sâmbătă, 30 noiembrie 2013

Melodia lunii #30: Maite Perroni - Tu y Yo

Ştiu că în ultima vreme nu prea am intrat pe blog, n-am prea postat, dar nu din lipsă de interes, ci din lipsă de timp. Dar acum că vine decembrie şi eu am terminat aproape cu tezele şi cam tot ce ţine de şcoală şi voi avea ceva mai mult timp. Luna aceasta am ales o melodie care mie îmi place mult şi care e oarecum nouă, apărută anul acesta prin vară. E de la o cântăreaţă care îmi place mult şi care e şi acriţă.

Maite Perroni Beorlegui (n.9 martie 1983, Ciudad de Mexico) este o actriță și cântăreață mexicană. Este cunoscută pentru rolul in telenovela Rebelde 2004 si pentru alte roluri. În anul 2004 a devenit cunoscută pe plan muical,internațional datorită formției RBD. După destrămarea formaţiei, Maite s-a axat mai mult pe actorie, deşi a mai întregistrat câte o melodie ca sountrack pentru telenovelele în cae juca. Anul acesta Maite a lansat primul single de pe noul album: Tu y yo, de pe albumul Eclipse de Luna.

Primele 100 de cuvinte #18

Am cartea ce ceva timp în format epub, dar m-am luat cu alte lucruri, am citit altceva sau pur şi simplu nu am avut timp. am văzut foarte multe recenzii pozitive pe bloguri care le apreciez, aşa că am decis să dau o şansă cărţii, aşa că luna aceasat citesc The Sea of Tranquility de Katja Millay


Prologue

I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it also reminds me that I’m going to find the boy who took everything from me. I’m going to kill the boy who killed me, and when I kill him, I’m going to do it with my left hand. 

CHAPTER 1
Nastya
Dying really isn’t so bad after you’ve done it once.
And I have.
I’m not afraid of death anymore.
I’m afraid of everything

vineri, 29 noiembrie 2013

Prima impresie: Reign



Încă de când am văzut primul trailer am spus că îmi va plăcea acest serial. Reign este o dramă, un serial istoric bazat pe fapte reale. Mereu mi-au plăcut serialele care au un gram de adevăr ascuns în spatele poveştii. Serialul este nou, abia apărut anul acesta în toamnă.
Toţi actorii mi se par foarte bine aleşi pentru roluri, intră atât de bine în pielea personajelor încât ajungi să te crezi la curtea franceză după câteva minute din episod. Eu am văzut tot ce a apărut până acum şi nici măcar unul dintre episoadele apărute nu m-a dezamăgit. Apoi personajele, ele nu sunt construite exact aşa cum erau imaginile lor istorice, cu toate acestea au aerul acela distins şi se observa diferenţa dintre trecut şi prezent, nu se amestecă elemente în personalitatea lor. 
Cel mai mult îmi place accentul unora dintre actori, e absolut mirific! Mersită să te uiţi la serial şi numai ca să auzi cum vorbesc. Mai ales Adelaide Kane, actriţa ce o interpretrează pe Mary, are un accent adorabil. zici că a fost născută atunci. Am mai văzut-o şi în Teen Wolf şi nu avea acelaşi accent, se observă diferenţa. Mă bucur că se încearcă păstrarea limbajului de atunci şi a accentului datorat originilor personajelor.
Se formează un triunghi amoros în serial, ceea ce nu ştiu dacă îmi place sau nu, dar ceea e mi se pare foarte ok este că nu se pune atât de mult accentul pe asta, ci pe conflictul dintre ţări, pe intrigile politice, religioase, cam tot ce se întâmpla pe la 1557 în Franţa şi Scoţia.
În mare serialul e bun, chiar foarte bun. Au costume bune, actori super. Ceea ce mă deranjează este că vârsta personajelor este pff foarte mică, înţeleg că aşa era pe atunci, se căsătoreau de mult, dar asta ar fi putut să nu păstreze. De ce? Pentru că actorii sunt prea bătrâni ca să joace puşti de 16-17 ani. Adică nici nu arată şi nici nu se comportă de atât. Dacă nu aflam accidental că atât au în serial eu ziceam că au în jur de 20. Mary şi Francis mai arată cum mai arată, dar Bach şi slujnicele lui Mary care au o vârstă apropiată cu ei nu arată deloc ca fiind aşa de tineri.



