<?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-8028272280665103465</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:54:40.268-04:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='Korea'/><category term='Science Fiction'/><category term='new york city'/><category term='Kephart'/><category term='high school life'/><category term='cory doctorow'/><category term='culture'/><category term='death'/><category term='illegal immigrant'/><category term='family relationships'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='self image'/><category term='graphic novel'/><category term='mythology'/><category term='hackers'/><category term='survival'/><category term='coming of age'/><category term='natural disasters'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='fire'/><category term='identity'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='Norse'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='murder'/><category term='little brother'/><category term='Kentucky'/><category term='Realistic Fiction'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='horses'/><category term='race'/><category term='dance'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>SCLS Reads</title><subtitle type='html'>Books worth talking about.

  Visit our website: http://sclsteens.org</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-8306319586303042981</id><published>2008-11-10T12:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:43:11.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SRhwgLI8dqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LkszgM8WhnU/s1600-h/blackbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267083462258226850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SRhwgLI8dqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LkszgM8WhnU/s200/blackbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;black box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Julie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schumacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How far should we go to protect the people we love? Sisters Dora and Ella have always been close. Now Dora is diagnosed with depression and has to be admitted to the hospital. Ella feels alone and helpless. Home has become a fighting ground for her parents and she feels alone at school. How much of this is her responsibility?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-8306319586303042981?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8306319586303042981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=8306319586303042981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8306319586303042981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8306319586303042981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-box.html' title='black box'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SRhwgLI8dqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LkszgM8WhnU/s72-c/blackbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-21881986791916734</id><published>2008-10-01T09:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:55:00.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SON94OJ2MpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3vM7L76AsV8/s1600-h/impossible_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252179995269673618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SON94OJ2MpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3vM7L76AsV8/s200/impossible_book.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;by Nancy Werlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Inspired by the lyrics to the ballad "Scarborough Fair", Werlin tells the story of Lucy, a seventeen year old girl whose family has been cursed with the promise of eventual madness. In order to break the curse and free her unborn child from this curse, Lucy must complete the three impossible tasks enumerated in the song: make a magical shirt without any seam or needlework, find an acre of land between the salt water and the sea strand,  plow it with just a goat's horn and sow it with one grain of corn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is an interesting premise. Although the setting and characters are contemporary, the reader must be willing to suspend belief and enter into the world of fantasy and romance. But if you're willing to do that, it makes a wonderful 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/8028272280665103465-21881986791916734?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/21881986791916734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=21881986791916734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/21881986791916734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/21881986791916734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/10/impossible.html' title='Impossible'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SON94OJ2MpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3vM7L76AsV8/s72-c/impossible_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-6799154788694676083</id><published>2008-07-15T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:21.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handcuffs by Bethany Griffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SIDNhUOp95I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0I6tmtHjmIg/s1600-h/handcuffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224401539999332242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SIDNhUOp95I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0I6tmtHjmIg/s200/handcuffs.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parker is called the ice princess - she tries to hold herself apart from the rest of the students in her high school. But one student uses her blog to bully and shame her. Trouble in school, trouble with her boyfriend, trouble at home - who is she and what does she want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-6799154788694676083?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6799154788694676083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=6799154788694676083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/6799154788694676083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/6799154788694676083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/nailed-by-bethany-griffin.html' title='Handcuffs by Bethany Griffin'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SIDNhUOp95I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0I6tmtHjmIg/s72-c/handcuffs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-6007459307415530925</id><published>2008-07-14T15:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:21.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Brightness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SHut4ecILrI/AAAAAAAAALE/fw28imIfVmg/s1600-h/absolute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222959378621542066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SHut4ecILrI/AAAAAAAAALE/fw28imIfVmg/s200/absolute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absolute Brightness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by James Lucesne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leonard Pelkey comes to live with Phoebe, Deirdre, and their divorced mother. This strange boy enters into their lives and the lives of the people in the small New Jersey town of Neptune and they begin to see themselves in new ways. Suddenly Leonard disppears. As Phoebe and her family search for him, they make discoveries about their family, their friends and themselves that cause them all to wonder what evil is.  What is darkness and what is light and what is absolute brightness?  A story worth reading and rereading.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-6007459307415530925?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6007459307415530925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=6007459307415530925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/6007459307415530925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/6007459307415530925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Absolute Brightness'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SHut4ecILrI/AAAAAAAAALE/fw28imIfVmg/s72-c/absolute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-7868429257248247117</id><published>2008-07-02T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:27:26.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing Heaven by Elizabeth Scott</title><content type='html'>Danielle and her mother move from town to town, never staying anywhere, never having a home.  Her mother is a thief, specializing in stealing silver from rich people's homes, and that is what she is raising Danielle to be.  Until they reach a town called Heaven, where for the first time, Danielle meets people who want to be her friends and has a place she wants to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-7868429257248247117?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7868429257248247117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=7868429257248247117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7868429257248247117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7868429257248247117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/stealing-heaven-by-elizabeth-scott.html' title='Stealing Heaven by Elizabeth Scott'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-8032377427497968564</id><published>2008-07-01T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:09:00.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Box by Julie Schumacher</title><content type='html'>What happens to a family when a teenager is diagnosed with depression?  How do the different family members deal?  This short book is the story of one family, and two sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-8032377427497968564?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8032377427497968564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=8032377427497968564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8032377427497968564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8032377427497968564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-box-by-julie-schumacher.html' title='Black Box by Julie Schumacher'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5977686668609071343</id><published>2008-06-23T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:51:53.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saga by Conor Kostick</title><content type='html'>This is a sequel to Epic.  