<?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-3283782713790705739</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:38:54.053-07:00</updated><category term='Written Billy Bob Joe     &quot;GO YANKEES&quot;'/><category term='TJD        JPS'/><category term='GHOST STORY'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='5th grade'/><category term='Lar Lar'/><category term='7th grade'/><category term='Park View'/><category term='Golf'/><category term='The Guardians'/><category term='famished for fiction workshop'/><category term='Realistic'/><category term='6th grade'/><category term='8th grade'/><title type='text'>Famished for Fiction</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-2883190423893485375</id><published>2008-12-22T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:43:03.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can You Win?</title><content type='html'>Well, since you've asked. Participation in the Winter Reading Program could mean an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPod Nano&lt;br /&gt;Singing Machine Karaoke Machine&lt;br /&gt;Razor Powerwing Scooter&lt;br /&gt;LEGO Star War's super package&lt;br /&gt;EyeClops Bionic Eye super package&lt;br /&gt;American Girl Mia doll and book&lt;br /&gt;80mm Refracting Telescope&lt;br /&gt;Glamour Dollhouse w/ lights and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have awesome weekly prizes from the Chicago Wolves. WRP registration is open now and the program starts January 5th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-2883190423893485375?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2883190423893485375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=2883190423893485375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/2883190423893485375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/2883190423893485375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-can-you-win.html' title='What Can You Win?'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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-3283782713790705739.post-604445724333294764</id><published>2008-11-26T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:01:41.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Famished???</title><content type='html'>Coming in January 2009 the Morton Grove Public Library will resume our lunchtime book discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a wonderful Holiday season and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-604445724333294764?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/604445724333294764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=604445724333294764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/604445724333294764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/604445724333294764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-famished.html' title='Are you Famished???'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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-3283782713790705739.post-7937221004012236206</id><published>2008-08-19T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:31:30.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>famished for fiction summer blog workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPbW0iiamm4/SKrLJWot0pI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6L9GiHYofb8/s1600-h/DSC02802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPbW0iiamm4/SKrKTdixMqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RgNBddzCCME/s320/DSC02779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219952468406946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPbW0iiamm4/SKrKTsSvinI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_8Ttr2TGw60/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPbW0iiamm4/SKrKTsSvinI/AAAAAAAAAOY/_8Ttr2TGw60/s320/DSC02780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219956427721330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPbW0iiamm4/SKrKUMs8qvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NpVWfDzEOwg/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPbW0iiamm4/SKrKUMs8qvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NpVWfDzEOwg/s320/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219965127568114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-3506703869524262239?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3506703869524262239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=3506703869524262239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/3506703869524262239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/3506703869524262239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-famished-for-fiction-summer-time_19.html' title='more famished for fiction summer time fun!'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPbW0iiamm4/SKrKTdixMqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RgNBddzCCME/s72-c/DSC02779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-4708112080634896320</id><published>2008-07-10T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:50:17.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Twilight  by: Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjO3MHM9II/AAAAAAAAAp0/l5X3JedbuuM/s1600-h/twilight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjO3MHM9II/AAAAAAAAAp0/l5X3JedbuuM/s320/twilight.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226654815103022210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first book of the series.  It starts off with a girl named Bells (Isabella), at the airport leaving to go a town named Forks, Washington from her regular home, Phoenix, Arizona.  Her parents are divorced and she wanted to leave her mom for a while to live with her dad.&lt;br /&gt;She moves into her new home in Forks, Washington with her dad, Charlie, and enrolls into her new school.  On her first day of school everyone expects her to come because there are  only over 300 kids in the whole high school.  She makes friends easily unlike her old school, (she's very shy).&lt;br /&gt;One day Bella notices 5 very beautiful high schoolers of the same family at a table alone.  They all had straight faces but Bella mostly noticed the Bronze red haired boy named Edward.  There is something about them that she is going to try to find out... but can she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very extraordinary!  Unlike any other book I've ever read.  The book goes by really quickly, and it's like you never want to stop reading it!  They're VERY awesome books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuzu A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/10/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-4708112080634896320?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4708112080634896320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=4708112080634896320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/4708112080634896320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/4708112080634896320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/twilight.html' title='Twilight  by: Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjO3MHM9II/AAAAAAAAAp0/l5X3JedbuuM/s72-c/twilight.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-1233518682708681024</id><published>2008-07-10T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:55:16.