Cu acţiunea situată în anul 1557, Franţa, serialul urmăreşte viaţa lui Mary, regina Scoţiei, la curtea franceză, în timp ce ea aşteaptă să se căsătorească cu Francis, moştenitorul tronului francez, cu care ea este logodită de când erau copii. La curte, Mary trebuie să se confrunte cu schimbări de politică şi jocuri de putere, precum şi cu sentimentele sale pentru Francis. Regina Catherine, mama moştenitorului, încearcă în secret să oprească mariajul celor doi, din cauza viziunilor lui Nostradamus conform cărora căsătoria îi va aduce moartea lui Francis. Serialul mai urmăreşte şi relaţiile slujnicelor lui Mary: Lola, Kenna, Greer şi Aylee, care sunt şi ele în căutare de soţi la curte.

luni, 25 noiembrie 2013

Chapter One Preview: The Souls of Rain by Diana Nixon

The Souls of Rain (Heavens Trilogy, # 1)
 By Diana Nixon 
COMING Out December 18th, 2013


This is a copyright material.
Not for sale.

Prologue

Three angels were standing in the middle of a round, crystal room. Their long, silver cloaks were swaying slowly in the wind; the rustle of their wings was the only sound breaking the intense silence. One of them, a woman with curly, strawberry-blond hair that went to her feet, raised her hand and a huge, white cloud formed in front of her.
“The girl deserves to know the truth,” she said to the others.
“This is insane,” a male angel replied, shaking his head. He ran one palm through his messy, sandy hair; his big, blue eyes seemed to be brighter than the sky itself. “What if something goes wrong?” He stared nervously at the picture appearing inside the cloud.
“We are losing control over her.”
“She’s right,” the other male angel said. “It’s not safe to keep her here.” His golden eyes shifted impatiently between his companions. “We need to send her back to the earth.”
“You will follow her,” the woman said, looking at the blue-eyed angel. He was the youngest of the three of them, and his age was the only thing that stopped him from breaking the order. He didn’t want to spy on anyone. He used to be one of the best guardian angels, until one day he made a mistake and was obliged to follow the orders of the top-ranked angels. It was the worst part of his punishment; he hated being told what to do.
“You didn’t have to say that,” he snapped, meeting the woman’s emotionless eyes. Sometimes it was really hard to believe that she was an angel, and not a demon wearing snow-white wings. “You know I would have never left her unprotected.” “Right.” The other angel smirked.
“Albert,” the woman hissed, warningly. Her voice sounded calm, but the intonation said it all — she didn’t approve fights between her subordinates. “This meeting is over. I’ll see you two later.” And just like that she disappeared, making the air in the room crackle. Albert grimaced at the force of energy left after her disappearance. He wasn’t as strong as she was, and the powers she possessed always made him uneasy. He looked one last time at the blue-eyed angel and followed the woman.
Left alone, the angel stared at the picture of the girl he was supposed to spy on. The girl was a guardian angel. She was slim and beautiful; with long, black hair and big green eyes, shadowed by the curling lashes.
She was walking down the alley surrounded by the age-old oaks, watching her fosterling. She seemed to be relaxed, but in reality her every instinct was on alert. Her wings were outspread, and though no human could see her like that, the creatures of the heavens always knew when she was on duty.
“I won’t let you down, Claire,” the angel swore in a whisper, making the cloud in front of him turn black. “Never again….”