Saga is the name of a world founded by humans hundreds of years ago as a game - but the game evolved and turned into a real world.  Then the humans of new earth access it as players, brought in by Saga's ruler, the Dark Queen, in a bid for immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-5977686668609071343?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5977686668609071343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5977686668609071343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5977686668609071343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5977686668609071343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/saga-by-conor-kostick.html' title='Saga by Conor Kostick'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-4084416224643371945</id><published>2008-06-23T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:49:54.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bog Child by Siobhan Dowd</title><content type='html'>Fergus is digging for peat with his uncle when he discovers a body in the bog.  His life is already in turmoil, as is life in Ireland in the 1980s - he is sitting for his examinations for a place in university, his brother is a hunger striker in prison, his father and uncle favor the Irish nationalists and his mother is trying to keep the family whole.  Enter a girl named Cora and her mother, who stay with his family while studying the body which seems to speak to Fergus in his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has a great sense of place and time, describing recent history in a reachable manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-4084416224643371945?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4084416224643371945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=4084416224643371945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4084416224643371945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4084416224643371945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/bog-child-by-siobhan-dowd.html' title='Bog Child by Siobhan Dowd'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-7192727688724647474</id><published>2008-06-20T14:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:22.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock and Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SFv-W9PACEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/orqOHhXxtyM/s1600-h/LockAndKey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214040663959537730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SFv-W9PACEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/orqOHhXxtyM/s200/LockAndKey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lock and Key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The only life Ruby has known is the strange existance with her mother: always on the move, never asking for or offering help, never developing any close relationships.  Ruby's life changes and her perceptions are quesitons when  her mother suddenly decides to abandon Ruby. Many interesting questions are explored in this book: Can you really wipe the slate clean, turn your back on everything, and start a new life? Is it as easy to accept help as to offer help? What does it mean to be a family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A sweet story.  Many interesting characters and even more interesting ideas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-7192727688724647474?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7192727688724647474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=7192727688724647474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7192727688724647474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7192727688724647474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/lock-and-key.html' title='Lock and Key'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SFv-W9PACEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/orqOHhXxtyM/s72-c/LockAndKey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5021595649294225960</id><published>2008-06-16T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:41:21.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Know of Heaven by Jacquelyn Mitchard</title><content type='html'>I sat down and read this in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls, best friends who look alike are in a car accident.  One dies - and the other is so severely injured she is unrecognizable.  Which one is dead?  And who is the brain injured girl lying in a coma?  A case of mistaken identity tears families and friends apart as the survivor slowly rehabilitates after a brain injury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-5021595649294225960?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5021595649294225960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5021595649294225960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5021595649294225960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5021595649294225960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-we-know-of-heaven-by-jacquelyn.html' title='All We Know of Heaven by Jacquelyn Mitchard'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-660755518644896565</id><published>2008-06-02T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:21:55.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise Over Fallujah by Walter Dean Myers</title><content type='html'>A young man from Harlem joins the army, against his family's wishes, and finds himself in Iraq in 2003 as part of a civil affairs unit.  He works on figuring out why he is there, why there is war and who the good and bad guys are while trying to stay alive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Perry, the young man, is the nephew of Richie Perry, the protagonist of Myer's Fallen Angels.  I didn't find this book as terrifying as Fallen Angels - but it is current, and for kids who think Viet Nam is ancient history, the story of a young soldier in a confusing war is very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-660755518644896565?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/660755518644896565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=660755518644896565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/660755518644896565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/660755518644896565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunrise-over-fallujah-by-walter-dean.html' title='Sunrise Over Fallujah by Walter Dean Myers'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-90379861071175018</id><published>2008-05-30T12:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:22.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kentucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illegal immigrant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Slow Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SEAspnpzArI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I0HDA0BurtM/s1600-h/slowstorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206210262770844338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SEAspnpzArI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I0HDA0BurtM/s200/slowstorm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SEAshXpzAqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Hn_tRkJQqGg/s1600-h/slow+storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow Storm&lt;/strong&gt; by Danica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nogorodoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the watercolor cover of this book, which sets the mood for an story of connection, choice and chance. When a tornado touches down in Kentucky and lightening strikes a barn filled with race horses, the lives of a firefighter Ursa and an illegal immigrant Rafi connect in an unusual way. A haunting story of longing. A haunting story of home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-90379861071175018?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/90379861071175018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=90379861071175018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/90379861071175018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/90379861071175018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/slow-storm.html' title='Slow Storm'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SEAspnpzArI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I0HDA0BurtM/s72-c/slowstorm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-761221779589935982</id><published>2008-05-30T12:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:22.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SEAoR3pzApI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GZia2m2n0Hs/s1600-h/life+sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206205456702440082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SEAoR3pzApI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GZia2m2n0Hs/s200/life+sucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life Sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Jessica Abel, Gabe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Soria&lt;/span&gt;, and Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pleece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is hard for Dave, who works the graveyard shift at a convenience store, dealing with his friends who stop by for "free" beer and dreaming about the Goth girl who frequently stops by with her friends. Readers soon realize that things are even more difficult for Dave. He has been bitten by his boss and against his principles, is now a vampire. Dave bravely attempts to fight against his fate by drinking only bottled plasma from the local blood bank and developing a relationship with the girl of his dreams. Can he make this work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was reading this book on the train without my glasses, and it was tough going with the small print. However, I was determined to find out what happens, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;persevered&lt;/span&gt;, in spite of some serious eyestrain and a headache. Very interesting ending.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-761221779589935982?