<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546</id><updated>2011-10-04T12:01:49.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A YA Lit Chick</title><subtitle type='html'>What one Young Adult book lover has read...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6230418496882936260</id><published>2011-05-02T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:29:02.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBiSE48g8IM/Tb7NrhiyMTI/AAAAAAAAASY/tVlYbOjo5RQ/s1600/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602141134117810482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBiSE48g8IM/Tb7NrhiyMTI/AAAAAAAAASY/tVlYbOjo5RQ/s320/umbrella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Umbrella Summer by Lisa Graff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;After her brother Jared dies, ten-year-old Annie worries about the hidden dangers of everything, from bug bites to bicycle riding, until she is befriended by a new neighbor who is grieving her own loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;My Thoughts - This is a touching story about how one girl struggles with recovering from the loss of her brother. The story made me cry. I would recommend this to anyone dealing with grief or anyone who just wants a story they will remember for quite awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-6230418496882936260?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6230418496882936260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6230418496882936260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6230418496882936260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6230418496882936260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/umbrella-summer.html' title='Umbrella Summer'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBiSE48g8IM/Tb7NrhiyMTI/AAAAAAAAASY/tVlYbOjo5RQ/s72-c/umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-1533985483482688107</id><published>2011-01-06T12:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:36:53.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pies and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TSYLp3h0YeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Zh50JCdpS_s/s1600/pies%2Band%2Bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559143603943793122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TSYLp3h0YeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Zh50JCdpS_s/s320/pies%2Band%2Bp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TSYLE_oV9tI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WsqntdvrzGU/s1600/pies%2Band%2Bpred.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pies and Prejudice by Heather Vogel Frederick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With Emma and her family living in England, the Mother-Daughter Book Club continues by videoconferencing. While tackling "Pride and Prejudice" and coping with new romances, the three other daughters start a pie business with a goal of earning enough to bring Emma home for a visit. Put when the plan falls short, they wonder if they will ever be able to get together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - I love the Mother-Daughter Book Club series! Since I read the first book a couple of summers ago, I have eagerly awaited each one! I even had the pleasure of meeting the author at the Texas Book Festival two years ago! This installment didn't disappoint either! The girls are growing up, but they are still friends and still having fun together. This year includes world travel to England and Jane Austen country. After reading this installment of the Mother-Daughter Book Club, I want to visit Jane Austen country too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-1533985483482688107?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1533985483482688107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=1533985483482688107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1533985483482688107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1533985483482688107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/pies-and-prejudice.html' title='Pies and Prejudice'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TSYLp3h0YeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Zh50JCdpS_s/s72-c/pies%2Band%2Bp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6053267688042909857</id><published>2011-01-06T12:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:02:16.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brillian Fall of Gianna Z.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TSYDj0BAPiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QBbImCWzGR0/s1600/Gianna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559134703828614690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TSYDj0BAPiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QBbImCWzGR0/s320/Gianna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z. by Kate Messner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gianna has less than one week to complete her leaf project if she wants to compete in the upcoming cross-country sectionals, but issues like procrastination, disorganization--and her grandmother's declining health--seem destined to keep her from finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My Thoughts - This is a story that has depth. Gianna is dealing with some hard issues, like her grandmother's failing mind, and some typical issues, like procrastinating on a big science project. There is humor and sadness and Gianna has to learn to deal with both as part of life. I liked that the story moves quickly. It would make a great read aloud for a class too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;* Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-6053267688042909857?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6053267688042909857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6053267688042909857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6053267688042909857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6053267688042909857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/brillian-fall-of-gianna-z.html' title='The Brillian Fall of Gianna Z.'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TSYDj0BAPiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QBbImCWzGR0/s72-c/Gianna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8023278446732640592</id><published>2010-11-02T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:57:13.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the Good Spy Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TNBQj26c1jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3cH71HuzTX0/s1600/spy+young.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TNBQj26c1jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3cH71HuzTX0/s320/spy+young.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only the Good Spy Young by Ally Carter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cammie Morgan questions the loyalty of her classmates and friends after she learns that one of her most trusted allies is actually a double-agent, and now danger follows her everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - I loved this next book in the Gallagher Girls series!&amp;nbsp; At the beginning of the book, I was a bit confused and had to stop and remember what had happened in the previous book.&amp;nbsp; But I quickly got back on track and couldn't put this book down!&amp;nbsp; I look forward to Ally Carter's next book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-8023278446732640592?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8023278446732640592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8023278446732640592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8023278446732640592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8023278446732640592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-good-spy-young.html' title='Only the Good Spy Young'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/TNBQj26c1jI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3cH71HuzTX0/s72-c/spy+young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-344135528722925196</id><published>2010-05-13T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:44:37.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S-wsTbLPN9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/bX7jKYmY8c0/s1600/ashes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S-wsTbLPN9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/bX7jKYmY8c0/s320/ashes.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ashes by Kathryn Lasky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In 1932 Berlin, thirteen-year-old Gaby Schramm witnesses the beginning of Hitler's rise to power, as soldiers become ubiquitous, her beloved literature teacher starts wearing a jewelled swastika pin, and the family's dear friend, Albert Einstein, leave the country while Gaby's parents secretly bury his books and papers in their small yard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - I tend to enjoy historical fiction set in this time period.&amp;nbsp; I imagine that Gaby's feelings and reactions to what was happening around her were typical of young people at that time.&amp;nbsp; I liked this story, especially the twist with Albert Einstein and another twist with Gaby's sister.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-344135528722925196?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/344135528722925196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=344135528722925196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/344135528722925196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/344135528722925196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/05/ashes.html' title='Ashes'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S-wsTbLPN9I/AAAAAAAAAN0/bX7jKYmY8c0/s72-c/ashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6457277218033669051</id><published>2010-04-30T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:53:16.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S9sK6ChJNVI/AAAAAAAAANI/w54XX7WsPTE/s1600/city+of+ashes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S9sK6ChJNVI/AAAAAAAAANI/w54XX7WsPTE/s320/city+of+ashes.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sixteen-year-old Clary conintues trying to make sense of the swiftly changing events and relationships in her life as she becomes further involved with the Shadowhunters and their pursuit of demons and discovers some terrifying truths about her parents, her brother Jace, and her boyfriend Simon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughs: This was a fast-paced page turner! I'm ready for City of Glass, the last book in The Mortal Instruments trilogy!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to find out what happens with Clary and Jace!&amp;nbsp; I can't say more because I don't want to spoil any of the story for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-6457277218033669051?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6457277218033669051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6457277218033669051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6457277218033669051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6457277218033669051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/04/city-of-ashes.html' title='City of Ashes'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S9sK6ChJNVI/AAAAAAAAANI/w54XX7WsPTE/s72-c/city+of+ashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2959023784808216304</id><published>2010-04-12T13:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:14:46.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Perfect Pebbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S8Ni2P9_z1I/AAAAAAAAANA/hFDP5mBN5QQ/s1600/Pebbles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S8Ni2P9_z1I/AAAAAAAAANA/hFDP5mBN5QQ/s320/Pebbles.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Four Perfect Pebbles: A Holocaust Story by Lila Perl and Marion Blumenthal Lazan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The author tells the story of her family's experience as Jews in Hitler's Germany, tracing their horrifying journey from their home country to Holland and back again, living in refugee, transit and prison camps, including Bergen-Belson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - This is another powerful story narrated by a&amp;nbsp; mother and daughter as they tell their story of survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2959023784808216304?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2959023784808216304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2959023784808216304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2959023784808216304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2959023784808216304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/04/four-perfect-pebbles.html' title='Four Perfect Pebbles'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S8Ni2P9_z1I/AAAAAAAAANA/hFDP5mBN5QQ/s72-c/Pebbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2884938799218965423</id><published>2010-04-12T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:07:18.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S8NhFOn-PNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mTEtGQ7wGKw/s1600/city+of+bones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S8NhFOn-PNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mTEtGQ7wGKw/s320/city+of+bones.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;City of Bones by Cassandra Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Suddenly able to see demons and the Shadowhunters who are dedicated to returning them to their own dimension, fifteen-year-old Clary Fray is drawn into this bizarre world when her mother disappears and Clary herself is almost killed by a monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - Get ready for a fantastic ride through this story that twists and turns and leaves you hanging and running for the next book in the series!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2884938799218965423?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2884938799218965423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2884938799218965423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2884938799218965423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2884938799218965423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/04/city-of-bones.html' title='City of Bones'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S8NhFOn-PNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mTEtGQ7wGKw/s72-c/city+of+bones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2757122855190496521</id><published>2010-04-02T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:31:56.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Hands, Warm Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7ZUGnidU-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/P5HTVxnZI9Q/s1600/cold+hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7ZUGnidU-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/P5HTVxnZI9Q/s320/cold+hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Cold Hands, Warm Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;After sixteen-year-old Tyler convinces his parents to donate the organs of his fourteen-year-old sister, who died during a gymnastis meet, he writes letters to the recipients, including Dani, who finally has a chance at normalcy after living fifteen years wiht a congenital heart defect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts: An interesting story from two points of view: Tyler's and Dani's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2757122855190496521?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2757122855190496521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2757122855190496521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2757122855190496521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2757122855190496521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/04/cold-hands-warm-heart.html' title='Cold Hands, Warm Heart'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7ZUGnidU-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/P5HTVxnZI9Q/s72-c/cold+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6536163293145236902</id><published>2010-04-01T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:01:53.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7SZJ5u0YgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/epvuG-5DM9s/s1600/heartbeat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7SZJ5u0YgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/epvuG-5DM9s/s320/heartbeat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;In a Heartbeat by Loretta Ellsworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Told in their separate voices, Eagan, who has died in a figure-skating accident, becomes a heart donor for Amelia, who then begins taking on some aspects of Eagan's personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; I stayed up late into the night to finish this captivating story!&amp;nbsp; It makes me wonder if it is possible, which the author addressed in an end note saying that there are reports from patients that this can happen but nothing has been scientifically proven.&amp;nbsp; I felt sad for Eagan and her mom.&amp;nbsp; I felt happy for Amelia and the new opportunity for life that this brings to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-6536163293145236902?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6536163293145236902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6536163293145236902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6536163293145236902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6536163293145236902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-heartbeat.html' title='In a Heartbeat'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7SZJ5u0YgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/epvuG-5DM9s/s72-c/heartbeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2043834812516805196</id><published>2010-03-31T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:27:59.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7OwPmzIK3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zjse7nerWw0/s1600/slob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7OwPmzIK3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zjse7nerWw0/s320/slob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Slob by Ellen Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Picked on, overweight genius Owen tries to invent a television that can see the past to find out what happened the day his parents were killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; I liked this story that shows what middle school is really like from the point of view of the person who is bullied.&amp;nbsp; It has lots of sadly funny situations that made me keep reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2043834812516805196?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2043834812516805196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2043834812516805196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2043834812516805196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2043834812516805196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/slob.html' title='Slob'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7OwPmzIK3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zjse7nerWw0/s72-c/slob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5399235783966013513</id><published>2010-03-29T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:02:14.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swindle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7EVOhHPzFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2AZOvJJmfZQ/s1600/swindle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7EVOhHPzFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2AZOvJJmfZQ/s320/swindle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Swindle by Gordon Korman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;After unscrupulous collector S. Wendell Palamino cons him out a valuable baseball card, sixth-grader Griffin Bing puts together a band of misfits to break into Palamino's heavily guarded store and steal the card back, planning to use the money to finance his father's failing invention, the SmartPick fruit picker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; What a page turner!&amp;nbsp; This story is full of fast paced adventure with all sorts of twists and turns!&amp;nbsp; Great read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-5399235783966013513?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5399235783966013513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5399235783966013513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5399235783966013513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5399235783966013513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/swindle.html' title='Swindle'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S7EVOhHPzFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2AZOvJJmfZQ/s72-c/swindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4152867489247105042</id><published>2010-03-26T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:24:26.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heist Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S6ztiw0si9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XGLmHKqL23w/s1600/heist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S6ztiw0si9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XGLmHKqL23w/s320/heist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Heist Society by Ally Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fifteen-year-old Kat schemes her way into the best boarding school, hoping to leave the thieving antics of her family behind her, but Hal, a former co-conspirator, appears on campus to tell Kat that a powerful mobster believes her father stole art from a priceless collection, and in order to save him, Kat will have to recover the paintings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; I LOVED this book!&amp;nbsp; It played like a movie in my head as I read it.&amp;nbsp; The intrigue was great, it kept me reading straight through to the end!&amp;nbsp; I was left with questions still unanswered, so I hope there is another book coming!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-4152867489247105042?