Chapter 1

I was staring at the file in my hands. It was thick and heavy, and I didn’t have the slightest desire to read it. “What’s this?” I asked Bert, my trainer.
“Your new assignment,” he said, walking down the hall that led to the training rooms.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “My new assignment? Seriously?”
“Yes. Why?” He opened the door to one of the rooms and led me to the wall with crystal daggers.
“I was reassigned just a few days ago, remember? No angel changes humans so often!”
“It’s not your call, Claire. They give commands, you execute them. Period.” He gave me one of the daggers to replace the one I broke last night, trying to kill a demon following my fosterling. “Be careful with the weapons. You are the only guardian angel who breaks them so often.”
“I’m also the only guardian angel who destroys the biggest number of demons.”
“True.” Bert smiled briefly, and looked at the wound on my right wing. “Close your eyes, I will heal it.”
I sighed and obeyed, waiting for Bert’s powers to deal with the wound. It didn’t hurt much, but the feeling wasn’t pleasant either. Guardian angels couldn’t heal themselves. We always needed the help of other angels, whose powers were different from ours.
My thoughts switched back to my new assignment, and I sighed again. Bert was right, I couldn’t help matters. And neither could he. He was just a messenger in this case. I answered to him for my every step, but when it came to the orders of Santunary, he was as helpless as I was.
No one could ignore the words of Ledons — top-ranked angels. They formed the Santunary: the highest and the cruelest governmental authority, and the most respectful body of the heavens (except for God, of course). There were no ‘ifs’ for Ledons. They accepted only ‘yes’ or ‘no’. The last word was better not to pronounce if you cared about your life. Ledons were followed by Deerons, our trainers. They guarded the gates of the heavens. No one could come or go without their permission, even the souls.
Then there was us, the guardian angels, followed by our loyal servants, the Pastreens. I didn’t know what exactly their duties consisted of, but they were a real pain in our necks; always watching us and laughing at our mistakes. Though sometimes they were really helpful, especially when it came to doing my hair or cleaning my wings.
“So who’s my new baby?” I asked the trainer. We called humans our babies, because we felt like their nannies that were always there for them, no matter how bad or good they really were.
“Why don’t you open the file?” Bert winked at me. Oh, no…it was a sign of bad news.
“Alan Rosenford,” I read the name, written on the file’s cover. “Who is he?”
“Just don’t tell me you’ve never heard about him! How long have you been working in New York…for two years? And you’ve never heard about Alan Rosenford?”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I haven’t.”
“Well, this is probably for the best.” Bert smirked and vanished. Literally.
Angels always appeared out of nowhere and disappeared as abruptly. But I hated when Bert did that. He never answered my questions, and he always left without saying good-bye. Not that it was the only unpleasant thing about my life. Nothing about it was normal actually.
Sometimes it felt like my life was an endless cascade of ups and downs. I could fly and I could walk; I could save and I could destroy. Heaven was my home, and the days I spent there couldn’t be compared with anything else; they were special. But there were also days that I had to spend walking down the roads of sinful earth. Everything about them was even and painfully predictable.
Unlike those humans I guard, I don’t need to count seconds; I have a whole eternity to live. I don’t need sleep or food, though cakes and ice-cream are my weaknesses and the best things about my perfect life.
I don’t have a family, and I never had one. I was created by the heavens. I don’t have friends, but I do have enemies. And all of them are demons — soulless, cruel creatures that make people do things they will have to spend forever in hell for.
My job is to protect humans from demons, making their lives better and happier. Funny enough, I’m the unhappiest creature in the world. It feels like my happiness is always near, and too far away at the same time.
There are things that I will probably never be able to understand. I don’t know what love means. It always felt like something mysterious and too unreal. But unlike humans, I can live perfectly well without it. As well as without boys, parties and other essential attributes of every girl’s life.
But there is one thing that I can’t live a single day without. My wings. They are my faith and an essential part of me. I can’t show them to humans, and every time I let them see me, they think I’m just a girl in my early twenties. Too bad no human girl knows how to cross the distance between two places in seconds.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself standing in the middle of my sky-blue living room. I liked the color. It reminded me of my true home and the sky that I liked gazing at so much.
I had a two-bedroom apartment not far away from Central Park. I didn’t have much time to spend there, but there were times, like today, when I wasn’t on duty. My last assignment, a five-year-old Annabel Walders left for a few days to visit her grandparents, but I couldn’t leave New York, so she was guarded by one of the local angels of Washington. It was supposed to be a free weekend: no work, no demons; only freedom and me. Yeah, too good to be true….