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/761221779589935982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=761221779589935982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/761221779589935982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/761221779589935982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SEAoR3pzApI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GZia2m2n0Hs/s72-c/life+sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-7491355005657614655</id><published>2008-05-24T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:57:07.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart</title><content type='html'>Frankie is a student at an exclusive boarding school.  Her boyfriend, Matthew, is a member of a secret, male-only society which has existed at the school for generations.  Frankie wants to be included, or at least not be treated like a cute little accessory.  Tired of being lied to and left out, she infiltrates the group and directs them in pranking the school administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I would like this one as much as I did.  I am still thinking about Frankie, trying to figure out who she is and how responsible she really was for actions others agreed to take without coercion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-7491355005657614655?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7491355005657614655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=7491355005657614655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7491355005657614655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7491355005657614655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/disreputable-history-of-frankie-landau.html' title='The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5371200706920521358</id><published>2008-05-21T12:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:38:13.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-5371200706920521358?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5371200706920521358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5371200706920521358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5371200706920521358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5371200706920521358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/volunteer-bood-buddies-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5263035716421621119</id><published>2008-05-21T12:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:16:14.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cory doctorow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hackers'/><title type='text'>Little Brother by Cory Doctorow</title><content type='html'>Wrong place, wrong time - when Marcus is rounded up by the Department of Homeland Security after a terrorist attack on San Francisco, his refusal to unlock his cell phone makes them think he's a terrorist - no rights, no access to justice. After he's released, it looks like all of the city is being treated as an enemy combatant - random security checks and constant surveillance is becoming a way of life, and the adults in Marcus's life want to believe that it's "for the greater good" and that "if you're not doing anything wrong, you won't have anything to hide." Marcus knows there's something wrong going on, and he sets out to use his cryptography and hacking skills to bring DHS's activities to light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an adventure story mixed with healthy doses of coming-of-age and how-to. Doctorow writes a believable, engaging story populated with realistic characters and well-explained tech. You learn a lot while reading this, but you don't feel lectured to, and Marcus is an excellent guide to modern techno-culture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-5263035716421621119?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5263035716421621119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5263035716421621119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5263035716421621119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5263035716421621119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-brother-by-cory-doctorow.html' title='Little Brother by Cory Doctorow'/><author><name>Lorraine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483076911078473712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BE93_gig8nw/SXTBZCnsawI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DcmzOt3LzVA/S220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-8758709102369125220</id><published>2008-05-19T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:45:59.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Runemarks by Joanne Harris</title><content type='html'>Maddy is born with a runemark - a magical kind of birthmark.  Turns out she is the granddaughter of Odin, and one of a new generation of Norse gods.  The book tells Maddy's story as she attempts to save Odin from death and prevent the destruction of the nine worlds of Norse mythology by a new religious order that wants to take the old gods down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mention of an as-yet unknown brother probably indicates a sequel to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is 526 pages long, and does not move quickly.  The Norse gods and the townfolk are all given distinct personalities and many of their disagreements and ill feelings towards each other are alluded to or described.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-8758709102369125220?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8758709102369125220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=8758709102369125220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8758709102369125220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8758709102369125220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/runemarks-by-joanne-harris.html' title='Runemarks by Joanne Harris'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-8485490316813171809</id><published>2008-05-13T16:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:22.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCn5GyZK8FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aXUxVTH57KY/s1600-h/hunger+games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199961139777826898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCn5GyZK8FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aXUxVTH57KY/s200/hunger+games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;by Suzanne Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The latest trilogy from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Underlander&lt;/span&gt; series author of the  begins with &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt;. Set in the future where the national sport is a televised form of gladiator/survivor, young teens compete to the death. Sixteen year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Katniss&lt;/span&gt; offers to take her younger sister's place in this year's "games." She must use her physical ability, cunning, and judgement to decide whom she can trust and whom she must kill. The book contains death, violence, and a great surprise. I'm looking forward to the next volumes in the 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/8028272280665103465-8485490316813171809?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8485490316813171809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=8485490316813171809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8485490316813171809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8485490316813171809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/hunger-games.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCn5GyZK8FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/aXUxVTH57KY/s72-c/hunger+games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-1713156955925985007</id><published>2008-05-13T14:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:22.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are the Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCncHyZK8EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gtfrj7RIdd8/s1600-h/we+are+the+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199929271120490562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCncHyZK8EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gtfrj7RIdd8/s200/we+are+the+ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Are the Ship: The Story of Negro League Baseball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kadir&lt;/span&gt; Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A history of Negro League baseball told through the eyes of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fictitious&lt;/span&gt; team player, this book is brimming with information. However the strength of this book is the illustrations. The images are so real, so powerful and so compelling that you are immediately drawn in. I loved poring over the pages, learning more about each player as a viewed the strong images of outstanding athletes. The narrative sparkles in some spots and seems a like a tedious list of names, dates, and events in other places. The author has carefully researched his subject that includes end notes, an index, and other documentation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-1713156955925985007?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1713156955925985007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=1713156955925985007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/1713156955925985007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/1713156955925985007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-ship.html' title='We Are the Ship'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCncHyZK8EI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gtfrj7RIdd8/s72-c/we+are+the+ship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-2659343149215379518</id><published>2008-05-13T14:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:22.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze Frame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCnaPyZK8DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tc2RrGv2uqg/s1600-h/freeze+frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199927209536188466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCnaPyZK8DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tc2RrGv2uqg/s200/freeze+frame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freeze Frame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  by Heidi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ayarbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kyle and his best friend Jason are in the shed when a gun goes off and Jason is dead. What happened? Kyle can't remember and searches for answers as he attempts to create a "movie" of that moment in the shed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; first person narrative that had me in it's grip from the start and it never let up. Powerful story!