kay party."
"Whatever." She says, lowering her voice.

It's late and I'm tired, sorry it was so short, but if you want mor scream it louder! :)

Loice Allegra

Jeg leste smaragdgrønn på torsdag, men har ikke hatt tid til å gi noen tilbake melding før nå.

Jeg må si jeg ble litt skuffet, jeg har gått og gledet meg med høye froventninger, noe som kanskje ikke var så lurt. Jeg likte ikke denne boka like mye som de forrige, kanskje jeg har vokst fra dem? eller så likte jeg ikke Gwen like mye tror jeg, valgene hennes osv. Men det er skrevet like bra som før, mitt problem tror jeg var at jeg kanskje ville ha en litt mer tilbakeholden Gwen, men da burde jeg jo også tenkt på at hun ikke har vært det i noen av bøkene. Litt skuffet ble jeg, men  dårlig var det ikke.

Kjærlighet, mysterier, spenning, oppklaringer og hemmeligheter.
Ganske god kombinasjon.

Gwen prøvre å komme seg over Gideons svik med tårer, en god vennine og likegyldighet, noe som ikke alltid fungerer like bra. Samtidig er hun på skattejakt og når hun endelig finner skatten blir hun sjokkert over å finne ut hva det er! Flere hemmeligheter har lurt i skyggene, både fra Gideon og hennes egen mor og ikke nok med det, men svikeren i boka er en Gwen kjenne nokså godt. Til tross for Gideons svik og det at han plutselig ikke vil være noe annet en "venner". Klarer Gwen seg nokså bra. Hun må møte Gideon hver dag og gjør alt hun kan for å mønstre en viss verdeighet.





Loice Allegra

fikk akuratt mld fra ark om at smaragdgrønn venter på meg i butikken! :))

Loice Allegra

A pain in my hart,
intense and absorbing,

A knowledge of death swimming,
in me.

A few years gone,
from life.

A darkness,
is all their is left.

A memory to small,
it should be bigger.

A person less in my life,
one more to miss.

Someone I loved, missed life and now I am here all alone.

kjeeeeder meg så skerv dette fort, er det noe feil så sorry for det.
Syntes? :)

Loice Allegra

boka, kom ut på mandag, Men det tar tid før den kommer inn i handelen. Det antas at den vil være inne på fredag, men det kan være at den kommer før eller etter, ingenting er sikkert.

Loice Allegra

I really dont like fighting with you, but I'll always fight for you.

Loice Allegra

"How's Gloria?" I mouthed; no sound came out. He looked toward her car again. It had finally come to stop halfway up the grassy hill that ran along the side of the school. The boy, noticing our closeness maybe, sat back on his heels then and ran his fingers through his perfectly rumpled dark hair. And then he touched me. His hand rested on my stomach, almost bu accident I think, because the gesture seemed to startle him even more then it startled me. He stared at me with a new intensity, his eyes wide and urgent, his lips slightly parted. "What is it?" I asked, noticing the scar on his forearm - a narrow gash that branched off in two directions, like a broken tree limb. Instead of answering, he pressed his palm harder against me and closed his eyes. His wrist grazed the bare skin right above my navel, where my sweater was still pulled up. It nearly made me lose my breath all over again. A moment later an ambulance came zooming into the lot, the siren blaring, the light flashing bright red and white, and the boy backed away, just like that. He crawled free of me, darted over to his motorcycle. Hopped on. Revved up the engine. And then sped away. Before I could even ask him his name. Before I could thank him for saving my life.

Chapter 2

The first time I saw her I knew - long and twisty caramel blond-hair, curvy hips, and lips the color of fire.
She was talking that first time - in a group with faceless girls. I was there, too - standing a good distance back. Watching her. I wondered what she was all about - if her cheeks where naturally seashell pink, or if she was embarrassed or maybe wearing makeup. I watched her lips as they pouted, then stretched wide when she laughed. It made me laugh too. I couldn?t stop watching her. Imagining the way her mouth would move when she said my name, or told me she loved me, or came at me with a kiss. And so I made a silent vow to myself. I would find out about her checks, and the way her kisses would taste. I would find out everything, because I simply had to know. I had to have her. I still do. And one day, very soon, I will.

Chapter 3.....


Stolarz


Loice Allegra