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4152867489247105042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4152867489247105042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4152867489247105042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4152867489247105042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/heist-society.html' title='Heist Society'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S6ztiw0si9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XGLmHKqL23w/s72-c/heist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2552990978221417221</id><published>2010-03-11T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:25:10.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th Grade Nickname Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S5kLK_JVZjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qWsIZyNwmrs/s1600-h/nickname.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S5kLK_JVZjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qWsIZyNwmrs/s320/nickname.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The 6th Grade Nickname Game by Gordon Korman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eleven-year-old best friends Jeff and Wiley, who like to give nicknames to their classmates, try to find the right one for the new girl Cassandra, while adjusting to the football coach who has become their new teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - Jeff and Wiley are great!&amp;nbsp; They have fun finding nicknames but have trouble finding the right one for Cassandra because they like her so much.&amp;nbsp; Their new teacher, the football coach,&amp;nbsp;is hilarious!&amp;nbsp; I would like to see him in real life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2552990978221417221?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2552990978221417221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2552990978221417221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2552990978221417221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2552990978221417221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/6th-grade-nickname-game.html' title='The 6th Grade Nickname Game'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S5kLK_JVZjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qWsIZyNwmrs/s72-c/nickname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-1005870563486059789</id><published>2010-03-10T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:30:56.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babymouse: Skater Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S5gdk8gefCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ryK9BJWuFz0/s1600-h/skater+girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S5gdk8gefCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ryK9BJWuFz0/s320/skater+girl.jpg" vt="true" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Babymouse: Skater Girl by Jennifer L. Holm &amp;amp; Matthew Holm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Babymouse is sad because everyone has a special talent and she doesn't know what hers is, so she starts ice skating and is excited when an Olympic coach notices her skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - Babymouse learns that if you really want something, you have to work hard at it. And if working hard at it is hard for you, you have to decide if what you are working for is really worth it to you! Funny and pink as always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-1005870563486059789?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1005870563486059789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=1005870563486059789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1005870563486059789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1005870563486059789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/babymouse-skater-girl.html' title='Babymouse: Skater Girl'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S5gdk8gefCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ryK9BJWuFz0/s72-c/skater+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-268993619881701086</id><published>2010-03-04T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:58:30.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisley Hanover Acts Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S4_KT67XWNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CHK3SXN14ro/s1600-h/paisley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S4_KT67XWNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CHK3SXN14ro/s320/paisley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Paisley Hanover Acts Out by Cameron Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Paisley is beginning her sophmore year in high school and trying to work her way up the social food chain.&amp;nbsp; But the first day of school puts her plan in jeopardy.&amp;nbsp; Will she be a Pop or an UnPop?&amp;nbsp; Paisley begins to see the downside of being popular and takes some anonymous jabs at the social food chain in &lt;em&gt;The Fly&lt;/em&gt;, the school newspaper.&amp;nbsp; This is a funny satirical look at cliques in high school!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; I liked to see Paisley struggle with what is right versus what is popular and try to make her way through.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was&amp;nbsp;a funny page turner!&amp;nbsp; What story wouldn't be funny with a statue of a hornet in the school quad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-268993619881701086?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/268993619881701086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=268993619881701086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/268993619881701086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/268993619881701086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/paisley-hanover-acts-out.html' title='Paisley Hanover Acts Out'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S4_KT67XWNI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CHK3SXN14ro/s72-c/paisley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8177834568804154062</id><published>2010-02-11T13:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:52:16.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Whisperer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S3RftT3mYNI/AAAAAAAAALw/5RRvUQdf4zs/s1600-h/book+whisperer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S3RftT3mYNI/AAAAAAAAALw/5RRvUQdf4zs/s320/book+whisperer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The Book Whisperer: Awakening the Inner Reader in Every Child by Donalyn Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sixth grade teacher Donalyn Miller describes the instructional approach she uses to turn children into readers, based on a combination of individual choice, a program of independent reading, a collection of high-interest books, and appropriate and authentic reading behavior modeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; I so enjoyed this book!&amp;nbsp; It was so inspiring!&amp;nbsp; I wish I taught at a school full of reading teachers that all subscribed to Donalyn Miller's ideas and methods.&amp;nbsp; I am left thinking of how I can impact readers in the library.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-8177834568804154062?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8177834568804154062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8177834568804154062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8177834568804154062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8177834568804154062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-whisperer.html' title='The Book Whisperer'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S3RftT3mYNI/AAAAAAAAALw/5RRvUQdf4zs/s72-c/book+whisperer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7014804213543729766</id><published>2010-02-11T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:48:33.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Global Achievement Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S3Re99HRPNI/AAAAAAAAALo/qjWij23cO4E/s1600-h/Globabl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S3Re99HRPNI/AAAAAAAAALo/qjWij23cO4E/s320/Globabl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The Global Achievement Gap by Tony Wagner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The subtitle of this book is "Why Even Our Best Schools Don't Teach the New Survival Skills Our Children Need--And What We Can Do About It"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Charges that the failure to teach young people critical thinking skills, creativity, and effective communication is quickly making American schools obsolete and leaving students unprepared to compete in the global job market, offers advice on how to overhaul the U.S. education system, and includes examples of uniquely successful schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts: I thought this book was right on target!&amp;nbsp; It inspired me and frustrated me at the same time.&amp;nbsp; I was inspired because I agree that what Wagner is saying about the teaching in our schools&amp;nbsp;is correct and I want to be able to change the system.&amp;nbsp; I was frustrated because I am at the bottom of the system, so I have very little influence to change it.&amp;nbsp; In the end, our children and our country will pay the consequences for not addressing what our children need in order to succeed in today's world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-7014804213543729766?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7014804213543729766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7014804213543729766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7014804213543729766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7014804213543729766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/global-achievement-gap.html' title='The Global Achievement Gap'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S3Re99HRPNI/AAAAAAAAALo/qjWij23cO4E/s72-c/Globabl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3703949509879576214</id><published>2010-02-05T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:57:54.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Defiance of Hitler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yUSeik3ZI/AAAAAAAAALg/OeqIVIExIuo/s1600-h/varian+fry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yUSeik3ZI/AAAAAAAAALg/OeqIVIExIuo/s320/varian+fry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;In Defiance of Hitler: The Secret Mission of Varian Fry by Carla Killough McClafferty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This book chronicles the efforts of American journalist Varian Fry, who flew to Mareseilles, France, in 1940 to help artistic and intellectual refugees flee the Nazi regime, but ended up staying for over a year to assist as many people as he could before he was evicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; This is a true story of one very courageous man and his efforts to save the lives of those that Hitler deemed unworthy.&amp;nbsp; A true adventure tale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-3703949509879576214?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3703949509879576214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3703949509879576214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3703949509879576214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3703949509879576214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-defiance-of-hitler.html' title='In Defiance of Hitler'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yUSeik3ZI/AAAAAAAAALg/OeqIVIExIuo/s72-c/varian+fry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4807144240529826895</id><published>2010-02-05T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:50:45.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2ySpKe_-4I/AAAAAAAAALY/j4-qacIZijw/s1600-h/survivors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2ySpKe_-4I/AAAAAAAAALY/j4-qacIZijw/s320/survivors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Survivors: True Stories of Children in the Holocaust&amp;nbsp; by Allan Zullo and Mara Bovsun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A collection of nine true stories of children who lived through the Holocaust of Nazi Germany, and describes how each was able to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts: I was touched by the stories in this book.&amp;nbsp; They all show that survivors of the Holocaust had to have a very strong desire and will in order to survive this horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-4807144240529826895?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4807144240529826895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4807144240529826895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4807144240529826895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4807144240529826895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/survivors.html' title='Survivors'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2ySpKe_-4I/AAAAAAAAALY/j4-qacIZijw/s72-c/survivors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7566940938296583930</id><published>2010-02-05T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:45:09.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yRSLHamtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-TOFsfZTOUg/s1600-h/anne+frank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yRSLHamtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-TOFsfZTOUg/s320/anne+frank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Anne Frank: Hidden Hope by Rita Thievon Mullin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A well researched and well written biography of Anne Frank, this book has lots of added photos, maps, diagrams and quotes to help the reader really get to know who Anne Frank was.&amp;nbsp; Many quotes from Anne's diary add to the author's words.&amp;nbsp; I especially liked the information about the chestnut tree that still stands outside the annex.&amp;nbsp; This is a must read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-7566940938296583930?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7566940938296583930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7566940938296583930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7566940938296583930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7566940938296583930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/anne-frank.html' title='Anne Frank'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yRSLHamtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-TOFsfZTOUg/s72-c/anne+frank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-439176732886770896</id><published>2010-02-05T15:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:34:59.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Babymouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yOqSqu69I/AAAAAAAAALI/ItL2Ovzt_oY/s1600-h/babymouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yOqSqu69I/AAAAAAAAALI/ItL2Ovzt_oY/s320/babymouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Babymouse: Queen of the World by Jennifer Holm and Matthew Holm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;An imaginative mouse dreams of being queen of the world, but will settle for an invitation to the most popular girl's slumber party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts: Babymouse is fabulous!&amp;nbsp; I've wanted to read her books for quite awhile.&amp;nbsp; (Who wouldn't?&amp;nbsp; They all have lots of pink!)&amp;nbsp; Babymouse knows how to be a real friend.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to read more of her stories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-439176732886770896?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/439176732886770896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=439176732886770896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/439176732886770896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/439176732886770896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/babymouse.html' title='Babymouse'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yOqSqu69I/AAAAAAAAALI/ItL2Ovzt_oY/s72-c/babymouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8225285789239444406</id><published>2010-02-05T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:25:51.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Truce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yMTGaeRcI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_EOAO6gHCY/s1600-h/truce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yMTGaeRcI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_EOAO6gHCY/s320/truce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Truce: The Day the Soldiers Stopped Fighting&amp;nbsp;by Jim Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a well researched acount of the Christmas Truce of 1914 during the first winter of World War I.&amp;nbsp; The author did a great job explaining how the war began and how the armies came to be involved in trench warfare on the Western front.&amp;nbsp; Photographs and paintings illustrate the true story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts: I loved the pictures and photos!&amp;nbsp; This was very well written and easy to understand how this unforgettable event unfolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-8225285789239444406?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8225285789239444406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8225285789239444406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8225285789239444406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8225285789239444406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/02/truce.html' title='Truce'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S2yMTGaeRcI/AAAAAAAAALA/X_EOAO6gHCY/s72-c/truce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-116126361421409100</id><published>2010-01-21T15:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:38:48.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Purge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S1jJFyZgQFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kqd1emYwN7Y/s1600-h/purge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S1jJFyZgQFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kqd1emYwN7Y/s400/purge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Purge by Sarah Darer Littman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When her parents check sixteen-year-old Janie into Golden Slopes to help her recover from her bulimia, she discovers that she must talk about things she has admitted to no one-not even herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - I enjoyed this powerful, moving story!&amp;nbsp; The characters were great!&amp;nbsp; If you liked Wintergirls or Jane in Bloom, try this book next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-116126361421409100?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/116126361421409100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=116126361421409100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/116126361421409100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/116126361421409100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/01/purge.html' title='Purge'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S1jJFyZgQFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kqd1emYwN7Y/s72-c/purge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8324616490194696465</id><published>2010-01-08T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:48:07.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S0dFfK0Bz4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/pdm43adI2AM/s1600-h/sent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S0dFfK0Bz4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/pdm43adI2AM/s400/sent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The Missing Book 2: Sent by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jonah, Katherine, Chip and Alex suddenly find themselves in 1483 at the Tower of London, where they discover that Chip and Alex are Prince Edward V and Richard of Shrewbury, imprisioned by their uncle, King Richard III, but trying to repair history without knowing what is supposed to happen proves challenging.&amp;nbsp; Author's note includes historical facts about the princes and king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a thrilling sequel to the first book in the series, Found!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to read the next book to see if we find out who Jonah is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-8324616490194696465?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8324616490194696465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8324616490194696465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8324616490194696465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8324616490194696465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/01/sent.html' title='Sent'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S0dFfK0Bz4I/AAAAAAAAAKw/pdm43adI2AM/s72-c/sent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8952533669868385530</id><published>2010-01-06T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:49:25.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Donut Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S0Tovtxfp7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8cJcMBGLNTs/s1600-h/donut+days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S0Tovtxfp7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8cJcMBGLNTs/s400/donut+days.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Donut Days by Lara Zielin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;During a campout promoting the opening of a donut shop in a small Minnesota town, sixteen-year-old Emma, an aspiring journalist, begins to connect an ongoing pollution investigation with the turmoil in the evangelical Christian church where her parents are pastors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; I really related to this story and Emma's fight for what is right, which can be difficult to determine in life!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-8952533669868385530?