&lt;br /&gt;Note: I liked the relationship that Kyle has with Mr. Cordoba the librarian. It was a refreshing change from the standard brief scene, "kid goes to the library to look up information" that appears in most YA books. Bouquets to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ayarbe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-2659343149215379518?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2659343149215379518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=2659343149215379518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2659343149215379518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2659343149215379518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/freeze-frame.html' title='Freeze Frame'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/SCnaPyZK8DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tc2RrGv2uqg/s72-c/freeze+frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-7220804203824223697</id><published>2008-05-12T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:55:38.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Never Evers by Shana Burg</title><content type='html'>Addie is 12 when being black in Mississippi hits her with full force.  Until then, she has lived in the protection of her family in a small Mississippi town.  But that year, Medgar Evers is murdered, four girls die in a church fire and Addie's uncle Bump is charged with a crime he did not commit.  Addie also learns that this is not the first time racism has affected her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book places the readers solidly in the the early '60s.  In the first part of the book, the author stresses what it was like in the segregated South.  The stressed relationships between the races are clearly drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author includes historical notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-7220804203824223697?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7220804203824223697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=7220804203824223697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7220804203824223697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7220804203824223697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/thousand-never-evers-by-shana-burg.html' title='A Thousand Never Evers by Shana Burg'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-2157698023166474995</id><published>2008-05-07T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:17:24.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakehead by Ann Halam</title><content type='html'>A retelling of the story of Perseus, Andromeda and the Medusa. Andromeda, a brilliant scholar, is to be sacrificed to the sea god.   Perseus must conquer the Medusa before he can save Andromeda and his war-torn country.  This retelling mixes in some modern elements.  For example, when Perseus goes to meet his father Zeus, it is on a modern-day yacht.  Halam also uses elements of other Greek myths to move her story along - Andromeda and Perseus are given a lift by Jason and the Argonauts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-2157698023166474995?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2157698023166474995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=2157698023166474995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2157698023166474995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2157698023166474995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/snakehead-by-ann-halam.html' title='Snakehead by Ann Halam'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-3111819867645835048</id><published>2008-04-28T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:47:40.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Curse Dark as Gold by Elizabeth C. Bunce</title><content type='html'>Names have power.  Knowing Rumplestiltskin's name allowed the miller's daughter to keep her child - we all know that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a version of a similar story, set in England about 200 years ago.  After her father's death, a bargain with a mysterious, ghostly figure allows Charlotte Miller to keep her family's mill going.  But the mill seems to have a mind of its own.  Charlotte knows she needs to set things right, and must figure out how to save the mill, the village and her own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a well-written, detailed fairy tale, although the family connections seem a bit convoluted in the last chapter where everything winds together.  Fans of retold tales should enjoy the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-3111819867645835048?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3111819867645835048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=3111819867645835048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3111819867645835048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3111819867645835048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/curse-dark-as-gold-by-elizabeth-c-bunce.html' title='A Curse Dark as Gold by Elizabeth C. Bunce'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-8494977341491511185</id><published>2008-04-16T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:29:51.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The London Eye Mystery by Siobhan Dowd</title><content type='html'>Someone gives Salim a ticket for the London Eye (a huge Ferris wheel in London).  His cousins Ted and Kat see him get on - but he doesn't get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can Salim be?  The police are called in, but the adults don't seem to be solving the crime.  Ted, with his "special brain", comes up with some possible solutions to the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This well-written mystery is by the author of last year's &lt;em&gt;Swift Pure Cry&lt;/em&gt;.  One of the main characters suffers from an unspecified syndrome which he says makes him think "differently" (the descriptions make it sound like Aspergers).  The resolution of the mystery may be too easily wrapped up for adult readers, but for the younger teens, it's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-8494977341491511185?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8494977341491511185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=8494977341491511185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8494977341491511185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8494977341491511185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/london-eye-mystery-by-siobhan-dowd.html' title='The London Eye Mystery by Siobhan Dowd'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-2519493098336179621</id><published>2008-04-14T15:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:23.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Excellent Year: A Novel of Love, Mary Poppins &amp; Fenway Park by Steve Kluger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id55"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NpmPs7LNY/SAO3MGjoabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aoRFkZbqOWA/s1600-h/my+most+excellent+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189192614207318450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L9NpmPs7LNY/SAO3MGjoabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aoRFkZbqOWA/s320/my+most+excellent+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the basic summary.. but it is SO much more than this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meet T.C., who is valiantly attempting to get Alejandra to fall in love with him; Alejandra, who is playing hard to get and is busy trying to sashay out from under the responsibilities of being a diplomat’s daughter; and T.C.’s brother Augie, who is gay and in love and everyone knows it but him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just finished reading this wonderfully inspiring book and could not put it down from the moment I picked it up. Steve Kluger truly captures all of the emotions in the three main characters, their coming of age, and there are moments in this story that will have you laughing out loud, standing up and cheering and breaking down and crying. Written by the three main characters in the form of a paper for their 11th grade English class, the novel documnets their&lt;br /&gt;"most excellent year" which was their freshman year of high school. If you are a lover of baseball, theatre and old movies, you will truly enjoy this novel. I can't wait to see what Steve Kluger has up his sleeves next. Oh and just be sure you have a couple tissues handy while your reading! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Joanne Albano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Commack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-2519493098336179621?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2519493098336179621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=2519493098336179621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2519493098336179621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2519493098336179621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-most-excellent-year-novel-of-love.html' title='My Most Excellent Year: A Novel of Love, Mary Poppins &amp; Fenway Park by Steve Kluger'/><author><name>cplteenlibrarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06503886211873034547</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/_L9NpmPs7LNY/SAO3MGjoabI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aoRFkZbqOWA/s72-c/my+most+excellent+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5715812116297773206</id><published>2008-04-14T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:31:37.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Juliet by Suzanne Selfors</title><content type='html'>Mimi wants to be a doctor, not an actress.  But Shakespearian theater is the family tradition, and her mother is forcing her to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She receives a pendant, supposedly containing ashes from Shakespeare's quill, as a gift. Mimi finds herself transported to the Verona of Romeo and Juliet, stuck between the feuding Capulets and Montegues.  