I looked back at the files I was still holding in my hands. I never read people’s files. I liked making my own opinion about them. No matter how bad or perfect they were, the only thing I cared about were their souls. And even a criminal’s soul can be pure. Because when people kill or lie it means that demons win. It also means that angels lose. And we lose only if we don’t take our duties seriously. Usually it leads to becoming Pastreens. Or fallen. Both variants close the doors to the heavens and leave us wandering around the earth forever. And no matter how heavy the sin we commit is, we always want to be forgiven and returned to the heavens.
Speaking of sins….
“Nolan, what are you doing here?” I asked the fallen angel, standing behind me.
“Good to see you too, Claire.” He smiled, taking a seat on my couch. The guy didn’t need my permission to make himself at home.
Nolan was the only fallen who never wanted to be forgiven. At least that was what he was saying every time I asked him about his life. He liked living among humans. Though I never asked him about the rule he broke to be kicked out of the heavens.
“I heard about your new assignment,” he said, turning on the TV set.
“Why do you even care?” I crossed my arms, watching him curiously. I didn’t understand why Nolan liked spending time with me. My life was a picture of everything he couldn’t have.
“Because we are best friends. And friends always care about each other.”
I rolled my eyes. “We are far from being friends, Nolan. Let alone best friends. You are stalking me. This is how it calls.”
“Whatever you call it, the fact remains — I’m here, and I want to know how you feel about being Alan’s new babysitter.” He smiled again, and I desperately wanted to slap him in the face. God, forgive me.
“What is wrong with the guy that everyone is so worried about me guarding him?”
“Nothing’s wrong. He’s a good guy actually. He likes drinking, smoking, girls, and car racing.”
“Sounds like a typical description of a good guy.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t fit your pretty face, my angel. And Alan is a good guy. You will see.”
“Can’t wait,” I muttered, heading for the kitchen to get a piece of a strawberry pie I made earlier today.
“How can you think about food when your human is dying?” Nolan shouted after me.
I stopped and turned around, barely breathing. “What did you say?”
“Alan Rosenford was taken to the St. Mary’s hospital about an hour ago. He kissed a tree with a bumper of his new car.” No more details were needed. I closed my eyes and sank into the red vortex of a bittersweet smoke that took me straight to the hospital ward.
The moment I opened my eyes the smell of drugs hit my nostrils. I hated hospitals. To me they always looked overcrowded. Hundreds of lost souls, whose physical bodies died and were not allowed to ascend to the heavens, were flying everywhere, making people shiver and shrink from the pure cold they consisted of. Humans didn’t see them, but I did. And they did see me.
“He doesn’t look good,” Nolan said, coming closer to the bed where a guy in his mid twenties was sleeping. He was on a drip; about a dozen multicolored cables went from his body to the monitors on his left.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t look any better being him,” I said, examining the numerous bruises and scratches on the guy’s body. “How bad was the crash?”
“The boy will need a new car. But I don’t think he cares about a few more scars. It’s not his first accident.”
“You said he’s a car racer, right? How often does he get into accidents?”
“Every week or so.”
“Does he even care about his life?” I didn’t like people who risked their lives just to get an adrenaline rush. It meant their souls were hurt. And they didn’t want to do anything to heal them. Stupid humans…they didn’t know that losing a soul meant becoming demons.
“You didn’t read his file, did you?” Nolan chuckled at his own words. He knew I didn’t. “You should probably start reading files, Claire. It would save you plenty of time.”
“Thanks for the advice, Nolan. Maybe one day I will follow it.”
I took Alan’s hand in mine and tried to feel his soul. I was good at feeling souls. Not every angel could do that. It was one of my angelic powers that I had been trying to perfect every day, for the last seven centuries of my existence. And with every passing day I could tell more and more about the souls I was guarding.
“He is a good person,” I said, knowing that Nolan was still there with us. Every time I tried to feel someone’s soul, it felt like sinking into the depths of multicolored oceans, where every single word, action and thought had its own shade. “I told you,” he said, and I smiled; my best friend liked being right.
I let go of Alan’s hand and breathed a sigh of relief. Guarding good people was always easier. Demons couldn’t get to their souls, and fighting them was as simple as anything.
I was good at fighting demons. They didn’t stand a chance with me. Especially when I was guarding children. They were like little angels to me, and I always felt sorry for the couples that couldn’t have them. It felt like the worst curse ever. My new assignment wasn’t a child anymore, but something about him wasn’t right. His soul was too fragile and sensitive. Not a regular picture of a man’s soul. Maybe I should have read his file after all?…
“Hey…Claire, you okay?” Nolan asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied absently, still watching the guy on the bed. “How old is he?”
“Will turn twenty-five next week.”
Even with the dark-purple bruises all over his face and a swollen lip Alan looked much younger than his real age. I couldn’t say the same about his soul. If I didn’t know it belonged to him, I would say it was a soul of an eighty-year-old man. Suddenly I wanted to know what happened to make him get old too soon.
“Read the file, Claire,” Nolan said, as if reading my mind. “I need to go now, but if you need anything, call me, okay?” I nodded and the fallen angel disappeared. He was always saying the same thing, “Call me, if you need me.” And we both knew that he would never be able to help me if I actually needed help. We played for different teams.
Copyright @ 2013, Diana Nixon