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>No Place for Magic  by: E.D. Baker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjP94vRumI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jEhCSY_uLoQ/s1600-h/noplaceformagiccover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjP94vRumI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jEhCSY_uLoQ/s320/noplaceformagiccover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226656029673110114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th book in the series&lt;br /&gt;Princess Emma and Prince Eadric travel to upper Montevista to ask permission from Eadric's parents to get married.  But when they get there Eadric's younger brother, Bradston is kidnapped by trolls.  Emma and Eadric find out his mother wants a more suitable princess for his bride.  They travel across the land to find Bradston.  But Eadric's mom won't let Emma to use magic even to save Bradston!  What are they going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest series I've read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erykah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-1233518682708681024?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1233518682708681024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=1233518682708681024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1233518682708681024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1233518682708681024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-place-for-magie-45-book-in-series.html' title='No Place for Magic  by: E.D. Baker'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjP94vRumI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jEhCSY_uLoQ/s72-c/noplaceformagiccover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-6879682918034100047</id><published>2008-07-10T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:40:41.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TJD        JPS'/><title type='text'>Code Talker  by: Joseph Bruchac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjMnh5s2LI/AAAAAAAAAps/_ncusRMVQhM/s1600-h/codetalkercover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjMnh5s2LI/AAAAAAAAAps/_ncusRMVQhM/s320/codetalkercover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226652347050809522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if you were in the middle of the jungle with Japanese soldiers, armed with automatic 2.9 revolvers, trying to kill you with a splatter of bullets.  If you'd like that, you'd enjoy reading Code Talker.  In this book, Ned Begay and other Navajo Indians helped protect America during the WWII by using a secret code in the Navajo language.  Read this book to find out how Ned helps his friends during this hard time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-6879682918034100047?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6879682918034100047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=6879682918034100047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6879682918034100047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6879682918034100047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/code-talker.html' title='Code Talker  by: Joseph Bruchac'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjMnh5s2LI/AAAAAAAAAps/_ncusRMVQhM/s72-c/codetalkercover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-7229715913404377628</id><published>2008-07-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:36:23.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written Billy Bob Joe     &quot;GO YANKEES&quot;'/><title type='text'>Alex Rodriguez  by: Serena Kappes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjLn0IWZGI/AAAAAAAAApc/mkd0mBMXMP8/s1600-h/alexrodriguezcover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjLn0IWZGI/AAAAAAAAApc/mkd0mBMXMP8/s320/alexrodriguezcover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226651252432462946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Rodriquez is a famous baseball player that has come a long way to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;Alex had a hard time because his father left him in 1996 when he was 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;His dad left for New York.   Alex had to skip school to help his family.  When he was 9, he stood outside everyday to see if his father would come back. It never happened.&lt;br /&gt;Then when Alex was in high school, he played a lot of sports and his most favorite one was baseball. Then when Alex finished college, he was drafted into the Texas Rangers and then in 2005 Alex graduated with the Texas Rangers.  He then went to New York because he was drafted to the New York Yankees.  Then in 2005, when he played with the Yankees he was MVP.  Then he tried to look for his father, but his mother called and told him his father went to the Dominican Republic.   Read and find out what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-7229715913404377628?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7229715913404377628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=7229715913404377628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/7229715913404377628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/7229715913404377628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/alex-rodriguez.html' title='Alex Rodriguez  by: Serena Kappes'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjLn0IWZGI/AAAAAAAAApc/mkd0mBMXMP8/s72-c/alexrodriguezcover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-560023705790991532</id><published>2008-07-10T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:38:46.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Island of the Blue Dolphins by: Scott O'Dell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjMIE9xtPI/AAAAAAAAApk/5bmJsYtLp_U/s1600-h/islandbluedolphincover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjMIE9xtPI/AAAAAAAAApk/5bmJsYtLp_U/s320/islandbluedolphincover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226651806707332338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian girl gets left behind on an island alone.  Her tribe leaves her and her brother gets killed by a pack of wild dogs.  She finds a way to survive alone on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great and interesting book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park View School&lt;br /&gt;Amelia&lt;br /&gt;7-10-08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-560023705790991532?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/560023705790991532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=560023705790991532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/560023705790991532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/560023705790991532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/island-of-blue-dolphins.html' title='Island of the Blue Dolphins by: Scott O&apos;Dell'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjMIE9xtPI/AAAAAAAAApk/5bmJsYtLp_U/s72-c/islandbluedolphincover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-1870329777121403680</id><published>2008-07-10T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:52:17.