But Mimi is determined to do what she can to make sure that the story of Romeo and Juliet has a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick lit with a twist, incorporating a little bit of magic and time travel.  Both the female main characters, today's New York City girl and yesterday's heroine of Verona, get their guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-5715812116297773206?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5715812116297773206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5715812116297773206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5715812116297773206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5715812116297773206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/saving-juliet-by-suzanne-selfors.html' title='Saving Juliet by Suzanne Selfors'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-2834591828397200844</id><published>2008-04-10T09:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:32:00.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Airman by Eoin Colfer</title><content type='html'>Conor witnesses the murder of the king, and is thrown in prison as a traitor. He is kept in the lunatic wing and sent to mine diamonds on a prison island. He believes his family must hate him. Only his dreams of flying keep him going until he manages to escape. Then he must use his flying machines to save the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fast-paced adventure features inventions, princesses, murder, duplicity, danger, martial arts and swordplay.  The main character not only survives, he achieves his dreams and rescues a kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-2834591828397200844?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2834591828397200844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=2834591828397200844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2834591828397200844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2834591828397200844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/airman-by-eoin-colfer.html' title='Airman by Eoin Colfer'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-4914240539599670693</id><published>2008-04-08T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:23.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIKiWEtqDyM/R_u-f6UFQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ztFiEFTvc7U/s1600-h/unspoken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186948851285967266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIKiWEtqDyM/R_u-f6UFQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ztFiEFTvc7U/s320/unspoken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="unspoken" name="unspoken"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Fahy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Five years ago, 11-year old Allison and five friends burned Jacob Crawley's cult compound to the ground in order to escape his tyranny and abuse. Now, Allison returns to Meridian, North Carolina for the funeral of one of the six who died in a supposed drowning accident.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, Harold's body was found 30 miles away from any body of water. And now, one by one, Allison's friends are being gruesomely murdered and mutilated and it is up to Allison to find out who is behind the killings. Or, is Jacob's prophecy coming true from five years ago; that each teen would die of their worst fear in five years?&lt;br /&gt;This is a fabulous read if you like thrillers and gore. Similar to Friday the 13th movies, this book involves a camp (compound), friends disappearing one by one, and a psychopath on the loose killing in the most demonic fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Lori Ludlow, Babylon Public Library&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-4914240539599670693?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4914240539599670693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=4914240539599670693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4914240539599670693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4914240539599670693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/unspoken-thomas-fahy-five-years-ago-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><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/_SIKiWEtqDyM/R_u-f6UFQaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ztFiEFTvc7U/s72-c/unspoken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5864683912354740139</id><published>2008-03-28T16:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:23.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1W_3pkrJI/AAAAAAAAADM/HxUS-BCD4rs/s1600-h/missing+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182894401443376274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1W_3pkrJI/AAAAAAAAADM/HxUS-BCD4rs/s200/missing+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Missing Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Norma Fox Mazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A family of five sisters: Beauty, Mim, Faithful (who has changed her name to Stevie), Fancy, and Autumn lead a somewhat dysfunctional life in a home where dad is disabled and has lost his job. Told through the alternating voices of three sisters, we learn about the stresses in their personal and  collective lives. A narrator brings us into the mind of the deranged man who stalks them  and the terror that eventually comes into this family. We learn how each girl copes with the kidnapping that takes place and the effect this has on the family. I thought the individual voices of each girl were well-defined and the the mind of the predator was terrifying. I kept thinking, how could someone even imagine his thoughts!&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/8028272280665103465-5864683912354740139?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5864683912354740139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5864683912354740139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5864683912354740139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5864683912354740139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-girl.html' title='The Missing Girl'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1W_3pkrJI/AAAAAAAAADM/HxUS-BCD4rs/s72-c/missing+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-1401316845167241402</id><published>2008-03-28T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:23.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeybee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1TOnpkrII/AAAAAAAAADE/MVNmJutIvDo/s1600-h/honeybee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182890256799935618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1TOnpkrII/AAAAAAAAADE/MVNmJutIvDo/s200/honeybee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honeybee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Naomi Shihab Nye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This collection of poems and prose deals with many of Nye's views on social issues, the environment, religion, her poetry, family, and politics. I personally enjoyed many of her thoughtful reflections on life. "Museum" was funny and thought-provoking. Every librarian and book lover should read "Before I Read the Kite Runner". If you have heard her speak, you may have heard the genesis for "Accuracy" and "Gate A-4". While I loved these poems, I had a hard time picturing the teen audience who would understand and enjoy them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-1401316845167241402?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1401316845167241402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=1401316845167241402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/1401316845167241402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/1401316845167241402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/honeybee.html' title='Honeybee'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1TOnpkrII/AAAAAAAAADE/MVNmJutIvDo/s72-c/honeybee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-7841882399736362384</id><published>2008-03-28T15:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:23.504-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming of age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>How to Build a House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1NVXpkrHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kZu4c2Ge-M0/s1600-h/how+to+build+a+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182883775694285938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1NVXpkrHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kZu4c2Ge-M0/s200/how+to+build+a+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Build a House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Dana Reinhardt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Harper is a young girl whose family has fallen apart, and not for the first time. Her mother died when she was two years old.  When her father married Jane four years later, she built a close relationship with Jane and her daughter Tess.  Now Jane and Tess have moved out and Harper's relationship with long time friend Gabriel has deteriorated into something Harper can't understand.  Harper decides to leave it all and spend a summer in Tennessee, as part of a youth project to rebuild a home devastated by a tornado. As Harper learns to build a home, she also begins to understand how to build and rebuild relationships.  I liked this sweet little 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/8028272280665103465-7841882399736362384?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7841882399736362384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=7841882399736362384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7841882399736362384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/7841882399736362384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-to-build-house.html' title='How to Build a House'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-1NVXpkrHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kZu4c2Ge-M0/s72-c/how+to+build+a+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-3984144212692710406</id><published>2008-03-28T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:56:53.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake by Lisa McMann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="Wake" name="Wake"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***Ever wish you could get inside somebody else's head?  