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1001 Books to Read... Book Club!
1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die. It looks like a good list to throw a dart at whenever you're in want of a new book to read. #books #nerd #read #wellread
#books # best books #2015 reading list # top books to read #book club #books to read before you die
1001 books, listed by century. Challenge accepted.
a good book list
Z Gallerie - How To Traumatize Your Children
Traumatic, Gifts Ideas, New Parents, Knock Knock, Kids, Book Jackets, Howto, Dust Covers, Children Book
#buylater #children #howto #traumatize #kids #screwup
For New Parents: How to Traumatize Your Children Book
How to Traumatize Your Children Book - Whimsical & Unique Gift Ideas for the Coolest Gift Givers
I Could Pee on This and Other Poems by Cats by Chronicle Books - Multi, Quirky
Chronicles Book, Vintage Book, Gifts Ideas, Gift Ideas, Cat Poetry, Cat Lovers, Modcloth Com, Cat Book, Cat Poem
I Could Pee on This - book - gift idea for cat lovers
I Could Pee on This and Other Poems by Cats Book, ModCloth - $12.99
Cat poems" "This Is My Chair," "Kneel Before Me," "Nudge,"
I Could Pee on This and Other Poems by Cats | Mod Retro Vintage Books | #ModCloth
The Dictionary of Made Up Languages I would love this.
Worth Reading, Rita Book, Book Worth, Gifts Ideas, Language Eek, Dictionary
The Dictionary of Made Up Languages -eek, this would be cool.
800 words about James and Sirius written for charity. Free on Goodreads. Haven't read it yet, but pinning so I don't forget!
James Of Arci, Sirius Written, Dont Forget, Don'T Forget, Sirius Black, Jk Rowling, James Potter Book, James D'Arcy, Harry Potter
Harry Potter 800 words about James and Sirius written for charity. Free on Goodreads. pinning so i dont forget! -------- need to check this out
The Harry Potter Prequel, by JK Rowling The speeding motorcycle took the sharp corner so fast in the darkness that both policemen in the pursuing car shouted ‘whoa!’ Sergeant Fisher slammed his large foot on the brake, thinking that the boy who was riding pillion was sure to be flung under his wheels; however, the motorbike made the turn without unseating either of its riders, and with a wink of its red tail light, vanished up the narrow side street. ‘We’ve got ‘em now!” cried PC Anderson excitedly. ‘That’s a dead end!” Leaning hard on the steering wheel and crashing his gears, Fisher scraped half the paint off the flank of the car as he forced it up the alleyway in pursuit. There in the headlights sat their quarry, stationary at last after a quarter of an hour’s chase. The two riders were trapped between a towering brick wall and the police car, which was now crashing towards them like some growling, luminous-eyed predator. There was so little space between the car doors and the walls of the alley that Fisher and Anderson had difficulty extricating themselves from the vehicle. It injured their dignity to have to inch, crab-like, towards the miscreants. Fisher dragged his generous belly along the wall, tearing buttons off his shirt as he went, and finally snapping off the wing mirror with his backside. ‘Get off the bike!’ he bellowed at the smirking youths, who sat basking in the flashing blue light as though enjoying it. They did as they were told. Finally pulling free from the broken wind mirror, Fisher glared at them. They seemed to be in their late teens. The one who had been driving had long black hair; his insolent good looks reminded Fisher unpleasantly of his daughter’s guitar-playing, layabout boyfriend. The second boy also had black hair, though his was short and stuck up in all directions; he wore glasses and a broad grin. Both were dressed in T-shirts emblazoned with a large golden bird; the emblem, no doubt, of some deafening, tuneless rock band. ‘No helmets!’ Fisher yelled, pointing from one uncovered head to the other. ‘Exceeding the speed limit by – by a considerable amount!’ (In fact, the speed registered had been greater than Fisher was prepared to accept that any motorcycle could travel.) ‘Failing to stop for the police!’ ‘We’d have loved to stop for a chat,’ said the boy in glasses, ‘only we were trying -’ ‘Don’t get smart – you two are in a heap of trouble!’ snarled Anderson. ‘Names!’ ‘Names?’ repeated the long-haired driver. ‘Er – well, let’s see. There’s Wilberforce… Bathsheba… Elvendork…’ ‘And what’s nice about that one is, you can use it for a boy or a girl,’ said the boy in glasses. ‘Oh, OUR names, did you mean?’ asked the first, as Anderson spluttered with rage. ‘You should’ve said! This here is James Potter, and I’m Sirius Black!’ ‘Things’ll be seriously black for you in a minute, you cheeky little -’ But neither James nor Sirius was paying attention. They were suddenly as alert as gundogs, staring past Fisher and Anderson, over the roof of the police car, at the dark mouth of the alley. Then, with identical fluid movements, they reached into their back pockets. For the space of a heartbeat both policemen imagined guns gleaming at them, but a second later they saw that the motorcyclists had drawn nothing more than - ‘Drumsticks?’ jeered Anderson. ‘Right pair of jokers, aren’t you? Right, we’re arresting you on a charge of -’ But Anderson never got to name the charge. James and Sirius had shouted something incomprehensible, and the beams from the headlights had moved. The policemen wheeled around, then staggered backwards. Three men were flying – actually FLYING – up the alley on broomsticks – and at the same moment, the police car was rearing up on its back wheels. Fisher’s knees bucked; he sat down hard; Anderson tripped over Fisher’s legs and fell on top of him, as FLUMP – BANG – CRUNCH – they heard the men on brooms slam into the upended car and fall, apparently insensible, to the ground, while broken bits of broomstick clattered down around them. The motorbike had roared into life again. His mouth hanging open, Fisher mustered the strength to look back at the two teenagers. ‘Thanks very much!’ called Sirius over the throb of the engine. ‘We owe you one!’ ‘Yeah, nice meeting you!’ said James. ‘And don’t forget: Elvendork! It’s unisex!’ There was an earth-shattering crash, and Fisher and Anderson threw their arms around each other in fright; their car had just fallen back to the ground. Now it was the motorcycle’s turn to rear. Before the policemen’s disbelieving eyes, it took off into the air: James and Sirius zoomed away into the night sky, their tail light twinkling behind them like a vanishing ruby.
Keri Smith's wildly popular interactive journals-Wreck This Journal, This Is Not a Book, and Mess-are now available in one boxed set. Smith invites you to reimagine what a book can be (a secret message, a recording device, an instrument). Poke holes in the pages. Paint them with coffee. Bring the book in the shower. Let loose and make a mess. And now you can even wreck the box. Show More Show Less
Wreck This Box (Wreck This Journal / This Is Not a Book / Mess) $26.96
Boxes Wreck, Book Boxes, Christmas Wishlist, Journals Ideas, Boxes Sets, Wreck This Journals, Smith Book, Christmas Lists, Keri Smith
Wreck This Box (Wreck This Journal / This Is Not a Book / Mess) Cool journal ideas for my nephews (or me!)
Keri Smith books Wreck this Journal This Is not a Book Mess
Wreck This Journal, Mess, and This is Not a Book Box set: Keri Smith
Kawaii Bento Boxes $18.95
Bento Boxes, Convenience Japanese, Cookbook, Japanese Meals, Joie Staff, Bento Book, Lunches Ideas, Japan Meals, Kawaii Bento
A Cookbook Every Day Blog: Kawaii Bento Boxes: Cute and Convenient Japanese Meals on the Go by Joie Staff
Cider, Hard and Sweet: History, Traditions, and Making Your Own (Second Edition) $17.72