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>The Sight by: Erin Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjPWsFcROI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A74sHt5kHTs/s1600-h/sightcover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjPWsFcROI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A74sHt5kHTs/s320/sightcover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226655356261516514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the first book of the "third" series,  and it's about a blind kitten named Jaykit that wants to be a warrior, but he can't because he's blind. He hates his destiny, but his ancestors from Starclan come to remind him that he holds the power of the stars with his sister and brother, but is this true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-1870329777121403680?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1870329777121403680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=1870329777121403680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1870329777121403680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1870329777121403680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/sight-by-erin-hunter.html' title='The Sight by: Erin Hunter'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjPWsFcROI/AAAAAAAAAp8/A74sHt5kHTs/s72-c/sightcover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-2229631102147424859</id><published>2008-07-10T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:17:59.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Mother Doesn't Know  by: Sonya Sones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjHTdSOiVI/AAAAAAAAApM/Bf54zmIk-QY/s1600-h/whatmymothercover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjHTdSOiVI/AAAAAAAAApM/Bf54zmIk-QY/s320/whatmymothercover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226646504655980882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In this book there is this girl and she has a boyfriend named Dylan. In art class the girl saw a guy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who everybody makes fun all the time and for some reason she wanted to kiss him even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;she has a boyfriend. so she did when no one was watching. Of They have been going out for a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;long time and the parents know. Then later on different things started to happen and the girl's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;parents don't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-2229631102147424859?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2229631102147424859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=2229631102147424859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/2229631102147424859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/2229631102147424859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-my-mother-doesnt-know-by-sonya.html' title='What My Mother Doesn&apos;t Know  by: Sonya Sones'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIjHTdSOiVI/AAAAAAAAApM/Bf54zmIk-QY/s72-c/whatmymothercover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-6689666003535762364</id><published>2008-07-10T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:32:50.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room - By Smiley Ann</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I see so many things in my room. Almost anything but a broom. My sisters are making so much noise they're making a mess, there are so many toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'm on my bed, my mom just said,"Do your homework or you won't get bread!"I smelled my mommy cooking, my sister started looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I feel my teddy bear. It has lots of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The snack tastes so good. i should go get some more. My mom said no because I already ate four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In my room, the loudest thing I can hear is our radio. I'll just put on my headphones and play my Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In my room I can see, hear, smell, touch, and taste. Those are my senses that I won't waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-6689666003535762364?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6689666003535762364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=6689666003535762364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6689666003535762364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6689666003535762364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-room-by-smiley-ann.html' title='My Room - By Smiley Ann'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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-3283782713790705739.post-5483604480393854765</id><published>2008-07-10T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:53:20.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar Lar'/><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIZWwOZMFDI/AAAAAAAAApE/N3IvnugNuf0/s1600-h/narnia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIZWwOZMFDI/AAAAAAAAApE/N3IvnugNuf0/s320/narnia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225959804107494450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The book is about 4 kids name Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. They were living with an old Professor with a housekeeper name Mrs. Macready and three servants (Ivy, Margaret, and Betty) because there was a war going on (air-raids). Then one day it was raining and they were playing hide-and-seek and the youngest Lucy hide in a wardrobe but, it wasn't a plain wardrobe.  It was winter in the wardrobe. When she was there she met a fawn name Mr. Tummas and he took her to his house and gave tea to her and played his flute and Lucy was about to sleep  but the fawn  cried and told Lucy the truth.  The truth was that he worked for the evil queen and she was the one who made it winter but, no Christmas and when humans sleep he brings the kids to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When the housekeeper Mrs. Macready said, "Don't get in my way when I'm with the visitors," but they heard footsteps  and they went in the room where the wardrobe is &amp;amp; the door was turning so they went in farther in the wardrobe and realized it wasn't fake.  Peter and Susan said "Sorry"  to Lucy, but Edmund didn't. Peter got mad that Edmund lied that he went with Lucy. When they were there they got cold and used the coats and told Lucy to lead the way and she took them to Mr. Tummas' house  but, when they got there his house was broken and they came out but they heard a sound but it was a beaver and the beaver took them to his house to have dinner but Lucy asked where Mr. Tummas was.   He said he was taken by the police (wolves) then Edmund went to the ice queen and tell the news. When three of the kids went to see Aslan and Peter told what happened. Then they left with beavers and on the trail they met somebody they didn't expect.  He was in a red suit, a long white beard, brown reindeers, and a bag of presents.  He gave Peter a sword and a shield, Susan  got a bow and a horn, and Lucy got a little sword and a juice made out of fire flower and a few drops  will do it  and gave food to them to eat.                  &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/3283782713790705739-5483604480393854765?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5483604480393854765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=5483604480393854765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/5483604480393854765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/5483604480393854765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/chronicles-of-narnia.