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8952533669868385530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8952533669868385530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8952533669868385530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8952533669868385530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2010/01/donut-days.html' title='Donut Days'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/S0Tovtxfp7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/8cJcMBGLNTs/s72-c/donut+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3101167689387692650</id><published>2009-12-15T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:25:25.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Willow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Syf-rBCdOnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gfyBJiFM0RM/s1600-h/willow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Syf-rBCdOnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gfyBJiFM0RM/s320/willow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Willow by Julia Hoban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sixteen-year-old Willow, who was driving the car that killed both of her parents, copes with the pain and guilt by cutting herself, until she meets a smart and sensitive boy who is determined to help her stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a powerful, unforgettable story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-3101167689387692650?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3101167689387692650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3101167689387692650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3101167689387692650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3101167689387692650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/12/willow.html' title='Willow'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Syf-rBCdOnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gfyBJiFM0RM/s72-c/willow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3327112847957072958</id><published>2009-12-14T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:22:13.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmanuel Ringelblum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Emmanuel Ringleblum: Historian of the Warsaw Ghetto by Mark Beyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a facinating biography of a man dedicated to recording a history of what happened in the Warsaw Ghetto during World War II.&amp;nbsp; Emmanuel had been a historian before the events of World War II began to unfold.&amp;nbsp; As he began to see what happened when Hitler gained power and what life was like in the Warsaw Ghetto, he recorded the events in his journal, determined to preserve a record of what happened so that future generations would know.&amp;nbsp; He and a group of people he trained illegally kept journals, recording their observations and interviews with people.&amp;nbsp; Before the Warsaw Ghetto was destroyed, they buried their journals, papers, photos and records within the ghetto, hoping they would be found and stand as a record of what happened to the Jews under Hitler's rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-3327112847957072958?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3327112847957072958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3327112847957072958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3327112847957072958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3327112847957072958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/12/emmanuel-ringelblum.html' title='Emmanuel Ringelblum'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3044875618080646349</id><published>2009-12-04T09:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:43:29.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander Graham Bell: Giving Voice to the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkuB1-GwrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tN0k2-Qj4Fs/s1600-h/alex+g+bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkuB1-GwrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tN0k2-Qj4Fs/s320/alex+g+bell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Alexander Graham Bell: Giving Voice to the World by Mary Kay Carson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sxkto56ce1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hMlk8pdtTlQ/s1600-h/alex+g+bell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A brief biography of inventor Alexander Graham Bell that profiles his life and works which included the invention of the telephone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; This was a great biography!&amp;nbsp; I learned so much about his contribution to the world as well as his true passion in life: helping to deaf to be able to communicate.&amp;nbsp; This was a very interesting book!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-3044875618080646349?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3044875618080646349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3044875618080646349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3044875618080646349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3044875618080646349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/12/alexander-graham-bell-giving-voice-to.html' title='Alexander Graham Bell: Giving Voice to the World'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkuB1-GwrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tN0k2-Qj4Fs/s72-c/alex+g+bell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7284194665892669230</id><published>2009-12-04T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:32:08.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkrXfEmJcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_TsbZbl-wRc/s1600-h/gorgeous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkrXfEmJcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_TsbZbl-wRc/s320/gorgeous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Goregeous by Rachel Vail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ninth-grader Allison Avery has always been the least attractive among her sisters, but when she allows the devil to possess her cell phone in exchange for appearing to be gorgeous, she must confront the power and deceptiveness of appearances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; This is the story that comes after Lucky by Rachel Vail.&amp;nbsp; It was interesting to see Allison's perspective on life in the Avery family.&amp;nbsp; I could really identify with her on her views of gorgeousness.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to the next book in the trilogy about Quinn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-7284194665892669230?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7284194665892669230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7284194665892669230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7284194665892669230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7284194665892669230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/12/gorgeous.html' title='Gorgeous'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkrXfEmJcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_TsbZbl-wRc/s72-c/gorgeous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3229411053028856740</id><published>2009-12-04T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:33:31.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marie Curie: Mother of Modern Physics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkpCKX-BZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4wlfEs-stl8/s1600-h/marie+curie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkpCKX-BZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4wlfEs-stl8/s320/marie+curie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Marie Curie: Mother of Modern Physics by Janice Borzendowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A biography of Marie Curie, whose discovery of radium changed science and the world, and describes her childhood, education, and the hardships she faced in her professional life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My Thoughts:&amp;nbsp; I found this to be a facinating story!&amp;nbsp; I knew that Marie Curie was a famous scientist, but I had no idea of the hardships she faced or the importance of her contributions!&amp;nbsp; This was a fabulous &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; story!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-3229411053028856740?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3229411053028856740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3229411053028856740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3229411053028856740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3229411053028856740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/12/marie-curie-mother-of-modern-physics.html' title='Marie Curie: Mother of Modern Physics'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SxkpCKX-BZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4wlfEs-stl8/s72-c/marie+curie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6280494447218754312</id><published>2009-10-20T13:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:28:21.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beastly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/St4BHdoFurI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dk70TJRcyFE/s1600-h/beastly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394750631359920818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/St4BHdoFurI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dk70TJRcyFE/s320/beastly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beastly by Alex Flinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A modern retelling of "Beauty and the Beast" from the point of view of the Beast, a vain Manhattan private school student who is turned into a monster and must find true love before he can return to his human form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Thoughts: It was really interesting to get into Kyle's head as he was turned into the Beast. It makes a person think about what is truly important when making friends and just interacting with other people. I couldn't wait to get to the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-6280494447218754312?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6280494447218754312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6280494447218754312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6280494447218754312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6280494447218754312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/10/beastly.html' title='Beastly'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/St4BHdoFurI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dk70TJRcyFE/s72-c/beastly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8161369233174365338</id><published>2009-10-13T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:08:50.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cupcake Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/StSl_wFNykI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QBm8tDur8t0/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392117168526445122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/StSl_wFNykI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QBm8tDur8t0/s320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Cupcake Queen by Heather Hepler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;While longing to return to life in New York City, thirteen-year-old Penny helps her mother and grandmother run a cupcake bakery in Hog's Hollow, tries to avoid the beastly popular girls, to be a good friend to quirky Tally, and to catch the eye of enigmatic Marcus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts: This is a fun girl read! This story has mean girls, cupcakes, pranks, a cute boy, art, and friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Summary from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-8161369233174365338?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8161369233174365338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8161369233174365338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8161369233174365338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8161369233174365338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/10/cupcake-queen.html' title='The Cupcake Queen'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/StSl_wFNykI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QBm8tDur8t0/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-1732441435369183530</id><published>2009-09-28T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:15:53.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next to Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SsDFC_B4SAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bT_bpfFkK0Y/s1600-h/mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386521809404839938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SsDFC_B4SAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bT_bpfFkK0Y/s320/mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Next to Mexico by Jennifer Nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Outspoken, impulsive Lylice has skipped fifth grade, but she finds that getting along at Susan B. Anthony Middle School is more difficult than she expected, until she befriends another newcomer to sixth grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My Thoughts - As a teacher, I really liked Lylice (although I'm still not sure how to say her name!) and thought some of the situations she got into were totally unfair, but realistic. The story gave the reader a glimpse into the middle school type groups with the in kids and the out kids and showed that everyone has problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-1732441435369183530?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1732441435369183530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=1732441435369183530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1732441435369183530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1732441435369183530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-to-mexico.html' title='Next to Mexico'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SsDFC_B4SAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bT_bpfFkK0Y/s72-c/mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8255064181187941250</id><published>2009-09-28T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:07:55.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Little Witch Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SsDDLaFGFYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rw7CsiuKuag/s1600-h/witch+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386519755081782658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SsDDLaFGFYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rw7CsiuKuag/s320/witch+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Poor Little Witch Girl by Marie Desplechin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eleven-year-old Verbena thinks her hereditary witchcraft is a curse that will keep her from having a normal life and marriage one day, but her mother and grandmother, who help tell the story, are eager to start her training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My Thoughts - Verbena is certainly and interesting name! Having different narrators tell different parts of the story was nice because you got to see everyone's point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-8255064181187941250?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8255064181187941250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8255064181187941250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8255064181187941250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8255064181187941250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/poor-little-witch-girl.html' title='Poor Little Witch Girl'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SsDDLaFGFYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rw7CsiuKuag/s72-c/witch+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7570590506677594442</id><published>2009-09-25T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:01:55.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond Willow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sr0Tc7-9OKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4DXwt437GLU/s1600-h/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385482117263997090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sr0Tc7-9OKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4DXwt437GLU/s320/diamond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Diamond Willow by Helen Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Diamond Willow lives in a very remote town in Alaska and she loves helping her dad take care of their dog sled team. Willow is anxious for the day when she will be allowed to take the dog sled team out on her own. But tragedy strikes and Roxy, the prized lead dog, is severely injured. Can Willow do what it takes to save her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a great dog story! It was so interesting how the author wrote the story in the diamond shapes. I liked the parts where Willow's ancestors helped her. Everyone should read this book! It is a very fast read!&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/2996421951526489546-7570590506677594442?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7570590506677594442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7570590506677594442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7570590506677594442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7570590506677594442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/diamond-willow.html' title='Diamond Willow'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sr0Tc7-9OKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4DXwt437GLU/s72-c/diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3961322727962794191</id><published>2009-09-25T11:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:15:12.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Srz6WBac05I/AAAAAAAAAI8/r8Yb1nVUd0E/s1600-h/vibes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385454510671713170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Srz6WBac05I/AAAAAAAAAI8/r8Yb1nVUd0E/s320/vibes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Vibes by Amy Kathleen Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kristi hears other people's thoughts and it nearly drives her crazy! It started a couple of years ago when her dad left for Africa. It helps her avoid her mom, the surgeon who works all the time. But it also hurts to know that the hottest boy in school thinks she's sick and her former best friend, who is now a "mean girl", thinks she's a goth freak. But when Kristi's dad comes home and her new friendship with Mallory goes wrong, Kristi begins to question her abilities. Has she been wrong all along? Is she crazy? Or can she really read minds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My Thoughts-I liked Kristi a lot! She showed how easy it is to assume things about people. I liked her creative sewing! I wish I could see her creations in real life!&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/2996421951526489546-3961322727962794191?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3961322727962794191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3961322727962794191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3961322727962794191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3961322727962794191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/vibes.html' title='Vibes'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Srz6WBac05I/AAAAAAAAAI8/r8Yb1nVUd0E/s72-c/vibes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6701577739329788980</id><published>2009-09-23T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:04:31.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Luxe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SrpU_f24feI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W278X8Ad_zM/s1600-h/luxe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384709754335034850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SrpU_f24feI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W278X8Ad_zM/s320/luxe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Luxe by Anna Godbersen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In Manhattan in 1899, five teens of different social classes lead dangerously scandalous lives, despite the strict rules of society and the best-laid plans of parents and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a fun historical romance with a cliff-hanger ending!&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/2996421951526489546-6701577739329788980?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6701577739329788980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6701577739329788980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6701577739329788980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6701577739329788980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/luxe.html' title='The Luxe'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SrpU_f24feI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W278X8Ad_zM/s72-c/luxe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7688733854086285794</id><published>2009-09-14T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:21:46.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wintergirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sq5RW8d6rNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MwZQn6WOEww/s1600-h/wintergirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381328059384900818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sq5RW8d6rNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MwZQn6WOEww/s320/wintergirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lia and Cassie have been friends since they were little girls. When Lia learns of Cassie's death from an bulemia, it only strengthens her resolve to weigh less as she hides her own relapse of anorexia. Lia is obsessed with calories, exercise and her weight. She asserts an iron will over her thoughts of food and every bite that passes her lips, despite the pleas of her family. Lia vows to remain strong, even as she is haunted by Cassie's death. But can she survive at her goal weight? Does she even want to survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My Thoughts: This was another powerful story about eating disorders and how they impact the lives of many young women. It helped me understand a bit about how someone can starve themeselves to death as way to deal with the pain in their lives. &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/2996421951526489546-7688733854086285794?