Koş Balkabağım, Koş - Andre Letria ücretsiz kitap indir

Lucas Hunter hunterdesign — Benim kopyamda: "Karanlığın Hızı: Bir Roman". Bir kitaba "Roman" yazmak, beklediğiniz mutlu son için gerçekten iyi olmadığımızın oldukça iyi bir göstergesi olmalıdır. Benzer şekilde, burada, korunan / azalan bir sınıfın tüm taraflarını incelemeye çalışan, bu durumda, biraz başlangıçta çalışan otizm, bir tedavinin başlangıcında, başka bir baş yukarı olmalıdır. Genellikle, otistik yaşamını sürdürürken, işleyen bir otistin ilk kişi perspektifini takip ederiz. Onun bakış açısına sempatik hissetmek için yapılır ve sonra otizm için potansiyel bir tedavinin bulunduğu bir duruma itilir ve ileride nasıl yaşamak istediğimiz konusunda seçimler yapması gerekir. Temel olarak, Moon ikilemleri özetleyen müthiş bir iş ve karakterlerle harika bir iş çıkarıyor. Genel olarak tavsiye edeceğim ödüllendirici bir kitaptı, ama bir Romandı, bu yüzden dikkatli okuyun.

James Ayling ja8328330120db — Interesting & worth the read, but not my usual genre choice, so I can't really say much about it. Would have been nice to know what country in which the story took place. All I could ascertain was somewhere in Central America.

Gsdkgsp Noxcm mcos26s — Ever buy a book for the poem on the first, unnumbered, page because the poem is so spot on you can hardly stand it? And you didn't have a pen or a big enough scrap of paper or the time to kneel in the aisle of the store and scribble the first line and maybe perhaps the author? And although Professor Dane taught you well and with certainty how to lift a page from any book, including those in fancy temperature controlled archival rooms--like the Huntington and the Bancroft and the Getty--you resist and buy the whole damn thing, in hardcover, even though you are fairly sure no one is watching, and even if they were with some spit and a string you could lift it anyhow. So you buy it outright and tote it through the city. Even though your walk is long and the Santa Anas are blowing hot and your bag is already bursting with books you haven't yet read, and are supposed to, and most likely will not get to. You buy it and forget about it. You buy it and shelve it with the others. And then one day, when the very same winds are blowing hot and nasty you recall the poem and search out the book only the poem isn't in there anymore. Someone tore it out. Without class. Without style or skill. With jagged edges. So you flip through the book hoping it's folded in half and tucked neatly inside and that's when the words start and draw you in and you realize the poem was a piece of crap written by a two bit hack, but this book...