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/SIZWwOZMFDI/AAAAAAAAApE/N3IvnugNuf0/s72-c/narnia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-7908993063020477824</id><published>2008-05-05T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:09:30.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Park View lists continued...</title><content type='html'>in no particular order--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Diaries series&lt;/span&gt;    by: L.J. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight series&lt;/span&gt;    by: Stephenie Meyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vampire Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;    by:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ellen Schreiber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Coffins    &lt;/span&gt;by: Ellen Schreiber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Blood series    &lt;/span&gt;by: Melissa De La Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cirque du Freak series    &lt;/span&gt;by: Darren Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Demonata series    &lt;/span&gt;by: Darren Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;by: Ashley, 8th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Overboard&lt;/span&gt;    by: Elizabeth Fama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What My Mother Doesn't Know&lt;/span&gt;   by: Sonya Sones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What My Girlfriend Doesn't Know&lt;/span&gt;    by: Sonya Sones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bras and Broomsticks&lt;/span&gt; series    by: Sarah Mlynowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever, 1793&lt;/span&gt;    by: Laurie Halse Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Among the Hidden  series&lt;/span&gt;    by: Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;by: Jennifer, 8th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-7908993063020477824?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7908993063020477824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=7908993063020477824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/7908993063020477824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/7908993063020477824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/park-view-lists-continued.html' title='Park View lists continued...'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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-3283782713790705739.post-8768280545035626864</id><published>2008-04-29T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:53:12.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Park View's Favorite Books Continued...</title><content type='html'>Another list from Park View's 7th and 8th grade famished for fiction club:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite Books of All Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stray&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;by:          Dick King-Smith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping the Nail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                            by:  Eve Bunting                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen of Babble series                     by:  Meg Cabot                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter series                                    by:  J.K. Rowling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Leap of Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;by:  Kimberly Brubaker Bradley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;by:  Andrew Clements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homework Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;    by:   Dan Gutman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping the Scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;     by:  Sarah Weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candyfloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;     by:  Jacqueline Wilson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Sides of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;     by:  Caroline Cooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s      by: Scott Westerfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;      by:    Chris Archer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bras and Broomsticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;      by: Sarah Mlynowski &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Broccoli Tapes       by: Jan Slepian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-8768280545035626864?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8768280545035626864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=8768280545035626864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/8768280545035626864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/8768280545035626864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/park-views-favorite-books-continued.html' title='Park View&apos;s Favorite Books Continued...'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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-3283782713790705739.post-6074476676887166064</id><published>2008-04-28T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:11:49.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Park View Shares Their Favorite Books</title><content type='html'>The 7th and 8th grade famished for fiction group made lists of their favorite books at this week's meeting.  I'll be posting their lists on the blog throughout the week.  Stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 6 Fave Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by a Park View 8th grader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen of Babble&lt;/span&gt;  by: Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skinny&lt;/span&gt;  by: Ibi Kaslik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic &lt;/span&gt; by: Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;  by: Scott Westerfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheat&lt;/span&gt;  by: Amy Goldman Koss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Among the Hidden&lt;/span&gt;  by: Margaret Peterson Haddix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Book Recommendations for 6th, 7th, and 8th Grade Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- by a group of Park View 8th graders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1.  The Twilight series  by: Stephenie Meyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2.  Bras and Broomsticks series  by: Sarah Mlynowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3.  The Clique series  by: Lisi Harrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4.  Poseur  by: Rachael Maude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5.  Queen of Babble  by: Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6.  All American Girl  by: Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7.  Esperanza Rising  by: Pam Munoz Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8.  The Uglies series  by: Scott Westerfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-6074476676887166064?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6074476676887166064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=6074476676887166064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6074476676887166064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6074476676887166064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-1391373100644645755</id><published>2008-02-22T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:22:40.