Wonder what they're thinking about?  Wonder what they're dreaming about?  Well, Janie actually can.  Janie doesn't have dreams of her own.  She falls into others people's dreams whenever she is near enough to someone that is sleeping. She is like a voyeur, watching the dreams, unable to escape them.&lt;br /&gt;When she has a sleepover at home, she finds out that Melinda has a crush on Carrie, and that Carrie was somehow involved in a young boy's drowning.  During study hall and in the library at school, when other students are napping, she sees their sexual fantasies, their stress over public speaking (everyone is in their underwear dream), and their nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this ability is more a curse than fun and games, because every time Janie comes out of someone's dream, she is left sick and exhausted. Then one day, she's in someone else's dream by herself.  It's not her dream, but no one else is there! This is a new experience for Janie.  How can she have fallen into someone else's dream alone?  She's alone with a hideous monster that has knives for fingers!  Then another Janie steps out of the Janie in the dream. But before the monster can attack Janie, it turns into a boy from school. And later, Cabel is able to talk to Janie in his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Wake is another easy read with few chapters but many short sections. The story is told in the third person.  All the characters are easily likeable. Janie and her two closest friends, Carrie and Cabel, are pretty much parent-less, but are still pretty decent people.&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy Wake, stay tuned for the next installment of Janie's life, where she learns how to help people in their dreams, in FADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Lori Ludlow/Babylon Public Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-3984144212692710406?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3984144212692710406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=3984144212692710406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3984144212692710406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3984144212692710406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/wake-by-lisa-mcmann.html' title='Wake by Lisa McMann'/><author><name>Lori</name><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-8028272280665103465.post-694143103884914377</id><published>2008-03-24T14:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:32:30.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone by Michael Grant</title><content type='html'>It's a normal day in Perdido Beach, California.  Then, suddenly, everyone over the age of 14 disappears.  Only children, aged thirteen and under remain, and some of them have developed supernatural powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without the adults, there could be chaos.  Who will take care of the infants, where will necessities such as food come from?  And, perhaps most important, who will be in charge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book sets forth a "what-if" situation regarding a nuclear accident, but gives it a science-fiction treatment.  The struggle for control of the town is intense, and a little reminiscent of Lord of the Flies.  The characters are well-drawn, and there is a lot of action, made more intense by the characters' strengthening superpowers, such as speed, shooting fire and the ability to teleport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending leaves room for a sequel, with the leading good and bad guys still around, and the situation unresolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-694143103884914377?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/694143103884914377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=694143103884914377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/694143103884914377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/694143103884914377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/gone-by-michael-grant.html' title='Gone by Michael Grant'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-3113963744893851707</id><published>2008-03-18T16:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:23.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><title type='text'>The Fold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id76"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-AqUReZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jmPZK1DbOjQ/s1600-h/the+fold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179186099252717458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-AqUReZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jmPZK1DbOjQ/s200/the+fold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Fold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by An Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joyce is a girl on a mission: she wants John Ford &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (JFK) to notice her. After several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; attempts shes is offered a new solution: her aunt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; offers her the opportunity to have plastic surgery to create a more western and "beautiful" look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id78"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This book is filled with humorous incidents: the dinner at the family restaurant where she tries to impress John Ford &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the yearbook signing poke fun at Joyce's self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absorption&lt;/span&gt;. But underlying messages of self image, cultural identity, and family loyalty are also gently explored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id77"&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/8028272280665103465-3113963744893851707?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3113963744893851707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=3113963744893851707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3113963744893851707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3113963744893851707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/fold.html' title='The Fold'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R-AqUReZZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jmPZK1DbOjQ/s72-c/the+fold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5651009984025715803</id><published>2008-03-10T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:25:35.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers by</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Leftovers&lt;/strong&gt; by Laura Weiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leftovers-Laura-Wiess/dp/1416546626/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1205177040&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leftovers-Laura-Wiess/dp/1416546626/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1205177040&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Blair and Ardith are 14-year-old best friends. Neither has a happy home life, but they have each other to confide in. Blair’s parents are pretty much absent in her life. She is left alone except when her mother is practically pimping Blair out to all her perfect-society upper-echelon friend’s sons in the hopes of climbing the corporate ladder and becoming a judge. Ardith is never alone, as her home is the party house of the block. Both her parents and older brother are alcoholics. Every night is a party with Ardith’s brother’s friends staying the night, having sex in the pool, and pawing her every chance they get. She must hide in her room behind a locked door when she’s home. Her parents don’t care, noting that “boys will be boys”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far do these girls have to be pushed before finally striking back? And when they strike back, are the repercussions worth their manipulative ways? Do the ends justify the means? Do they really win in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is told alternately by Ardith and Blair. However, it is not until late in the story that you find out to whom they’re telling their story. Should this person spill the beans or keep their secret? Would anything good come of telling their story to the police or should they all remain silent?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-5651009984025715803?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5651009984025715803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5651009984025715803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5651009984025715803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5651009984025715803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/leftovers-by.html' title='Leftovers by'/><author><name>Lori</name><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-8028272280665103465.post-8227939833999225009</id><published>2008-03-10T14:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:34:56.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Witched by Frances Hardinge</title><content type='html'>Three friends are short busfare, and take some coins from a wishing well. The witch of the well demands that they fulfill the wishes made by the people who threw those coins in the well. But should all wishes be granted? Sometimes people don't realize what they're really wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the teens decide that this must stop - the third decides he enjoys having extra power and wants more.  But none of the characters are greatly developed and the story jumps around as they find people with wishes.  Some research done by one of the characters tells us that the story is based on a legend about Mother Leathertongue, a demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeri Cohen, Patchogue-Medford Library&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-8227939833999225009?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8227939833999225009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=8227939833999225009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8227939833999225009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8227939833999225009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-witched-by-frances-hardinge.html' title='Well Witched by Frances Hardinge'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5509892121451428612</id><published>2008-02-28T09:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:24.