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joi, 21 noiembrie 2013

Review (61): The Grace in Darkness by Melissa Andrea


Genre: Drama, Romance, New Adult
Publishing date: October 22nd 2013
Pages: 282
Author: Melissa Andrea
Published by: -
Review: Ştefana Alexandra

Sometimes we are not owners of our destiny. Sometimes we have to face fate and... life. Being selfless is a good thing for the others, but what if that sacrifice that makes you a good person can make the difference? What if that is the only thing that keeps you floating?
Ryland Dare has lost what he loved the most, the girl that made him better, that made him live: Araya. She left for him not to give up his life, for her to pursue her dreams. After the accident that left her blind, with no family besides an aunt that made her life miserable, and with nothing to dream about, she finally gets part of her life back, her passion, dancing. She has a new life, new friends, but has she forgotten all about Ryland?
A continuation of the book that made my heart melt with just a few lines, The Grace in Darkness brings back hopes, dreams, and above all brings back life. Usually people lose it after many attempts to get back on the road that haven’t succeeded. But Araya, the main character of this series, has that light, that power to rise and shine, even if the times are dark. She had a lot of things going on against her; however she never stopped being herself, doing what she likes the most. She kept her chin up and never let anyone step on her. She is a great example of a strong woman.
It is true that most of the book is about Araya and Ryland, but there is also a multitude of characters that are in search of redemption. There are the Dare brothers, they are the ones that have been forced by the circumstances to make bad choices, but this does not mean that they don’t have a chance to earn forgiveness and to be free of the burden that they have carried with them all the time.
I haven’t enjoyed this book as much as the first one, but maybe that was because of the fact that continuation isn’t as good as the first one, when you find out the story, the root. The Grace in darkness was over all a closure to what Araya’s been through then I new story.
Before eve the title was announced I had imagined an end for the book, an end that would be suitable and that would make me fell somehow released and better because Araya had her happy ever after, but then the title came out and I realised how wrong I was to believe that. But wasn’t until I have read the book that I understood what really happened.
Anyway, I felt like this last book brought some closure and I was satisfied with the end somehow, I did not love it, still did not hate it either.
This book was also written from Ryland and Araya’s point of view. I love the way Melissa Andrea could play with the words; she succeeded to create the perfect atmosphere for both characters. The translation from one to another was perfect and I did not felt for one minute that one word should belong to other character than the one who said it, felt it.
If you have read the first book I truly recommend you this one too.


sâmbătă, 16 noiembrie 2013

Review (60): Blissfire - A short story collection by D.e.e.L.