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7688733854086285794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7688733854086285794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7688733854086285794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7688733854086285794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/wintergirls.html' title='Wintergirls'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sq5RW8d6rNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MwZQn6WOEww/s72-c/wintergirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3384632272249016064</id><published>2009-09-14T07:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:11:46.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane in Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sq5PCAMgoTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2k0NSiCrJNg/s1600-h/jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381325500585124146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sq5PCAMgoTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2k0NSiCrJNg/s320/jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Jane in Bloom by Deborah Lytton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lizzie is the perfect older sister in the family and Jane lives in her shadow. Even on Jane's twelfth birthday, Lizzie captures the family's attention when her eating disorder spirals into a fatal end. It takes a camera, a puppy, a grandmother, and a boy to help Jane bloom into her own person in the midst of the grief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My Thoughts: This was a fabulously powerful story that made me cry more than once! I loved Jane and how she was able to deal with the loss of her sister Lizzie! A must read!&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/2996421951526489546-3384632272249016064?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3384632272249016064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3384632272249016064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3384632272249016064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3384632272249016064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/jane-in-bloom.html' title='Jane in Bloom'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sq5PCAMgoTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2k0NSiCrJNg/s72-c/jane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6449939001948373050</id><published>2009-09-11T15:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:45:40.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sqq2rx_j82I/AAAAAAAAAIc/_eGwjiicypI/s1600-h/somebody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380313568118043490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sqq2rx_j82I/AAAAAAAAAIc/_eGwjiicypI/s320/somebody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Somebody by Nancy Springer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She is tired of always moving, always getting a new name, always changing her hair color, never having any friends. She doesn't even know her real name or birthday anymore. Why does her Dad keep making them move? What is he hiding? One day she decides to find out and she goes to the library to search on the Internet. Will she be able to deal with what she finds? Whill she be able to get back to the person she is supposed to be? Will she be Somebody or nobody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My Thoughts: This was a quick fun read that pulled me in from the very first page! I had to see what she found out and what decision she made! If you liked The Face on the Milk Carton, you will love this book!&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/2996421951526489546-6449939001948373050?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6449939001948373050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6449939001948373050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6449939001948373050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6449939001948373050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/somebody.html' title='Somebody'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sqq2rx_j82I/AAAAAAAAAIc/_eGwjiicypI/s72-c/somebody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3170149684934194592</id><published>2009-09-04T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:41:50.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bull Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SqFfVkf6gLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CRFmyIgjvxw/s1600-h/bull+rider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377684254236508338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SqFfVkf6gLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CRFmyIgjvxw/s320/bull+rider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Bull Rider by Suzanne Morgan Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When his older brother, a bull-riding champion, returns from the Iraq War partially paralyzed, fourteen-year-old Cam takes a break from skateboarding to enter a bull-riding contest, in hopes of winning the $15,000 prize and motivating his depressed brother to continue with his rehabilitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a great story that had me turning the page to the very end! (In fact, I was really tempted to peak and make sure things turned out ok!) I think that boys will really like this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-3170149684934194592?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3170149684934194592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3170149684934194592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3170149684934194592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3170149684934194592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/bull-rider.html' title='Bull Rider'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SqFfVkf6gLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CRFmyIgjvxw/s72-c/bull+rider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4300842099684547110</id><published>2009-09-04T13:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:59:59.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Along for the Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SqFewOZ84ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5ochqFT6h2c/s1600-h/along+for+the+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377683612650758546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SqFewOZ84ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5ochqFT6h2c/s320/along+for+the+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Along for the Ride by Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Auden gets a chance to recapture the carefree teen life she missed while her parents were going through a divorce when she goes to spend the summer with her dad and his new family in a charming beach town and meets fellow insomniac Eli, an intriguing loner fighting demons of his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - I loved this book! It made me laugh! It made me cry! I thought that Sarah Dessen did a great job of showing how confused Auden was at times when there was disagreement amoung the characters. I liked Auden's courage! That was the best! She showed the reader that it really is ok to take risks in life and to just take things one step at a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-4300842099684547110?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4300842099684547110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4300842099684547110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4300842099684547110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4300842099684547110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/09/along-for-ride.html' title='Along for the Ride'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SqFewOZ84ZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5ochqFT6h2c/s72-c/along+for+the+ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-782748696739209084</id><published>2009-08-17T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:59:39.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Case of the Missing Marquess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SomohoqCWuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wXCVzf3q4zY/s1600-h/enola.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371009326418909922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SomohoqCWuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wXCVzf3q4zY/s320/enola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Case of the Missing Marquess: An Enola Holmes Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Enola Holmes, much younger sister of detective Sherlock Holmes, must travel to London in disguise to unravel the disappearance of her missing mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;My Thoughts: This is the first of a series of mysteries. It is a great start to a story that could continue for quite awhile! If you like codes, this story will excite you as you see how Enola solves a series of puzzles and codes to try and find her mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-782748696739209084?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/782748696739209084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=782748696739209084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/782748696739209084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/782748696739209084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/case-of-missing-marquess.html' title='The Case of the Missing Marquess'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SomohoqCWuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wXCVzf3q4zY/s72-c/enola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8274387556851661187</id><published>2009-08-17T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:53:26.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetheart of Prosper County</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SomnGMMzDhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EDSbLWXMbmI/s1600-h/sweetheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371007755411983890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SomnGMMzDhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EDSbLWXMbmI/s320/sweetheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Sweetheart of Prosper County by Jill Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In a small East Texas town largely ruled by prejudices and bullies, fourteen-year-old Austin sets out to win a ride in the next parade and, in the process, grows in her understanding of friendship and helps her widowed mother through her mourning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Thoughts: I wanted a rooster after reading this story! Austin's story is funny and interesting and I couldn't wait to read more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-8274387556851661187?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8274387556851661187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8274387556851661187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8274387556851661187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8274387556851661187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetheart-of-prosper-county.html' title='The Sweetheart of Prosper County'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SomnGMMzDhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EDSbLWXMbmI/s72-c/sweetheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5688967799496412738</id><published>2009-08-17T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:50:46.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Also Known as Harper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SommaSVLCQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WO8-GCnpj5M/s1600-h/harper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371007001143478530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SommaSVLCQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WO8-GCnpj5M/s320/harper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Also Known as Harper by Ann Haywood Leal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Writing poetry helps fifth-grader Harper Lee Morgan cope with her father's absence, being evicted, and having to skip school to care for her brother while their mother works, and things look even brighter after she befriends a mute girl and a kindly disabled woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - Harper was an endearing character that showed so much strength! I really enjoyed getting to know her! Her story is amazing to me because I don't know how I would handle her life situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-5688967799496412738?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5688967799496412738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5688967799496412738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5688967799496412738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5688967799496412738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/also-known-as-harper.html' title='Also Known as Harper'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SommaSVLCQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WO8-GCnpj5M/s72-c/harper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7119681848965095351</id><published>2009-08-12T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:13:54.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck it Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMwZLcOofI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xU3MA0Rc-dg/s1600-h/suck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369188389881815538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMwZLcOofI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xU3MA0Rc-dg/s320/suck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suck it Up! by Brian Meehl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After graduating from the International Vampire Leage, a scrawny teenaged vampire named Morning is given the chance to fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a superhero when he embarks on a League mission to become the first vampire to reveal his identity to humans and to demonstrate how peacefully-evolved, blood-substitute-drinking vampires can use their powers to help humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Thoughts - I liked this vampire story that wasn't anything like Twilight! It was funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-7119681848965095351?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7119681848965095351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7119681848965095351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7119681848965095351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7119681848965095351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/suck-it-up.html' title='Suck it Up!'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMwZLcOofI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xU3MA0Rc-dg/s72-c/suck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6643485525336087843</id><published>2009-08-12T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:07:26.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Nikki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMu9GSEW1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jNQIesEyd_I/s1600-h/being+nikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369186807949056850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMu9GSEW1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jNQIesEyd_I/s320/being+nikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Being Nikki by Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Studious, socially conscious Emerson Watts learns startling news about the family of Nikki Howard, the teen supermodel into whose body Emerson's brain was transplanted by the nefarious Stark corporation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My Thoughts - I liked this book almost as much as I liked Airhead! Meg Cabot did a great job of showing the struggles Em has trying to be supermodel Nikki Howard. There was some heartbreak in the story and a teaser at the end for the next book in the series: Runaway, to be published in May of 2010! So long to wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-6643485525336087843?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6643485525336087843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6643485525336087843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6643485525336087843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6643485525336087843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-nikki.html' title='Being Nikki'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMu9GSEW1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jNQIesEyd_I/s72-c/being+nikki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8270674921107108051</id><published>2009-08-12T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:03:51.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If a Tree Falls at Lunch Period</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMuJboE1II/AAAAAAAAAHU/tzfTWACnPh8/s1600-h/if+a+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369185920325309570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMuJboE1II/AAAAAAAAAHU/tzfTWACnPh8/s320/if+a+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;If a Tree Falls at Lunch Period by Gennifer Choldenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Kirsten and Walk, seventh-graders at an elite private school, alternate telling how race, wealth, weight, and other issues shape their relationships as they and other misfits stand up to a mean but influential classmate, even as they are uncovering a long-kept secret about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My Thoughts - This wasn't what I expected! It had a surprise mystery to solve as Kirsten and Walk see how their lives are connected. I listened to this book on CD and really enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-8270674921107108051?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8270674921107108051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8270674921107108051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8270674921107108051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8270674921107108051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-tree-falls-at-lunch-period.html' title='If a Tree Falls at Lunch Period'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMuJboE1II/AAAAAAAAAHU/tzfTWACnPh8/s72-c/if+a+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2752084755474091289</id><published>2009-08-12T15:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:59:45.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMtJj3D_1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CCO1jX9SDt0/s1600-h/emma+jean.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369184823024025426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMtJj3D_1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CCO1jX9SDt0/s320/emma+jean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree by Lauren Tarshis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;A quirky and utterly logical seventh-grade girl named Emma-Jean Lazarus discovers some interesting results when she gets involved in the messy everyday problems of her peers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;My Thoughts - I loved Emma-Jean! She has such a wonderful heart and she certainly means well. I laughed at her plans to help people! I actually listened to this book on CD. The narrator was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-2752084755474091289?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2752084755474091289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2752084755474091289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2752084755474091289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2752084755474091289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/08/emma-jean-lazarus-fell-out-of-tree.html' title='Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SoMtJj3D_1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/CCO1jX9SDt0/s72-c/emma+jean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7147733605122366747</id><published>2009-07-24T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:49:04.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead and the Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Smm7w3nOVEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qRTCMedxlOU/s1600-h/deand+and+gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362023279597868098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Smm7w3nOVEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qRTCMedxlOU/s320/deand+and+gone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Dead and the Gone by Susan Beth Pfeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;After a meteor hits the moon and sets off a series of horrific climate changes, seventeen-year-old Alex Morales must take care of his sisters alone in the chaos of New York City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a gripping, tradgic story! It was frightening in that the reader began to wonder if this was possible and how would people really survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you like this title read Life as We Knew It also by Susan Beth Pfeffer. It is the story of the same event from the point of view of someone living in a rural community!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-7147733605122366747?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7147733605122366747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7147733605122366747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7147733605122366747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7147733605122366747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-and-gone.html' title='The Dead and the Gone'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Smm7w3nOVEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qRTCMedxlOU/s72-c/deand+and+gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6543771713985712847</id><published>2009-07-22T11:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:46:30.