Traduttore Deildre Mac Closkey
Casa editrice: Editorial SiF
Luci is in the hospital in coma because of an extasi overdose. This stops the lifes of hes friends that try to help her as well as face their own fears. Her best friend finally confronts her bulimia. A boy who is in love with her begins a desperate search for the dealer who sold her extasi in hoping that this will help with her recovery.
Explains many different ways that children can show they care.Mostra libro
Join red-headed orphan Anne Shirley and her wonderful adventures at Green Gables farm in this abridged retelling for younger readers. When Mr. Harrison moves next door, he soon clashes with Anne. Mr. Harrison is furious that Anne's cow keeps breaking into his field and eating his oats. When Anne discovers her cow has escaped again, she makes an impulsive decision-one that gets her into even deeper trouble! This tale is book 10 of 16 in the Anne of Green Gables Retold series, adapting these classic tales by L.M. Montgomery for readers aged 7+. Each book can be read as a stand-alone story and together they build to form a treasured library of Anne's early years.Mostra libro
When Jerusha Abbott, an eighteen-year-old girl living in an orphan asylum, was told that a mysterious millionaire had agreed to pay for her education, it was like a dream come true. For the first time in her life, she had someone she could pretend was "family." But everything was not perfect, for he chose to remain anonymous and asked that she only write him concerning her progress in school. Who was this mysterious gentleman and would Jerusha ever meet him?Mostra libro
From Antarctica’s biting katabatic gusts to Hawai‘i’s sweet-smelling moani, discover fourteen winds of the world through poetry and scientific facts. Lift your face to the breeze— let it bathe your cheeks sift through your hair tease your fingertips. In a dynamic collection of poems, Melanie Crowder and Megan Benedict explore the world’s winds, from Italy’s swaggering maestro to Libya’s fierce ghibli to Canada’s howling squamish. The poetic styles used reflect the characteristics and sometimes the location of each wind: Japan’s blustery oroshi is celebrated in haiku, for example, while the poem about Britain’s helm uses iambs in a nod toward the iambic pentameter of English sonnets. Sidebars relay the science behind how each wind forms, where it blows, and the weather systems it heralds. More meteorological details can be found in the back matter, which includes explorations of the origin of wind and how winds are named and a glossary.Mostra libro
Aliens and Nothing But Aliens - Nineteen Lost Sci-Fi Short Stories from the 1940s, 50s and 60sThe Fugitives by Malcolm B. Morehart Jr.Shipping Clerk by William MorrisonThe Hanging Stranger by Philip K. DickThe Alien Dies at Dawn by Alexander BladeThe Martians and the Coys by Mack ReynoldsNever Gut-Shoot A Wampus by Winston MarksLeave Earthmen or Die! by John Massie DavisUnwelcomed Visitor by William MorrisonA Matter of Ethics by R .R. WinterbothamTask of Kayin by William MorrisonBeyond Lies The Wub by Philip K. DickThe Plagiarist From Rigel IV by Evan HunterA Zloor For Your Trouble by Mack ReynoldsExport Commodity by Irving Cox Jr.Zurk by Richard O. LewisThe Pioneer by Irving Cox Jr.Morgue Ship by Ray BradburyThe Beachcomber by Damon KnightAsleep in Armageddon by Ray BradburyMostra libro
England in the time of his boyhood was a cold and colourless country. They had seen to that, the Autumn Men. They who had been lifted high, the old men of his country and other countries, who in the autumn of their years, reflecting on the unfulfilled promise of their youth, and their failures as yet unredeemed, feeling as any old man adrift alone on a small boat, sails broken, oars lost, swept hopelessly onward towards the deafening roar of the approaching weir, might feel, decided that too few had sweetly and honourably been called. So call out the young men, wide-eyed and brave of heart, to don uniform, bid sweethearts farewell and forfeit their future. And murder in the name of God. Until they too are harvested 'neath the Autumn Men's sickle. And the lark song is stilled as passing bells are heard anew. ------------ No longer could the innocent look to the heavens for salvation, only look on in horror as the devil poured the contents of hell over them. And so it was and so it remained until Satan, who had found refuge in the hearts of too many, was cast out and the women had cried.."enough!!" ---------- And on countless memorials in towns and villages across the cold and colourless country, new names were added to the old and memorials once again were baptised with tears of the innocent for the innocent. And in the great city as the weak winter sunshine filters through the mists of an early November morning, the Autumn Men in their black coats and polished shoes still stand, shameless, in solemn line to bow their heads and lay poppy-lit wreaths, mankind's apology to its youth. ---------- This then was the wasteland of his boyhood. One from which he would spend the rest of his life trying to escape.Mostra libro