Genre: Short Story
Publishing date: April 13 2012
Pages: 96
Author: D.e.e.L.
Published by: Lulu.com
Review: Ştefana Alexandra
Add on: Goodreads
I have recieved and ARC for my honest review.


We never know what to expect from life. We are just simple human beings that try to survive. But we are not always satisfied with our existence, no, because we always chase happiness, something that will fill the hole that exists in our hearts, the wound that never seems to heal.
We are constantly chasing something that we run from, we run from bliss, but also chase it.
“Find your bliss, even if you have to pass through the fire.” (D.e.e.L.)
Blissfire is a collection of ten short stories. Ten short story that apparently don’t have anything in common since the characters are in different stages of their life, but all of them are in search of happiness. All these people have in common a lot of shattered dreams, solitude. What I noticed while I was reading was the fact that each one of them has it’s daemons, demons that don’t let them live, that destroy them from the inside to outside. They don’t just have shattered dreams, they have a life that was left to pass, and they missed a lot of things just because they wanted to be in the safe side of the road. All of them had something creative in their life; they have aspired to a creative life, a life that wouldn’t bring them much, but maybe a happy life.
I don’t usually read short story, mainly because I like to follow a character from the start and until the end, to follow him through different stages of his life. Blissfire gave me the chance to read something different, something that I thought that I wouldn’t enjoy. But I did. I like the book, because there were different people, different story, but with the same purpose. I realized that this also applies to real life. In this world we are different, but in the same time we have a lot in common, we struggle every day to reach our dreams.
I cannot choose which one was my favorite, because each one had something that made me think of myself or the people I know. I think that these stories could be read on its own. You don’t actually have to read all the stories in order to learn something from them.
I think that it is worth to read these stories because you can see that life is not something that you have to take for granted, you have to work in order to have a life, a life that you will cherish. Blissfire was a unique book, something new for me, that made me more aware of the fact that not only novels can be great, but also short stories.


marți, 12 noiembrie 2013

Premieră: Catching Fire - Rezervări

Pentru în seara aceasta aveam plănuită o altă postare, asta până când m-a sunat Ioana să-mi spună că s-a dat drumul la rezervări la Cinema City. La ce film? Catching Fire, Hunger Games 2, filmul pe care îl aştept de un an! Şi aşa am terminat fiind mult prea fericită pentru a-mi mai păsa de orice altceva, nici măcar să învăţ pentru română, dar fac şi asta în final.
Oricum revenind asupra subiectului care este foarte important, astăzi s-a dat drumul la rezervări şi deja la ora la care merg eu sala e pe jumătate plină! (Cel puţin aşa era acum o oră) Vă imaginaţi că dacă făceam rezervarea mâine nu mai prindeam loc sau erau unele foarte proaste? Se vede că acest film e cel mai aşteptat film al anului şi e clar că nimeni nu trebuie să-l rateze! 
Pentru cei care vor să meargă la premieră (adică pentru cei care sunt măcar pe jumătate la fel de obsedaţi ca mine) puteţin intra pe site-ul celor de la cinemacity, alegeţi oraşul în care sunteţi, apoi mergeţi al filme 2D şi de acolo alegeţi Catching Fire ca să vă puteţi face o rezervare. eu sper ca toţi cei care vor să prindă un loc la premieră să o facă.
Eu merg la film vineri, pe 22 noiembrie 2013 la 19:30! Voi dacă v-aţi făcut deja rezervarea când mergeţi? Sau întrebare mai imporatntă şi care normal n-ar trebui să o pun pentru că ar trebui toţi să fiţi acolo: cine merge la premieră?

Până vineri pe 22 totuşi mai este şii las mai jos un trailer, sunt apărute foarte multe, unul îl puteţi găsi şi aici pe blog, primul mai exact.


luni, 11 noiembrie 2013

Cover Reveal: The Souls of Rain by Diana Nixon

As you probably know, last week was the release of the synopsis from the first book of Heaven Trilogy, The Souls of Rain, and today we get the cover of the book!
I love the cover, I hope you will like it too.