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of My Hollywood Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmdCQn8UTPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RDH8rCciOBg/s1600-h/Secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361326734775176434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmdCQn8UTPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RDH8rCciOBg/s320/Secrets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Secrets of My Hollywood Life by Jen Calonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kaitlin Burke is a Hollywood star! She has a starring role in a weekly tv show and a blooming movie career. But all she wants is to experience life as a normal teenager. Is that even possible with her famous face? Kaitlin and her best friend Liz hatch a plan for Kaitlin to have that normal teenage life. She will enroll in Clark Hall, the high school Liz attends, in disguise! Will anyone believe that mousy Rachel Rogers isn't really Kaitlin Burke? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you like this book, try the others in the Secrets of My Hollywood Life series: &lt;em&gt;On Location, Family Affairs and Paparazzi Princess&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a great story about Hollywood and high school! If you liked Meg Cabot's &lt;em&gt;Airhead&lt;/em&gt; you will love this series!&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/2996421951526489546-6543771713985712847?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6543771713985712847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6543771713985712847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6543771713985712847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6543771713985712847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/secrets-of-my-hollywood-life.html' title='Secrets of My Hollywood Life'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmdCQn8UTPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RDH8rCciOBg/s72-c/Secrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4869487604653684836</id><published>2009-07-21T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:42:26.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranger's Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmYL8DWrrjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/noRIthbfzrQ/s1600-h/Ranger%27s+apprentice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360985532751654450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmYL8DWrrjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/noRIthbfzrQ/s320/Ranger%27s+apprentice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ranger's Apprentice: Book One - The Ruins of Gorlan by John Flanagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;When fifteen-year-old Will is rejected by battleschool, he becomes the reluctant apprentice to the mysterious Ranger Halt, and winds up protecting the kingdom from danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a great adventure story! I loved getting to know Will and seeing his special talents develop. This is just the first in a series, so look for the other stories to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-4869487604653684836?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4869487604653684836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4869487604653684836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4869487604653684836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4869487604653684836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/rangers-apprentice.html' title='Ranger&apos;s Apprentice'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmYL8DWrrjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/noRIthbfzrQ/s72-c/Ranger%27s+apprentice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5879208802763069600</id><published>2009-07-20T13:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:21:08.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmS1NlMddNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-oQiBgeDtw/s1600-h/unwind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360608701405033682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmS1NlMddNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-oQiBgeDtw/s320/unwind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Unwind by Neal Shusterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;In a future world where those between the ages of thirteen and eighteen can have their lives "unwound" and their body parts harvested for use by others, three teens go to extreme lengths to uphold their beliefs--and perhaps, save their own lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;My Thoughts - Great book! I couldn't put it down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-5879208802763069600?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5879208802763069600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5879208802763069600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5879208802763069600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5879208802763069600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/unwind.html' title='Unwind'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmS1NlMddNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-oQiBgeDtw/s72-c/unwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6221657965415223829</id><published>2009-07-17T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:48:05.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Dared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmDHUINJbaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8P2n7uaA4dk/s1600-h/boy+who+dared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359502705184828834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmDHUINJbaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8P2n7uaA4dk/s320/boy+who+dared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Boy Who Dared by Susan Campbell Bartoletti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In October 1942, seventeen-year-old Helmuth Hubener, imprisioned for distributing anti-Nazi leaflets, recalls his past life and how he came to dedicate himself to bring the truth about Hitler and the war to the German people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Thougts - A powerful story that makes me think about bravery, what it means to stand up for the truth and what it can cost. Read this book with &lt;em&gt;Hitler Youth: Growing up in Hitler's Shadow&lt;/em&gt;, also by Susan Campbell Bartoletti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-6221657965415223829?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6221657965415223829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6221657965415223829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6221657965415223829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6221657965415223829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-who-dared.html' title='The Boy Who Dared'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmDHUINJbaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8P2n7uaA4dk/s72-c/boy+who+dared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5914609725436208165</id><published>2009-07-17T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:13:17.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Compound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmCi851h5YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EG4mmIoQvCQ/s1600-h/compound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359462723772081538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmCi851h5YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EG4mmIoQvCQ/s320/compound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The Compound by S.A. Bodeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fifteen-year-old Eli, locked inside a radiation-proof compound built by his father to keep them safe following a nuclear attack, begins to question his future, as well as his father's grip on sanity as the family's situation steadily disintegrates over the course of six years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-5914609725436208165?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5914609725436208165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5914609725436208165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5914609725436208165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5914609725436208165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/compound.html' title='The Compound'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SmCi851h5YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EG4mmIoQvCQ/s72-c/compound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-214441559041646728</id><published>2009-07-16T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:17:34.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rag and Bone Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sl9SiEEzHDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_JcQO-296-Q/s1600-h/Rag.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359092826757078066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sl9SiEEzHDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_JcQO-296-Q/s320/Rag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Rag and Bone Shop by Robert Cormier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could you confess to something you didn't do? Could somebody make you admit that you did something horrible even if it wasn't true? Jason learns one day that little Alicia was murdered one hot summer afternoon. He was the last person to see Alicia alive...except for the killer. The police want his help to find the murderer or do they? Do they think Jason killed Alicia because he was the last one to see her alive?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jason knows he didn't hurt Alicia, but can the interogator get him to confess?  &lt;/span&gt;&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/2996421951526489546-214441559041646728?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/214441559041646728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=214441559041646728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/214441559041646728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/214441559041646728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/rag-and-bone-shop.html' title='The Rag and Bone Shop'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sl9SiEEzHDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_JcQO-296-Q/s72-c/Rag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3453548259783123713</id><published>2009-07-16T08:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:45:43.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graveyard Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sl8upHKeZnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xgt4VNinswU/s1600-h/Graveyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359053365426677362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sl8upHKeZnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xgt4VNinswU/s320/Graveyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It all begins with the murder of a family, except that a little toddler escapes. He walks off into the night and into a graveyard. A ghostly couple take him as their own son to raise and he is given the Freedom of the Graveyard by all of its inhabitants. He becomes Nobody Owens, Bod for short and grows up surrounded by ghosts and other denizens having many a hair-raising adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-3453548259783123713?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3453548259783123713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3453548259783123713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3453548259783123713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3453548259783123713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/graveyard-book.html' title='The Graveyard Book'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sl8upHKeZnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xgt4VNinswU/s72-c/Graveyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5350958147260210601</id><published>2009-07-14T12:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:26:10.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graceling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sly_b8qG1aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/17wWNWjpXl4/s1600-h/Graceling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358368143524156834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sly_b8qG1aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/17wWNWjpXl4/s320/Graceling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Graceling by Kristin Cashore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In a world where some people are born with extreme and often-feared skills called Graces, Katsa struggles for redemption from her own horrifying Grace of killing and teams up with another young fighter to save their land from a corrupt king. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My Thoughts - This book was fabulous!!! I loved the adventure and suspense! I loved how Katsa discovers the power of her Grace and how to be her own person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-5350958147260210601?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5350958147260210601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5350958147260210601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5350958147260210601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5350958147260210601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/graceling.html' title='Graceling'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sly_b8qG1aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/17wWNWjpXl4/s72-c/Graceling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4786993605553810238</id><published>2009-07-14T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:22:45.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakup Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sly-tXdelDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4v3mgSZYWwo/s1600-h/Breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358367343265092658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sly-tXdelDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4v3mgSZYWwo/s320/Breakup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Breakup Bible by Melissa Kantor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After a breakup with her boyfriend, school newspaper features editor Jen Lewis receives a book from her grandmother that provides basic commandments for getting over an ex and sets out to recover from the loss of the romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a great story about getting over a boyfriend and a breakup with lots of funny moments thrown in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-4786993605553810238?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4786993605553810238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4786993605553810238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4786993605553810238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4786993605553810238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/breakup-bible.html' title='The Breakup Bible'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sly-tXdelDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4v3mgSZYWwo/s72-c/Breakup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8807801196547778161</id><published>2009-07-13T13:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:15:04.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suite Scarlett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Slt5jQ_45jI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Mxl629PHIM8/s1600-h/Suite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358009828452656690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Slt5jQ_45jI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Mxl629PHIM8/s320/Suite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suite Scarlett by Maureen Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scarlett Martin lives with her mother, father, brother and two sisters at the Hopewell, a small family owned hotel in New York City. On her fifteenth birthday she receives a special gift that is part of the family's tradition: a key to the Empire Suite and a job. Scarlett is in charge of the Empire Suite and is responsible for serving any guest who stays in the grand old suite. When Mrs. Amberson arrives, life picks up for Scarlett who has been left in the city while all of her school friends pursue jobs outside of the city for the summer. Mrs. Amberson appropriates Scarlett as her personal assistant and so begins the wild ride that is Scarlett's fifteenth summer complete with a-far-off-Broadway production starring her brother, a financial crisis and a possible boyfriend. What could go wrong?&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/2996421951526489546-8807801196547778161?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8807801196547778161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8807801196547778161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8807801196547778161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8807801196547778161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/suite-scarlett.html' title='Suite Scarlett'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Slt5jQ_45jI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Mxl629PHIM8/s72-c/Suite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-490038940617027550</id><published>2009-07-06T14:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:07:08.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Artichoke's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJLAtb7dqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JU6dAsTZEAk/s1600-h/artichocke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355425382465762978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJLAtb7dqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JU6dAsTZEAk/s320/artichocke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artichoke's Heart by Suzanne Supplee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When she is almost sixteen years old, Rosemary decides she is sick of being overweight, mocked at school and at Heavenly Hair--her mother's beauty salon--and feeling out of control, and as she slowly loses weight, she realizes that she is able to cope with her mother's cancer, having a boyfriend for the first time, and discovering that other people's lives are not as perfect as they seem from the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - Rosemary is wonderful! She will stay with me for awhile! I liked the way she learned how to handle her problems throughout the story. She taught me some things too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-490038940617027550?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/490038940617027550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=490038940617027550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/490038940617027550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/490038940617027550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/artichokes-heart.html' title='Artichoke&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJLAtb7dqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JU6dAsTZEAk/s72-c/artichocke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2930024018043507288</id><published>2009-07-06T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:06:30.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North of Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJI-QL6PwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eaOytbSs_j4/s1600-h/north.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355423141230952194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJI-QL6PwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eaOytbSs_j4/s320/north.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;North of Beautiful by Justina Chen Headley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Terra, a sensitive, artistic high school senior born with a port-wine stain, struggles with issues of inner and outer beauty with the help of her Goth friend Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a powerful story that challenged me to think about what it means to be yourself, what makes something beautiful and how to deal with the hard things in life. There were some characters in the story that I hated and some that I loved dearly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2930024018043507288?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2930024018043507288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2930024018043507288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2930024018043507288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2930024018043507288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/north-of-beautiful.html' title='North of Beautiful'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJI-QL6PwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/eaOytbSs_j4/s72-c/north.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2084687245620003782</id><published>2009-07-06T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:53:29.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead is the New Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJHnP_-TLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uFoLOPk_TIU/s1600-h/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355421646532267186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJHnP_-TLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uFoLOPk_TIU/s320/dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dead is the New Black by Marlene Perez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;While dealing with her first boyfriend and suddenly being pressed into service as a substitute cheerleader, sixteen-year-old Daisy Giordano, daughter and sister of psychics but herself a "normal", attempts to help her mother discover who is behind a series of bizarre attacks on teenage tirls in their little town of Nightshade, California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My Thoughts - This was a fun, quick read!  I liked Daisy!  This is the first of a series so look for more titles: Dead is a State of Mind and Dead is so Last Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-2084687245620003782?