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R8bF8HhTfRI/AAAAAAAAACs/ooIxJHr6aTc/s1600-h/trouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172038858683153682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R8bF8HhTfRI/AAAAAAAAACs/ooIxJHr6aTc/s200/trouble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trouble&lt;/em&gt; by Gary Schmidt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you enjoyed &lt;em&gt;Wednesday Wars&lt;/em&gt;, here is a new Gary Schmidt treasure for you to enjoy. This story has the feeling of a tale, told by a master storyteller. Henry lives with his family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blythbury&lt;/span&gt;-by-the-Sea, a home built far enough away from Trouble, that Trouble can never find it. However, one day Trouble comes. His older brother Franklin is hit by a pickup truck whose owner is a young Cambodian refugee. The town &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seethes&lt;/span&gt; with Trouble in the form of anger, grief, and racial tension. Henry decides to take the trip to Mt. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Katahdin&lt;/span&gt; that he and Franklin had originally planned together. A beautiful tale of friendship, pain, and acceptance. I loved it!&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/8028272280665103465-5509892121451428612?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5509892121451428612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5509892121451428612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5509892121451428612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5509892121451428612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/02/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R8bF8HhTfRI/AAAAAAAAACs/ooIxJHr6aTc/s72-c/trouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-1536942009784571086</id><published>2008-02-19T12:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:24.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kephart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>House of Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R7sVYXhTfQI/AAAAAAAAACk/yJx7kZp9JlI/s1600-h/house+of+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168748505712524546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R7sVYXhTfQI/AAAAAAAAACk/yJx7kZp9JlI/s200/house+of+dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;House of Dance&lt;/em&gt; by Beth Kephart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;From the author of &lt;em&gt;Undercover &lt;/em&gt;comes a sweet story of Rosie, a girl whose father has left and whose mother has become preoccupied with another man. During Rosie's fifteenth summer, she learns that her grandfather is dying. Rosie spends her days with him, sorting through his home and his memories and her nights learning ballroom dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A tender story of love and reconciliation. Bring your handerchief!&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/8028272280665103465-1536942009784571086?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1536942009784571086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=1536942009784571086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/1536942009784571086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/1536942009784571086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/02/house-of-dance.html' title='House of Dance'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R7sVYXhTfQI/AAAAAAAAACk/yJx7kZp9JlI/s72-c/house+of+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-3722015327961938501</id><published>2008-02-04T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:24.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opposite of Invisible by Liz Gallagher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6dMhOOQT3I/AAAAAAAAABk/xaSjIiJQb6Q/s1600-h/opposite+of+invisible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163179631440842610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6dMhOOQT3I/AAAAAAAAABk/xaSjIiJQb6Q/s200/opposite+of+invisible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Opposite of Invisible&lt;/em&gt; stars Alice, who lives in the background of her school with her best friend Jewel (Julian), who she’s known since they were toddlers. They spend all their time together, sharing their sense of humor and jokes against the school’s in-crowd. Both are content being invisible to their classmates until Simon, of the football in-crowd begins noticing Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and Jewel plan on attending the Bloodbath (Hallowe’en dance) as a joke, but when Simon asks Alice to be his date, it’s no longer a joke. Simon is so hot. And really nice; not like his jock friends. But, what’s with Jewel? Since when is he so proprietary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides dating Simon, Alice is also making new friends. One of them is even a cheerleader! Who’d have thought cheerleaders were real people too? Alice is no longer invisible. She is trying new clothes, letting her hair down (literally), and making new friends. Where does this leave Jewel, who now seems to be dating Vanessa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice has to choose between her best friend and her boyfriend; her former life and her new life. Will Jewel be by her side for whatever she decides?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Written  by Lori&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/8028272280665103465-3722015327961938501?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3722015327961938501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=3722015327961938501' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3722015327961938501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3722015327961938501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/02/opposite-of-invisible-by-liz-gallagher.html' title='The Opposite of Invisible by Liz Gallagher'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6dMhOOQT3I/AAAAAAAAABk/xaSjIiJQb6Q/s72-c/opposite+of+invisible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-4363972563161529826</id><published>2008-01-30T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:24.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Black Rabbit Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6DBouOQT2I/AAAAAAAAABY/IFh27DpdP54/s1600-h/black+rabbit+summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161338078313336674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6DBouOQT2I/AAAAAAAAABY/IFh27DpdP54/s200/black+rabbit+summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Rabbit Summer&lt;/em&gt; by Kevin Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brooks has created a gritty mystery. A group of childhood friends get together one last time. The night becomes filled with past regrets and rivalries, drugs, strange new relationships, and mysterious appearances and disappearances. By the next day, one girl is dead and fingers are pointed at Pete, the son of a police officer. The mystery takes some very weird twists and turns. What is real? What is imaged? This book left me hanging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-4363972563161529826?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4363972563161529826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=4363972563161529826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4363972563161529826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4363972563161529826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-rabbit-summer.html' title='Black Rabbit Summer'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6DBouOQT2I/AAAAAAAAABY/IFh27DpdP54/s72-c/black+rabbit+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-2682356584341997752</id><published>2008-01-30T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:25.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school life'/><title type='text'>What They Always Tell Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6C_5OOQT1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/xt6B1dlSC4c/s1600-h/WhatTheyAlways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161336162757922642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6C_5OOQT1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/xt6B1dlSC4c/s200/WhatTheyAlways.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What They Always Tell Us&lt;/em&gt; by Martin Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First time author Martin Wilson has created a wonderful story of two brothers: Alex, a high school junior and James, a senior. Alex has become estranged from his family and friends because of an "incident". With touching realism, Wilson recounts Alex's struggle to find his place in a world that doesn't understand him and James' struggle to understand himself and what it means to be a brother. Lots of well-drawn characters in this book. A great 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/8028272280665103465-2682356584341997752?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2682356584341997752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=2682356584341997752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2682356584341997752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/2682356584341997752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-they-always-tell-us.html' title='What They Always Tell Us'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6C_5OOQT1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/xt6B1dlSC4c/s72-c/WhatTheyAlways.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-3289403177180633176</id><published>2008-01-30T12:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:25.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><title type='text'>Up All Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6C7NeOQT0I/AAAAAAAAABI/EK3ob_jcjAU/s1600-h/UpAllNight+HC+c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161331013092134722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6C7NeOQT0I/AAAAAAAAABI/EK3ob_jcjAU/s200/UpAllNight+HC+c.