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>The Hundred Dresses by: Eleanor Estes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R78E0BOQOHI/AAAAAAAAAns/4fYwmwuhEdk/s1600-h/hundreddresses.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R78E0BOQOHI/AAAAAAAAAns/4fYwmwuhEdk/s320/hundreddresses.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169856188972546162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by Saba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl named Wanda that loved dresses, so she lied and said she had a hundred dresses.  Then, she ends up leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-1391373100644645755?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1391373100644645755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=1391373100644645755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1391373100644645755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1391373100644645755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/hundred-dresses-by-eleanor-estes.html' title='The Hundred Dresses by: Eleanor Estes'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R78E0BOQOHI/AAAAAAAAAns/4fYwmwuhEdk/s72-c/hundreddresses.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-8933345503218384100</id><published>2008-02-22T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T09:17:30.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Les Miserables by: Victor Hugo, adapted by Monica Kulling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R78DmBOQOGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/-7RJ6Iwrso4/s1600-h/lesmiserables.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R78DmBOQOGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/-7RJ6Iwrso4/s320/lesmiserables.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169854848942749794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables is about an escaped convict named Jean Valjean who meets his old enemy, Javert, who is a cop.  You will have to read the book to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-8933345503218384100?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8933345503218384100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=8933345503218384100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/8933345503218384100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/8933345503218384100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/les-miserables-by-victor-hugo-adapted.html' title='Les Miserables by: Victor Hugo, adapted by Monica Kulling'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R78DmBOQOGI/AAAAAAAAAnk/-7RJ6Iwrso4/s72-c/lesmiserables.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-1665261107298043919</id><published>2008-02-20T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:27:59.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Defiance by: Valerie Hobbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77p-hOQOEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NgEEgHEUQws/s1600-h/defiance.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77p-hOQOEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NgEEgHEUQws/s320/defiance.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169826682547222594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Review by Mar-Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This book is about a boy who has cancer, who spends his summer in a cottage.  He meets an old lady that writes poems.  She has a cow.  Toby (main character) feeds the cow (Blossom) some Cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;   It was an O.K. book. It was boring until the end. At the end it gets interesting. A horrible tragedy happens to someone important to Toby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-1665261107298043919?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1665261107298043919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=1665261107298043919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1665261107298043919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1665261107298043919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/defiance-by-valerie-hobbs.html' title='Defiance by: Valerie Hobbs'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77p-hOQOEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NgEEgHEUQws/s72-c/defiance.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-1970503214369125319</id><published>2008-02-20T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:26:17.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Sammy Keyes and the Dead Give Away  by: Wendelin Van Draanen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77pZxOQODI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZypazOa9Fyw/s1600-h/sammykeyesdeadgiveaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77pZxOQODI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZypazOa9Fyw/s320/sammykeyesdeadgiveaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169826051187030066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sammy Keyes is going to school and she comes into the room and sees the bird flying in the room in the room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;READ TO FIND OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, because this was the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-1970503214369125319?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1970503214369125319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=1970503214369125319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1970503214369125319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1970503214369125319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/sammy-keyes-and-dead-give-away-van.html' title='Sammy Keyes and the Dead Give Away  by: Wendelin Van Draanen'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77pZxOQODI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZypazOa9Fyw/s72-c/sammykeyesdeadgiveaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-7248841128050477621</id><published>2008-02-20T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:31:42.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>This Gum For Hire: From the Tattered Casebook of Chet Gecko, Private Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77q1xOQOFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5EAErc0BYQI/s1600-h/thisgumforhire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77q1xOQOFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5EAErc0BYQI/s320/thisgumforhire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169827631734995026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Review by Samar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a boy Chet, who is a detective at his school, well the only detective in his school.  He gets this case from a boy on the school football team, Herman the Gila Monster.  The case is that some of the players on the football 3 to be precise have disappeared and the coach is blaming Herman.  So Herman came to Chet and told him the whole story well he grabbed Chet by the neck and told him the story.  Herman also told Chet that he would pay Chet a chocolate cake for ever player that he found.  Oh yeah, Chet has a partner to.  She is a bird whose name is Natalie Attired.  