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2084687245620003782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2084687245620003782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2084687245620003782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2084687245620003782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-is-new-black.html' title='Dead is the New Black'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SlJHnP_-TLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uFoLOPk_TIU/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-792335965206572961</id><published>2009-06-30T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:11:33.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva's Book Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://evasbookaddiction.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eva's Book Addiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-792335965206572961?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/792335965206572961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=792335965206572961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/792335965206572961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/792335965206572961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/eva-book-addiction.html' title='Eva&amp;#39;s Book Addiction'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5034359387579382736</id><published>2009-05-01T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:59:21.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Shop for Rent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftUeu_CVSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UPL9rhPaw_0/s1600-h/beauty+shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330947470908347682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftUeu_CVSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UPL9rhPaw_0/s320/beauty+shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beauty Shop for Rent by Laura Bowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Abbey Garner lives with her great grandmother, Granny Po. She is driven by a goal - to be earn a million dollars by the time she is thirty-five. Abbey is determined not to make the same mistakes the women of her family have made, like having a baby at sixteen. She is well on her way to reaching her goal, with her work at Granny Po's beauty shop. Granny Po hopes to retire and slow down one day so she has a sign out front "Beauty Shop for Rent ...fully equipped, inquire within". The sign has been there for years! Abbey's life begins to change when somebody knocks on the door and wants to rent the shop. Will Abbey get to keep her job? Then something bigger happens - Abbey's mom shows up! She dropped Abbey off at Granny Po's four years ago saying she would be back to get Abbey soon. Now she is back and she has a plan for Abbey to come and live with her. But what will this plan cost Abbey? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thoughts: I loved this book! I loved Abbey, Granny Po, the Gray Widows, and Gena! And I loved the lesson Abbey learned about family! &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/2996421951526489546-5034359387579382736?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5034359387579382736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5034359387579382736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5034359387579382736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5034359387579382736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-shop-for-rent.html' title='Beauty Shop for Rent'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftUeu_CVSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UPL9rhPaw_0/s72-c/beauty+shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2607128477799129312</id><published>2009-05-01T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:22:23.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftLkYtBRbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LbSUFlCBJBY/s1600-h/Maybe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330937672401765810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftLkYtBRbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LbSUFlCBJBY/s320/Maybe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Absolutely Maybe by Lisa Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Maybelline "Maybe" Chestnut is not a beauty queen! And it drives her alcoholic mom crazy! Her mom is a former beauty queen who runs a charm school for aspiring beauty queens and is constantly trying to beautify Maybe, who resists all efforts. Maybe's mom throws out a surprise one morning before school that gets Maybe thinking of her birth father. Maybe doesn't even know his name! But a few days later, after her mom's surprise announcement that she is getting married again for the seventh time, Maybe decides to go find her dad. She leaves Florida and sets out on a cross country to Los Angeleswith her friends Hollywood and Ted. Maybe is determined to find her dad and get some stability and normality in her life. She risks everything even being homeless to get it. What will she find in Los Angeles?  Who knows but she is going to have an adventure every step of the way!  From dying her hair with Kool-Aid in the Burger King bathroom, to camping out every night in a college dorm lobby, to getting a job on a taco truck, the adventure is always something else!&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/2996421951526489546-2607128477799129312?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2607128477799129312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2607128477799129312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2607128477799129312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2607128477799129312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/05/absolutely-maybe.html' title='Absolutely Maybe'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftLkYtBRbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LbSUFlCBJBY/s72-c/Maybe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-3541550185009290793</id><published>2009-05-01T14:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:13:23.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftI8B6ApzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vjUTnAsyR4Y/s1600-h/Lucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330934780064212786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftI8B6ApzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vjUTnAsyR4Y/s320/Lucky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lucky by Rachel Vail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is the first book in a trilogy about the Avery sisters. This book is Phoebe's story. It is the end of her eighth grade year, and Phoebe and her small group of friends are busy planning their fabulous graduation party! It is going to be the party of the year! The whole school is buzzing about it. But Phoebe's life changes drastically one day when she comes home and finds her mom home unexpectedly early. Her mom's job is in danger and that means that Phoebe's whole existence may change. Will her family loose their big, beautiful house? Their maid? Her mom's Porsche? Will Phoebe have to cancel her graduation party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Phoebe has to find out what is important in life and fast!&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/2996421951526489546-3541550185009290793?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3541550185009290793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=3541550185009290793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3541550185009290793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/3541550185009290793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftI8B6ApzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vjUTnAsyR4Y/s72-c/Lucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2564872023641818259</id><published>2009-05-01T13:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:04:25.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adoration of Jenna Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftG_r4Wx2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Mctezb2I-g/s1600-h/Jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330932643847915362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftG_r4Wx2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Mctezb2I-g/s320/Jenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. Pearson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;In the not-too-distant future, where biotechnological advances have made synthetic bodies and brains possible but illegal, a seventeen-year-old girl, recovering from a serious accident and suffering from memory lapses, learns a startling secret about her existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Thoughts - I liked the way this book was written with flashbacks and poetry that reads like journal entries. The story of Jenna raises the question about what the essence of a person is and what is necessary for a person to exist in a body. The author kept me reading to the very end! I was actually tempted to turn to the end to see how things turned out more than once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-2564872023641818259?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2564872023641818259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2564872023641818259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2564872023641818259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2564872023641818259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/05/adoration-of-jenna-fox.html' title='The Adoration of Jenna Fox'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SftG_r4Wx2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_Mctezb2I-g/s72-c/Jenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7939974228199022634</id><published>2009-04-27T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:01:37.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYcp8KFASI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w3NenhCpYcE/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329478715888173346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYcp8KFASI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w3NenhCpYcE/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hannah Baker is gone. She committed suicide, but nodoby is sure why. When Clay Jensen comes home to find a package addressed to him on his front steps. It contains 7 audio tapes recorded by Hannah Baker. She left these 7 tapes to explain to 13 people how they are each one of the reasons why she decided to end her life. In one night, Hannah's voice leads Clay around town narrating a painful journey back in time over their high school years, explaining how each of these 13 people impacted her life, many in ways that they wouldn't realize until it was too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thoughts - This was a powerful, gripping story! It made me think of how what we may see as small incidents in life may actually be momentous to others. This is a book that once you have read it, you will never be the same!&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/2996421951526489546-7939974228199022634?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7939974228199022634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7939974228199022634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7939974228199022634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7939974228199022634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/04/thirteen-reasons-why.html' title='Thirteen Reasons Why'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYcp8KFASI/AAAAAAAAAE0/w3NenhCpYcE/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5674715766563392498</id><published>2009-04-27T15:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:50:07.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYaPQGp7uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p1ISYwiw4sk/s1600-h/peeled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329476058362801890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYaPQGp7uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p1ISYwiw4sk/s320/peeled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peeled by Joan Bauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hildy Biddle, a passionate reporter for her high school newspaper, lives in the small apple farming town of Banesville, New York. There are some pretty spooky things going on around town with a new psychic moving in and a ghost lurking around an old mansion. Hildy uses her journalism skills to try to get to the bottom of things, but that is a difficult mission. The truth is being distorted and suppressed by various people in town. Will Hildy be able to bring the truth to light before it is too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A light, fun, quick read!&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/2996421951526489546-5674715766563392498?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5674715766563392498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5674715766563392498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5674715766563392498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5674715766563392498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/04/peeled.html' title='Peeled'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYaPQGp7uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p1ISYwiw4sk/s72-c/peeled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8812732920212577963</id><published>2009-04-27T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:41:13.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Possibilities of Sainthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYYXzy7XzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u1ke7vL8K_4/s1600-h/Saint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329474006359433010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYYXzy7XzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u1ke7vL8K_4/s320/Saint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Possibilities of Sainthood by Donna Freitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;While regularly petitioning the Vatican to make her the first living saint, fifteen-year-old Antonia Labella prays to assorted patron saints for everything from help preparing the family's fig trees for a Rhode Island winter to getting her first kiss from the right boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Thoughts - A first kiss is important! How will Antonia know who the right boy is for this special kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;* Summary taken from the CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-8812732920212577963?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8812732920212577963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8812732920212577963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8812732920212577963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8812732920212577963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/04/possibilities-of-sainthood.html' title='The Possibilities of Sainthood'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYYXzy7XzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/u1ke7vL8K_4/s72-c/Saint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-1533009775759707153</id><published>2009-04-27T15:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:35:13.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYW0p_ABMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gc1LjKAJ7Vg/s1600-h/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329472302918665410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYW0p_ABMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gc1LjKAJ7Vg/s320/Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover by Ally Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cammie is ending her summer before her junior year with a visit to her friend Macey in Boston, who is on the campaign trail with her father. The visit takes a terrifying turn when Cammie and Macey are nearly abducted from the roof of a hotel. Something is up, but Cammie can't quite figure it out and nobody is trying to help her either. The school year begins and Macey comes returns to the Gallagher Academy with a Secret Service body guard in tow! Cammie and the rest of the girls set themselves up as Macey's bodyguards on the campaign trial because someone really is after her! But who? Can Cammie, Bex and Liz keep Macey safe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This third book in the Gallagher Girls series is a fast, fun read!&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/2996421951526489546-1533009775759707153?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1533009775759707153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=1533009775759707153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1533009775759707153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1533009775759707153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-judge-girl-by-her-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge a Girl by Her Cover'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SfYW0p_ABMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gc1LjKAJ7Vg/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7726017088835027240</id><published>2009-03-10T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:08:42.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not to Be Popular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbby81OrrGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1IV57hkVdi8/s1600-h/Popular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311699937424813154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbby81OrrGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1IV57hkVdi8/s320/Popular.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How Not to be Popular by Jennifer Ziegler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Seventeen-year-old Sugar Magnolia Dempsey is tired of being dragged all accross the United States by her hippie parents! Every few months she has to move to a new place and a new school. She has to leave all of her new friends who quickly forget her each time. Now Maggie is on her way to Austin, Texas. Her boyfriend has just broken up with her via text message! She can't take it anymore this making friends and trying to fit in, just to pack up and leave again in four months! So Maggie comes up with a plan! She will not be popular! She sets out to do everything she can to prove she is a supreme dork - carrying a Star Trek backpack and lunch box, wearing the weirdest clothes from the thrift shop where her dad works, and shunning all of the popular kids. Will her plan work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This is a laugh-out-loud funny story about being the new kid at school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jennifer Ziegler will be visiting Stafford Middle School in the fall of 2009!&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/2996421951526489546-7726017088835027240?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7726017088835027240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7726017088835027240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7726017088835027240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7726017088835027240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-not-to-be-popular.html' title='How Not to Be Popular'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbby81OrrGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1IV57hkVdi8/s72-c/Popular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-465462157057337550</id><published>2009-03-10T17:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:41:32.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Escaping into the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbbve-_yH-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Jr2nAlFGmgw/s1600-h/Escaping.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311696126115717090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbbve-_yH-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Jr2nAlFGmgw/s320/Escaping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Escaping into the Night by D. Dina Friedman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thirteen-year-old Halina Rudowski narrowly escapes the Polish ghetto and flees to the forest, where she is taken in by an encampment of Jews trying to survive World War II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is a great but little known story of how some of the Jews survived the Holocaust by escaping into the forest and living in small groups away from the Nazi soldiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Summary taken from the CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-465462157057337550?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/465462157057337550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=465462157057337550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/465462157057337550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/465462157057337550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/escaping-into-night.html' title='Escaping into the Night'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbbve-_yH-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Jr2nAlFGmgw/s72-c/Escaping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-5048839211893047115</id><published>2009-03-10T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:40:09.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness Over Denmark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SbbsIWPPegI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-NGM91l8zlg/s1600-h/Denmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311692438682696194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SbbsIWPPegI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-NGM91l8zlg/s320/Denmark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Darkness Over Denmark: The Danish Resistance and the Rescue of the Jews by Ellen Levine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This non-fiction book is the true account of the Danish Resistance to the Nazi's during World War II. The stories of the many people who worked and risked their own lives to save their friends and neighbors is told. The true story is captivating! If you liked this book, try "Number the Stars" by Lois Lowry.&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/2996421951526489546-5048839211893047115?