The secrets of the heavens had always been carefully guarded. Until one day when the angels realized that what they used to believe in was nothing but a cruel game between heaven and hell.
And Claire’s life is a part of that game too….
She is a guardian angel. She always thought that her existence was perfect. But perfection is a very relative term, and no one is protected from making mistakes.
Everything changes the moment Claire gets a new assignment. Guarding humans has never been easy, and this time won’t be an exception.
Alan Rosenford is a spoilt party-boy, whose life is a hurricane of risk and adrenaline rush. His soul is damaged, his heart is bleeding, and there are so many things he prefers to keep private….
The words they have never said before ….
The sins they have never committed….
How much does forgiveness of the heavens cost?
Or maybe even the heavens make mistakes?...




Diana Nixon was born in Minsk, Belarus, where she still lives and works on her series. Before becoming a writer she received a Master of Law degree from Belorussian state University. She has always liked reading fantasy novels, so when she came up with the idea of writing a book, she already knew what genre to choose. At the moment Diana is working on her Love lines series.

marți, 5 noiembrie 2013

Mini-recenzie: Harry Potter şi Camera Secretelor

După ce în primul volum Harry descoperă că aparţine unei societăţi magice, în cea de-a doua carte, Harry
Potter împreună cu prietenii săi, Ron şi Hermione, îşi continuă aventura între pereţii şcolii de magie şi vrăji, Hogwarts. Având o istorie ce se întoarce cu mulţi ani înaintea celor trei prieteni, şcoala mai păstrează amintiri din secolele trecute. Dacă după Harry Potter şi Piatra Filozofală am ajuns să ne obişnuim cu fantomele care umblă prin castel şi portretele ce nu se mai opresc din vorbit, în cel de-al doilea volum descoperim că şi băile ascund secrete.
Una din fantomele care apare încă din prima carte cunoaşte multe din secretele şcolii, iar povestea ei este una din cheile pentru a dezvălui misterele castelului.
În primul volum apare Lordul Întunecat, dar aflăm foarte puţine despre el şi scopurile sale, ştim că vrea să se întoarcă, dar nimic mai mult. Totuşi, odată cu secretele şcolii apar şi trecuturile vechilor elevi, printre care şi Tom Riddle sau după cum este cunoscut Lordul Cap-de-mort. Va avea loc o nouă înfruntare, va apărea un nou profesor de Apărare contra magiei negre, iar Snape continuă să fie un personaj la fel de detestat.
Al doilea volum din seria Harry Potter prezintă un băiat care mai are multe de învăţat despre lumea în care se aflăm, un băiat care a scăpat cât de puţin de sub jugul unchilor săi, dar care continuă să lupte pentru libertate.
În această carte apare unul din personajele pe care am ajuns să le iubesc până la finalul seriei, un personaj îndrăgit de multe persoane care prin modul său simplu de a fi face totul mai frumos. Este acea fiinţă ce te învaţă să vezi mereu partea plină a paharului, personajul ce te învaţă să mulţumeşti şi pentru cel mai mărunt lucru care există şi îţi este dat.
A doua carte continuă şi ea cu încă o lecţie de viaţă oferită de nimeni altul decât Dobby.


luni, 4 noiembrie 2013

The Souls of Rain (Heavens Trilogy # 1) by Diana Nixon


Diana has been working on a new trilogy, and now we have the synopsis of the first book!


The secrets of the heavens had always been carefully guarded. Until one day when the angels realized that what they used to believe in was nothing but a cruel game between heaven and hell.
And Claire’s life is a part of that game too….
She is a guardian angel. She always thought that her existence was perfect. But perfection is a very relative term, and no one is protected from making mistakes.
Everything changes the moment Claire gets a new assignment. Guarding humans has never been easy, and this time won’t be an exception.
Alan Rosenford is a spoilt party-boy, whose life is a hurricane of risk and adrenaline rush. His soul is damaged, his heart is bleeding, and there are so many things he prefers to keep private….
The words they have never said before ….
The sins they have never committed….
How much does forgiveness of the heavens cost?
Or maybe even the heavens make mistakes?...

 
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