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What book more eagerly waiting for 2011?

Today was thought up a review until I remembered that it's been a couple of days the web http://www.priceminister.es made contact with me if I wanted to participate in a sort of contest where you trying to say in a book entry expect more win this year.

Since I read the question very clear that the book would be my choice:

Does your gender? Adult romantic obviously.

"Author? One of my favorite ...

Julia Quinn

The book in question is The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever.

is a new series of the author and enjoys the same reputation and good reviews that the acclaimed Bridgerton.

Today I love.
A Miranda Cheever ten years shows no sign of becoming a great beauty. And even at that early age, Miranda has learned to accept the expectations society has placed upon it ... until the afternoon when Nigel Bevelstoke, the handsome and elegant Viscount Turner, solemnly kissed her hand and promises one day mature and become a woman so beautiful and intelligent. And even at ten Miranda knew she would love forever.

But the years have been so cruel to Turner as has been kind to Miranda. She is as intriguing as the viscount boldly predicted on that memorable day ... and that man has become a lonely and embittered, shattered by a devastating loss. But Miranda has never forgotten the truth that he left that role in writing many years ago ... and not allow the love that is your destination you escape from between the fingers ...

I look forward to reading it because it's Quinn, because I have mono it. Quinn is for me like a drug that unfortunately I have to take small sips. A healthy addiction but after reading it leaves me exhausted for days xD

The novel was published in March and I'm like a child before kings looking forward to that day (although in the islands will take considerable more), have the new offshoot of the author in my hands and eagerly devour it because I am absolutely sure I will love it.

Maybe that's what I like best, know I'm going to read a book I will love it from first page to last.

Many will think: Too much faith, to see if they end up disappointed.

"bet?

Romantic Novel

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Bay Solaris


Love is a bay. Criteriosasy metaphors are often taken this accident (the Geographically, no love) and imitation of calm, delivery, comfort ... When thinking of a bay, I will never head Benedetti verses of "Much more serious." I quote a bit, find the complete poem, who accompanied me throughout my teens, because it is precious. (...)

because thanks to you I discovered / (say it was time and rightly so) / that love is a beautiful and generous bay / that illuminates and darkens / as life comes / a bay where ships come and go / reach with birds and omens / and go with sirens and clouds / a nice and generous bay / where ships come and go / but you / please / not go .

And so I said to von E that calm tender arms (oh, my love) was the Bay of peace in which I immersed myself every night ... And so I was very pleased to have things clear between love and the calm waters of the bay, thinking it was high literature. So I checked in the flesh.

Despite the Dramamine in industrial parts, vomited, I trembled and sweat along the way from almost whoooole Morro to return to Salvador. There was no forum for the passenger without noticing, and my host almost begged me to opt for the plane (and I told him the incident of the three bags on the plane of Nasca . Why?). The thing is that I went horribly wrong for two hours until something magically stabilized in my inner ear, we were entering the Bay of All Saints! Those same saints who had given me throughout the entire trip to avoid falling overboard in the middle of my patatús. And so I wiped the last drops of sweat ran down my ice cream back (37 in the shade and little wind), successfully swallowed a few drops of warm mineral water from the bottle to which was seized as a castaway, combed my hair a bit and I sat down in my place, where it had been m backpack and my life expectancy. During that half hour that remained, I recomposed, breathed deeply and turned to me wanting to repeat the stay on the island. The Bay had calmed the waters for me and gave me a beautiful sunset. In gratitude, I crawled to the camera in hand. Go

my offering to the deity of the calm waters.