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5048839211893047115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=5048839211893047115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5048839211893047115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/5048839211893047115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/darkness-over-denmark.html' title='Darkness Over Denmark'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SbbsIWPPegI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-NGM91l8zlg/s72-c/Denmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6238299421281678771</id><published>2009-03-10T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:34:03.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Number the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbbqxu-nRPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QeM4-WkFxRo/s1600-h/Stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311690950675219698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbbqxu-nRPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QeM4-WkFxRo/s320/Stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Number the Stars by Lois Lowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;When the Nazi's occupy Denmark, life slowly changes for Annemarie and her Jewish friends. People are grim and life is not as happy. When the Nazi's plans to round up the Jews is discovered, Annemarie wonders if she has the courage and bravery to do what she can to help her friends escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;This story is based on real life events and the Danish people who resisted Nazi rule in their country during World War II. If you like this book, try "Darkness Over Denmark" by Ellen Levine. It tells the true stories of the real people of the Danish Resistance.&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/2996421951526489546-6238299421281678771?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6238299421281678771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6238299421281678771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6238299421281678771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6238299421281678771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/number-stars.html' title='Number the Stars'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/Sbbqxu-nRPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QeM4-WkFxRo/s72-c/Stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-1263177172332355624</id><published>2009-03-10T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:24:59.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death by Bikini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SbbofhP8QlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3AtYmRsouLw/s1600-h/Bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311688438728901202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SbbofhP8QlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3AtYmRsouLw/s320/Bikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death by Bikini by Linda Gerber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sixteen-year-old Aphra Behn Connolly has much to investigate at the secluded island resort she and her father run! Who killed the rock star's girlfriend on the beach? Why has her dad allowed a mysterious family to stay at the resort with no reservation or notice of their arrival? What about their good looking son? What is he hiding? How do they know Aphra's mom who left four years ago? This mystery has lots of suspense and danger to keep you reading! Look for the next book "Death by Latte"!&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/2996421951526489546-1263177172332355624?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1263177172332355624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=1263177172332355624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1263177172332355624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1263177172332355624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/03/death-by-bikini.html' title='Death by Bikini'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SbbofhP8QlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3AtYmRsouLw/s72-c/Bikini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-792954165025296378</id><published>2009-01-16T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:03:51.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDn43UJrPI/AAAAAAAAADs/5ce3LiwjRLA/s1600-h/georgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291984526267493618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDn43UJrPI/AAAAAAAAADs/5ce3LiwjRLA/s320/georgia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pieces of Georgia by Jen Bryant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Georgia is a thirteen-year-old budding artist who loves to draw and has lots of time everyday to fill her tablets of drawing paper. Her dad works long hours in construction and her mom died a few years ago, something that still causes Georgia pain. She has to go talk to the counselor at school about her mom's death, something she hates! The one thing that the counselor does do that is helpful is encourage Georgia to keep a journal. In her journal, Georgia ends up writing letters to her mom. New things come into Georgia's life, like Tiffany the new girl who moved into the large house down the way from Georgia's little trailer. And one day an anonymous gift membership to an art museum arrives in the mail that opens up a whole new world of art for Georgia!&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/2996421951526489546-792954165025296378?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/792954165025296378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=792954165025296378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/792954165025296378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/792954165025296378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/pieces-of-georgia.html' title='Pieces of Georgia'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDn43UJrPI/AAAAAAAAADs/5ce3LiwjRLA/s72-c/georgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-20804360067485265</id><published>2009-01-16T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:39:26.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Henson: Quest for the North Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDiENia5NI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q_tki0c8d90/s1600-h/henson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291978124141716690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDiENia5NI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q_tki0c8d90/s320/henson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew Henson: Quest for the North Pole by Kathleen Olmstead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is a biography of Matthew Henson, an African-American who accompanied Admiral Robert E. Peary on his many expeditions to the Arctic. Henson was there when Admiral Peary reached the North Pole. This book traces Henson's life from childhood past his death in 1955 to his legacy as an arctic explorer who reached the top of the world. A fabulous and fast read!&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/2996421951526489546-20804360067485265?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/20804360067485265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=20804360067485265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/20804360067485265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/20804360067485265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/matthew-henson-quest-for-north-pole.html' title='Matthew Henson: Quest for the North Pole'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDiENia5NI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q_tki0c8d90/s72-c/henson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8545723146832753832</id><published>2009-01-16T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:32:06.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDgcSM54zI/AAAAAAAAADc/0bvQdhs0nsA/s1600-h/found.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291976338687255346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDgcSM54zI/AAAAAAAAADc/0bvQdhs0nsA/s320/found.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Missing: Book 1 Found by Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thirteen years ago a plane suddenly appeared at the gate at the airport. It wasn't scheduled to be there and nobody knew where it had come from and where it was going. When the brand new gate agent went to investigate, she found a baby in every seat and nobody else. Today Jonah is getting strange letters in the mail telling him he is one of the missing. Then his new friend Chip starts receiving the same letters. What is going on? Who is coming for these boys? Are they really in danger? Does it have anything to do with Jonah's adoption thirteen years earlier? Jonah, Chip and Katherine, Jonah's younger sister, start to investigate but what they uncover could change the course of time forever!&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/2996421951526489546-8545723146832753832?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8545723146832753832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8545723146832753832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8545723146832753832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8545723146832753832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDgcSM54zI/AAAAAAAAADc/0bvQdhs0nsA/s72-c/found.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2204277437549761424</id><published>2009-01-16T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:24:27.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Q. Book One: Independence Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDe5O1235I/AAAAAAAAADU/n0QD8JYh_v4/s1600-h/IQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291974636978233234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDe5O1235I/AAAAAAAAADU/n0QD8JYh_v4/s320/IQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDeYJDLZeI/AAAAAAAAADM/UlcyKZM4jyk/s1600-h/IQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.Q. Book One: Independence Hall by Roland Smith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Q - short for Quest - is beginning a new chapter in his life and it is a thriller! His mom has just remarried is working with her new husband to become the newest singing duo megastars. Q's new stepsister Angel and he will be joining their newly married parents on a whirlwind bus tour to kick off their new album. Q and Angela will be attending school via the Internet. But strange things start happening before the first day on the road ends when their tour bus mysteriously breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The next morning an old roadie just appears and is able to help them out by fixing the tour bus. But is this old, scruffy guy and his mangy dog really what they appear to be or is something else going on? Over the next week Q and Angela realize they are being pursued by multiple international intelligence organizations. They have to figure out who can be trusted and who cannot and their lives are depending on their choices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2204277437549761424?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2204277437549761424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2204277437549761424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2204277437549761424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2204277437549761424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2009/01/iq-book-one-independence-hall.html' title='I.Q. Book One: Independence Hall'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SXDe5O1235I/AAAAAAAAADU/n0QD8JYh_v4/s72-c/IQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-9197741767507637867</id><published>2008-12-04T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:19:30.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen and the Art of Faking It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STf01w_8EII/AAAAAAAAADE/7AnmmZuYkNc/s1600-h/Zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275954693011148930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STf01w_8EII/AAAAAAAAADE/7AnmmZuYkNc/s320/Zen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zen and the Art of Faking It by Jordan Sonnenblick *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;When thirteen-year-old San Lee moves to a new town and school for the umpteenth time, he is looking for a way to stand out when his knowledge of Zen Buddhism, gained in his previous school, provides the answer - and the need to quickly become a Zen master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;My thoughts: San has to decide if it is better to be himself or pretend to be something he isn't, which is something that we all have to decide at some time or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-9197741767507637867?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/9197741767507637867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=9197741767507637867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/9197741767507637867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/9197741767507637867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/zen-and-art-of-faking-it.html' title='Zen and the Art of Faking It'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STf01w_8EII/AAAAAAAAADE/7AnmmZuYkNc/s72-c/Zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8182021124764777113</id><published>2008-12-04T09:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:14:32.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weedflower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfztv6QmNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JfaUFh_eXBo/s1600-h/Weedflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275953455768312018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfztv6QmNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JfaUFh_eXBo/s320/Weedflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weedflower by Cynthia Kadohata * &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;After twelve-year-old Sumiko and her Japanese-American family are relocated from their flower farm in southern California to an internment camp on an Indian reservation in Arizona, she helps her family and neighbors, becomes friends with a local Indian boy, and tries to hold on to her dream of owning a flower shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-8182021124764777113?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8182021124764777113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8182021124764777113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8182021124764777113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8182021124764777113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/weedflower.html' title='Weedflower'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfztv6QmNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JfaUFh_eXBo/s72-c/Weedflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2147860497293389925</id><published>2008-12-04T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:09:46.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfylwymk_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mM35R50yuXk/s1600-h/View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275952219054052338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfylwymk_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mM35R50yuXk/s320/View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The View from Saturday by E. L. Koinigsburg *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Four students, with their own individual stories, develop a special bond and attract the attention of their teacher, a paraplegic, who chooses them to represent their sixth-grade class in the Academic Bowl competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;* Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-2147860497293389925?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2147860497293389925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2147860497293389925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2147860497293389925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2147860497293389925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/view-from-saturday.html' title='The View from Saturday'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfylwymk_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/mM35R50yuXk/s72-c/View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-1207558298042527757</id><published>2008-12-04T08:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:10:40.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliver Us From Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfw08e0zhI/AAAAAAAAACs/NNfsxR72tXw/s1600-h/Normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275950280867106322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfw08e0zhI/AAAAAAAAACs/NNfsxR72tXw/s320/Normal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deliver Us From Normal by Kate Klise *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;With a mother who buys Christmas cards in August and a younger brother who describes the Trinity as a toasted marshmallow on a graham cracker, life for eleven-year-old Charles Harrisong is anything but normal in Normal, Illinois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/2996421951526489546-1207558298042527757?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1207558298042527757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=1207558298042527757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1207558298042527757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/1207558298042527757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/deliver-us-from-normal.html' title='Deliver Us From Normal'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STfw08e0zhI/AAAAAAAAACs/NNfsxR72tXw/s72-c/Normal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-912345541999732156</id><published>2008-12-03T16:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:23:10.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crooked Kind of Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcGp1XG0sI/AAAAAAAAACk/XmQsiDoI9lU/s1600-h/Crooked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275692804256223938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcGp1XG0sI/AAAAAAAAACk/XmQsiDoI9lU/s320/Crooked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ten-year-old Zoe Elias, who longs to play the piano but must resign herself to learning the organ, instead, finds that her musicianship has a positive impact on her workaholic mother, her jittery father, and her school social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;My thoughts: I loved Zoe! She has a wonderful sense of humor about the turn her dream to learn to play the piano and be onstage at Carnegie Hall took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-912345541999732156?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/912345541999732156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=912345541999732156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/912345541999732156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/912345541999732156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/crooked-kind-of-perfect.html' title='A Crooked Kind of Perfect'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcGp1XG0sI/AAAAAAAAACk/XmQsiDoI9lU/s72-c/Crooked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6016690728098177753</id><published>2008-12-03T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:15:52.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping the Scratch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcE9PkvjgI/AAAAAAAAACc/nUT1OzNkaOU/s1600-h/Scratch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690938687000066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcE9PkvjgI/AAAAAAAAACc/nUT1OzNkaOU/s320/Scratch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumping the Scratch by Sarah Weeks *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;After moving with his mother to a trailer park to care for an injured aunt, eleven-year-old Jamie Reardon struggles to cope with a deeply buried secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;My thoughts: This was a great story that was both funny and suspenseful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2996421951526489546-6016690728098177753?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6016690728098177753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6016690728098177753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6016690728098177753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6016690728098177753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/jumping-scratch.html' title='Jumping the Scratch'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcE9PkvjgI/AAAAAAAAACc/nUT1OzNkaOU/s72-c/Scratch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6504014596616178080</id><published>2008-12-03T16:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:12:22.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcD0BHa2DI/AAAAAAAAACU/E_VTQvopFiw/s1600-h/Yellow+Star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275689680675461170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcD0BHa2DI/AAAAAAAAACU/E_VTQvopFiw/s320/Yellow+Star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Star by Jennifer Roy *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;From 1939, when Syvia is four and half years old, to 1945 when she has just turned ten, a Jewish girl and her family struggle to survive in Poland's Lodz ghetto during Nazi occupation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My thoughts: This was a powerful and moving story told in free verse poetry. Syvia was one of only twelve children to survive the Lodz ghetto, that at one time held over a quarter of a million people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&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/2996421951526489546-6504014596616178080?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6504014596616178080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6504014596616178080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6504014596616178080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6504014596616178080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/yellow-star.html' title='Yellow Star'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STcD0BHa2DI/AAAAAAAAACU/E_VTQvopFiw/s72-c/Yellow+Star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-644527081915812800</id><published>2008-12-03T15:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:51:10.