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up All Night&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Short story collection by Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abrahams&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Libba&lt;/span&gt; Bray, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Levithan&lt;/span&gt;, Patricia McCormick, Sarah Weeks, Gene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luen&lt;/span&gt; Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This wonderful collection of short stories is based on a night in the life of six individuals, five teens and one monkey.  There is something for everyone in this collection: supernatural, realistic fiction, family relationships, friendships, even a comic!  One of my favorites was "Code Orange" by Patricia McCormick. This is the story of girl and her relationship with her mother's lecherous boyfriend. Told in the first person, you don't know her name, but can't help but admire her guts and her solution to the problem of Ed, the boyfriend.  The last sentence of "Not Just for Breakfast Anymore" is classic!  I am also very fond of the first story in the collection. "Phase 2" has such a great 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/8028272280665103465-3289403177180633176?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3289403177180633176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=3289403177180633176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3289403177180633176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/3289403177180633176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/01/up-all-night.html' title='Up All Night'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R6C7NeOQT0I/AAAAAAAAABI/EK3ob_jcjAU/s72-c/UpAllNight+HC+c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-876096011383922720</id><published>2008-01-28T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:25.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mythology'/><title type='text'>Runemarks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R55WoeOQTzI/AAAAAAAAABA/5dWb6_yQ3fo/s1600-h/runemarks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160657476320775986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R55WoeOQTzI/AAAAAAAAABA/5dWb6_yQ3fo/s200/runemarks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Runemarks by Joanne Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maddy Smith is born with a Runemark on her palm. When One-Eye, a mysterious traveler sees the mark, he knows that she is a girl of destiny. One-Eye sends Maddy on a quest into Red Horse Hill. Using magic, courage, and her own wits she must not only save herself, but her world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Based on Norse mythology, this is an epic adventure that is easy and fun to 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/8028272280665103465-876096011383922720?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/876096011383922720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=876096011383922720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/876096011383922720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/876096011383922720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/01/runemarks.html' title='Runemarks'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R55WoeOQTzI/AAAAAAAAABA/5dWb6_yQ3fo/s72-c/runemarks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-8652155394001720893</id><published>2008-01-16T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:25.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival'/><title type='text'>the dead and the gone by Susan Beth Pfeffer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HG4Dnda9IZE/R45qOE28G7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/83zBLkmw5yU/s1600-h/dead+and+the+gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HG4Dnda9IZE/R45qOE28G7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/83zBLkmw5yU/s200/dead+and+the+gone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156175413440682930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book parallels the story in Life as We Knew It.  Alex lives with his family in Manhattan, and is alone with his younger sisters when the moon is knocked out of its orbit, and storms, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions disrupt the earth and its atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to survive in the big city when your parents are missing, the world is freezing and food and heating oil are practically impossible to find?  Long Island is devastated, Queens must be evacuated, and Manhattan is slowly sinking.  Who gets the scarce resources that are available, and how do they get them?    -- Jeri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-8652155394001720893?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8652155394001720893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=8652155394001720893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8652155394001720893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/8652155394001720893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/01/dead-and-gone-by-susan-beth-pfeffer.html' title='the dead and the gone by Susan Beth Pfeffer'/><author><name>PML YA Yakkers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05663855204840564226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5558/2957/400/PatchogueMedfordLogo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HG4Dnda9IZE/R45qOE28G7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/83zBLkmw5yU/s72-c/dead+and+the+gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-4324242534879141645</id><published>2008-01-09T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:25.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school life'/><title type='text'>Spanking Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R4UL9cE6ttI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-hXXw--ozo/s1600-h/shakespeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153538498732144338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R4UL9cE6ttI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-hXXw--ozo/s200/shakespeare.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spanking Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt; by Jake Wizner 5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come on, if your parents had named you Shakespeare, what kind of chance would you have of being a successful teenager? Shakespeare Shapiro is a high school senior and he’s got problems. Other than his name, that is. He can’t get a girl (his younger brother has more experience with girls than he does); he has to write his senior memoir and essays for college; his parents are absolute freaks; and his best friend charts bowel movements for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This hysterically funny novel from first-time writer Jake Wizner, is told from Shakespeare’s point of view. It is the story of his woe- is- me life stemming from the day his parents named him. Each chapter of his memoir tells a funny anecdote from his life, with titles like: The Time My Parents Sent Me to a Camp Straight out of Lord of the Flies; The Time I Watched a Pornographic Movie with My Mentally Unstable Grandmother; The Time I Got Hit in the Face by a Baseball at a Yankees-Red Sox Game; and The Time I Visited a Sex Doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shakespeare is an easily likable character with a great self-deprecating sense of humor. And crazy as his parents are, they are fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A nice, light, and easy read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;posted by Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:jcattran@suffolk.lib.ny.us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-4324242534879141645?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4324242534879141645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=4324242534879141645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4324242534879141645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/4324242534879141645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/01/spanking-shakespeare.html' title='Spanking Shakespeare'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R4UL9cE6ttI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-hXXw--ozo/s72-c/shakespeare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028272280665103465.post-5163267941982654179</id><published>2008-01-08T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:29:25.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self image'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school life'/><title type='text'>Sweethearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R4Pt0sE6trI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ud7K36-Tgdk/s1600-h/sweethearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153223888082745010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R4Pt0sE6trI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ud7K36-Tgdk/s200/sweethearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zarr&lt;/span&gt;, author of &lt;em&gt;Story of a Girl, &lt;/em&gt;has created a wonderful story of identity, loss, and friendship. The story of Jennifer, an overweight and friendless young girl, who is befriend by Cameron. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; event binds them together and she is bereft when Cameron suddenly is gone. Jennifer moves, her mother remarries, and she remakes herself in "Jenn" the pretty, popular girl with a good-looking boyfriend. Jennifer must decide who she really is and who her true friends are. I loved this book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028272280665103465-5163267941982654179?l=sclsreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5163267941982654179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028272280665103465&amp;postID=5163267941982654179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5163267941982654179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028272280665103465/posts/default/5163267941982654179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sclsreads.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweethearts.html' title='Sweethearts'/><author><name>Barbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740132490344148539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/Ss23CmNs-uI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bZO7B_8eEx4/S220/Twitter+moon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__a7AQXZzA3o/R4Pt0sE6trI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ud7K36-Tgdk/s72-c/sweethearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