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangerine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb_Hkgp7JI/AAAAAAAAACM/ktUFxzs_yAk/s1600-h/Tangerine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275684519035923602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb_Hkgp7JI/AAAAAAAAACM/ktUFxzs_yAk/s320/Tangerine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tangerine by Edward Bloor *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Twelve-year-old Paul, who lives in the shadow of his football hero brother Eirk, fights for the right to play soccer despite his near blindness and slowly begins to remember the incident that damaged his eyesight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-644527081915812800?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/644527081915812800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=644527081915812800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/644527081915812800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/644527081915812800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/tangerine.html' title='Tangerine'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb_Hkgp7JI/AAAAAAAAACM/ktUFxzs_yAk/s72-c/Tangerine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-779343784140535917</id><published>2008-12-03T15:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:44:41.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Airhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb8sUu1CcI/AAAAAAAAACE/niPLVNOYFjM/s1600-h/airhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275681851920681410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb8sUu1CcI/AAAAAAAAACE/niPLVNOYFjM/s320/airhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airhead by Meg Cabot *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sixteen-year-old Emerson Watts, an advanced placement student with a disdain for fashion, is the recipient of a "whole body transplant" and finds herself transformed into one of the world's most famous teen supermodels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My thoughts: This was a fabulous read that lets you see things from both points of view: the nerd and the supermodel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-779343784140535917?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/779343784140535917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=779343784140535917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/779343784140535917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/779343784140535917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/airhead.html' title='Airhead'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb8sUu1CcI/AAAAAAAAACE/niPLVNOYFjM/s72-c/airhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-8830431521268823940</id><published>2008-12-03T15:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:42:36.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Ditch Your Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb7uXZJv3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/nYE-vHIUR9E/s1600-h/Fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275680787483180914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb7uXZJv3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/nYE-vHIUR9E/s320/Fairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Ditch Your Fairy by Justine Larbalestier *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;In a world in which everyone has a personal fairy who tends to one aspect of daily life, fourteen-year-old Charlie decides she does not want hers - a parking fairy - and embarks on a series of misadventures designed to rid herself of the invisible sprite and replace it with a better one, like her friend Rochelle's shopping fairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Summary taken from CIP data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996421951526489546-8830431521268823940?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8830431521268823940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=8830431521268823940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8830431521268823940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/8830431521268823940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-ditch-your-fairy.html' title='How to Ditch Your Fairy'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STb7uXZJv3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/nYE-vHIUR9E/s72-c/Fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-6819114935795562049</id><published>2008-12-01T09:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:43:17.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Soul a Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STP9i-e6mTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kagoM6iHhTI/s1600-h/Every+soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274838365911030066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STP9i-e6mTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kagoM6iHhTI/s320/Every+soul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every Soul a Star by Wendy Mass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;One summer, the lives of Ally, Bree and Jack intersect at Moon Shadow Campground just in time for a total solar eclipse. Each of them is facing major changes in their lives, most unwelcome and unwanted. As their lives converge, they are each forced to examine themselves and find out who they really are. Three teens who on the surface seem to have nothing in common become friends and allies as they await a total solar eclipse that may change each of their lives forever!&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/2996421951526489546-6819114935795562049?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6819114935795562049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=6819114935795562049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6819114935795562049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/6819114935795562049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-soul-star.html' title='Every Soul a Star'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/STP9i-e6mTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kagoM6iHhTI/s72-c/Every+soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7724081936995024034</id><published>2008-10-29T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:38:45.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Sparrow Delaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiRL6wJOSI/AAAAAAAAABM/PBMfI-rQRGE/s1600-h/Sparrow+Delaney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262615798518200610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiRL6wJOSI/AAAAAAAAABM/PBMfI-rQRGE/s320/Sparrow+Delaney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Secret Life of Sparrow Delaney by Suzanne Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, Sparrow Delaney has been gifted with strong psychic abilities. But she has kept this gift a secret from everyone, especially her family! They are weird enough as it is. She doesn't want to join the "family business" and be a psychic. She keeps telling her spiritual guides, three ghosts who have appeared to her since early childhood, that her only wish is to be normal. So when she has the opportunity to attend a new high school where nobody knows her or her family, especially her six older sisters, she jumps at the chance! She can start fresh and be totally normal. But in her first class on the first day of school, she sees a ghost. She uses all of her well practiced tricks at avoiding ghosts, but he won't let her be! He keeps appearing to her and pleading with her to help him. But Sparrow is stubborn and she wants not part in his plan, whatever it is!&lt;br /&gt;&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/2996421951526489546-7724081936995024034?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7724081936995024034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7724081936995024034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7724081936995024034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7724081936995024034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-life-of-sparrow-delaney.html' title='The Secret Life of Sparrow Delaney'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiRL6wJOSI/AAAAAAAAABM/PBMfI-rQRGE/s72-c/Sparrow+Delaney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-2777932188198307325</id><published>2008-10-29T11:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:36:01.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQ4PJCA6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ocXv_Mny_i8/s1600-h/Gym+Candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262615460393911202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQ4PJCA6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ocXv_Mny_i8/s320/Gym+Candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gym Candy by Carl Deuker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick Johnson’s life is all about football. His dad, Mike, introduced Mick to football when he was a very little boy. Mike had been a football hero in his day and he wants Mick to follow in his footsteps, making big plays and big headlines. And it could happen. Mick is good, he has real talent and he works really hard. Most importantly, playing football is fun and exhilarating for Mick. He loves the game! In the spring of his eighth grade year, the high school coach invites Mick to come and go through spring training with the varsity team. Mick is ecstatic! After a rough first day, Mick works hard, improving daily and working his way up the depth charts. The following fall, he makes the varsity team as a ninth grader and has a fantastic season. Then comes spring training with a new coach and a new eighth grader who challenges Mick for his spot on the team. Mick knows he has to work hard training all summer to keep his spot on the team. His dad arranges for him to go to a private gym and work out with a personal trainer who offers to give Mick some extra help. But will this “extra” help really work in the end? How far is Mick willing to go to keep his spot on the team? Will it be worth the cost?&lt;/span&gt;&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/2996421951526489546-2777932188198307325?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2777932188198307325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=2777932188198307325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2777932188198307325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/2777932188198307325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/gym-candy.html' title='Gym Candy'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQ4PJCA6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ocXv_Mny_i8/s72-c/Gym+Candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-7646838618007659775</id><published>2008-10-29T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:59:12.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drums, Girls &amp; Dangerous Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQiRF35LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-bG1XwYUMY0/s1600-h/Drums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262615082960413874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQiRF35LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-bG1XwYUMY0/s320/Drums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drums, Girls &amp;amp; Dangerous Pie by Jordan Sonnenblick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven has a mostly normal life for a thirteen year old. Yes, Steven is a self admitted skinny geek and the most beautiful girl in school won’t even look at him. Yes, he has a pesky, although very cute, younger brother, but some things you just have to bear even when they annoy you to no end. (Isn’t this normal for lots of thirteen year olds? Can life be “normal” when you’re thirteen?) But Steven has a passion: playing the drums. And he is a talented drummer, good enough to make the All-City Jazz Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Normal” life ends one morning in October when Steven’s little brother Jeffrey gets sick. In the months that follow, Jeffrey spends weeks in the hospital, Mom takes a leave of absence from her job to take care of Jeffrey, and Dad hardly speaks a word to him. Steven becomes a “microwave Hot Pockets poster child”, while totally checking out on his school work and focusing all of his attention on practicing for the Spring Jazz Concert. But life, with all of its troubles, can’t be avoided forever.&lt;/span&gt; &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/2996421951526489546-7646838618007659775?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7646838618007659775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=7646838618007659775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7646838618007659775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/7646838618007659775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/drums-girls-dangerous-pie.html' title='Drums, Girls &amp; Dangerous Pie'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQiRF35LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-bG1XwYUMY0/s72-c/Drums.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4874869229571692709</id><published>2008-10-29T11:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:33:13.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle School is Worse Than Meatloaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQKcJTYpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dOYCdbZ06qQ/s1600-h/middleschoolmeatloaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262614673610728082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQKcJTYpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dOYCdbZ06qQ/s320/middleschoolmeatloaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Middle School is Worse than Meatloaf: A Year Told Through Stuff by Jennifer L. Holm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like everyone else, Ginny Davis’ life has ups and downs, good times and bad. She tells the story of her seventh grade year through a collection of stuff, including birthday wish lists, class assignments, text messages, bank statements, post-it notes and receipts. Lots of big things can happen in a year: your mom can get married, your brother can be sent to military school, your science project can even be eaten by your dog! Read this book for yourself and you decide: Is middle school really worse than meatloaf?&lt;/span&gt;&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/2996421951526489546-4874869229571692709?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4874869229571692709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4874869229571692709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4874869229571692709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4874869229571692709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/middle-school-is-worse-than-meatloaf.html' title='Middle School is Worse Than Meatloaf'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiQKcJTYpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dOYCdbZ06qQ/s72-c/middleschoolmeatloaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-140532410390930601</id><published>2008-10-29T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:31:37.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schooled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiP5YmQo1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HJAiSr5w8fc/s1600-h/schooled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262614380600664914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiP5YmQo1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HJAiSr5w8fc/s320/schooled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Schooled by Gordon Korman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn Anderson, also known as Cap, has led a sheltered life and that is an understatement! He has lived with just his grandmother Rain on a farm commune. His world is rocked when Rain falls out of a tree and breaks her hip. Social services removes Cap from the commune and plants him in the real world. That means a living in a house not held together with duct tape and enrollment in the local middle school. Everyone knows being the new kid is tough, but what if the new kid has never seen a television, heard of an iPod or Starbucks? What if he only wears homemade shoes and tie-died t-shirts? What happens? Caps becomes the object of a diabolical plan devised by the most popular kid in school to make him the class president and torture him all year long! How could anyone, least of all Cap, survive that?&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/2996421951526489546-140532410390930601?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/140532410390930601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=140532410390930601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/140532410390930601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/140532410390930601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/schooled.html' title='Schooled'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiP5YmQo1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HJAiSr5w8fc/s72-c/schooled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4664431645792197577</id><published>2008-10-29T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:30:43.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiPrX3NsaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EsZiGTAn_R8/s1600-h/Truth....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262614139885171106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiPrX3NsaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EsZiGTAn_R8/s320/Truth....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Macy’s father died a couple of years ago and since then she has strived to live perfectly. She has bottled all of her feelings away and tried to live up to her mother’s expectations: being a good student, having the perfect smart, high achieving boyfriend, following all of the rules. In Macy’s mind, living perfectly means that everything is safe. This summer is starting just as planned. Macy’s boyfriend is going away to Brian Camp, which is just summer camp for really smart kids, and Macy is staying home. She is going to spend the summer improving her vocabulary for the SAT and filling in for her boyfriend, Jason, at the library. But then some unexpected things happen. Macy is offered a new opportunity to work for Wish, a catering business. She makes some new friends and slowly begins to see what she is missing by living perfectly. Then Macy’s sister starts visiting with plans to remodel and redecorate the family beach house, which hasn’t been visited since Macy’s dad died. Both of these things challenge Macy’s perfectly constructed safe life and force her to reconsider the choices she has made since her dad’s death. Will Macy step out and live life or will she stifle her new thoughts and feelings and continue to live ‘perfectly’?&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/2996421951526489546-4664431645792197577?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4664431645792197577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4664431645792197577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4664431645792197577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4664431645792197577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/truth-about-forever.html' title='The Truth About Forever'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiPrX3NsaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EsZiGTAn_R8/s72-c/Truth....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996421951526489546.post-4981390218664282302</id><published>2008-10-29T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:29:21.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dairy Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiPUwrMG9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/nUX3WAKMGr8/s1600-h/Dairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262613751408630738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiPUwrMG9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/nUX3WAKMGr8/s320/Dairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dairy Queen by Catherine Gilbert Murdock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D.J. Schwenk comes from a football family in Red Bend, Wisconsin. He dad has always loved the game, so much so that all of the cows on their diary farm are named for famous players or coaches. Her two older brothers were stars of the local football team. This summer finds D.J. hard at work on the family dairy farm because of her dad’s recent hip surgery. She is doing it all. Then one day Brian Nelson, the quarterback from Red Bend’s biggest rival shows up at the farm. D.J. has agreed to train Brian, he could use some improvement and she knows the game as well as her brothers after having trained with them for years. As D.J. teaches Brian the value of hard work and a good attitude, Brian teaches D.J. the importance of talking and voicing her thoughts. Each of them learns something valuable about themselves during the summer. In D.J.’s case, she remembers how much she loves playing football and that inspires her to try out for the football team this year.&lt;/span&gt; &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/2996421951526489546-4981390218664282302?l=ayalitchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4981390218664282302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2996421951526489546&amp;postID=4981390218664282302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4981390218664282302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996421951526489546/posts/default/4981390218664282302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayalitchick.blogspot.com/2008/10/dairy-queen.html' title='Dairy Queen'/><author><name>Mrs. Anne Hall</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06193338366341509790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGuCn_FMnMw/SQiPUwrMG9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/nUX3WAKMGr8/s72-c/Dairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