Now you have to read the book to find out more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3283782713790705739-7248841128050477621?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7248841128050477621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=7248841128050477621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/7248841128050477621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/7248841128050477621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-gum-for-hirefrom-tattered-casebook.html' title='This Gum For Hire: From the Tattered Casebook of Chet Gecko, Private Eye'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77q1xOQOFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/5EAErc0BYQI/s72-c/thisgumforhire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-1141135971032797010</id><published>2008-02-20T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:23:49.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Starting with Alice by: Phyllis Reynolds Naylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77o_BOQOCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/wv4CzmGmTZg/s1600-h/startingwithalice.pl"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77o_BOQOCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/wv4CzmGmTZg/s320/startingwithalice.pl" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169825591625529378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is for girls.  So boys, don't read it. The 1st alice book. The book is about Alice Mckinley.  Her mom died when she was 4 because she had lukemia.  Alice had a best friend and her name was Rosalind.  She was also friends with Sara.  But before she made friends she moved from Chicago where she used to live with her aunt Sally.   Aunt Sally is Alice's aunt and she was Alice's mom's sister.  Aunt Sally took care of Alice and her brother Lester.  Sara used to have really dirty hair but then Alice and Rosalind had a bubble bath party and they washed Sara's hair and they became friends with her. but before that sara used to have no friends because she had dirty hair and she was very smart.  When Alice just moved to Maryland she had no friends and her dad bought her a cat.  She loved her cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really  good book and Phyllis Reynolds Naylor is a really good author and there are 22 books in the Alice series.  They are the best books I've ever read and they are not for boys.  They are for girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-1141135971032797010?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1141135971032797010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=1141135971032797010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1141135971032797010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1141135971032797010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/starting-with-alice-by-phyllis-reynolds.html' title='Starting with Alice by: Phyllis Reynolds Naylor'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R77o_BOQOCI/AAAAAAAAAnE/wv4CzmGmTZg/s72-c/startingwithalice.pl' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-3242301919853536850</id><published>2008-02-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:55:35.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GHOST STORY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>The Old Willis Place by: Mary Downing Hahn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R74BYROQOBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NxPygNmZRAE/s1600-h/oldwillisplace.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R74BYROQOBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NxPygNmZRAE/s320/oldwillisplace.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169570938719582226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Review By Gaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Old Willis Place is about a girl named Diana and a boy named Georgie. They have three rules to follow. One: You can't go past the gate. Two: You can't talk to anyone. Three: Never, NEVER go in Miss Willis's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    There's a new caretaker as usual. But this time he has a daughter. Will Diana break the rules to be Lisa's friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;   This is the best book I've ever read. It's addicting and suspensful. Not  too  scary.  A five  star  book  definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-3242301919853536850?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3242301919853536850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=3242301919853536850' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/3242301919853536850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/3242301919853536850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-willis-place-author-mary-downing.html' title='The Old Willis Place by: Mary Downing Hahn'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R74BYROQOBI/AAAAAAAAAm8/NxPygNmZRAE/s72-c/oldwillisplace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-4173344359601953959</id><published>2008-02-20T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:48:31.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Guardians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>The Guardians Ch.1 by Jaimie</title><content type='html'>Rewind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             I was in a forest in the late afternoon, a forest in which the trees reached up to touch the dusk sky. The full moon shone on the eastern horizon, I was sure, waiting for its turn in the sky. The trees throbbed with life, and I knew, somehow, that these trees had been here for centuries, if not millennia. I wove my way through them, stopping every once in a while to examine a footprint, a vine, a flower. I wandered for what seemed like hours, or at least until the moon was directly overhead, spattering everything with its silver light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              I was examining the procession of large insects that shimmered like the finest jade, when, out of nowhere, a figure melted out of the shadows with a faint ‘whoosh’ and silently walked toward a faint reddish glow to the east. The only sound was that of its long, hooded cloak brushing along the forest floor. Having nothing better to do, I followed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             After a few hundred yards, it suddenly stopped and looked to its right. I heard the cracking of a twig, and whirled around to face the noise. Out of the darkness, an ancient wolf with unsettlingly intelligent eyes approached the figure. A great mist seemed to condense around the wolf, and then, out of it, stepped another figure. The two of them nodded to each other with and made an unfamiliar hand gesture, a strange twisting of the right hand over the sternum. They then continued to walk, breaking into the circle of light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             There was a large bonfire in the middle of a clearing, often flickering up into strange, animal-like shapes in vibrant hues before collapsing back again. Seated on smooth boulders in a ring around the fire were a dozen or more figures wearing the same long cloaks but with their hoods down. To my utter amazement, I recognized many of the faces. There was one of my old teachers, and over there, my neighbors. With a jolt, I noticed was that all of them were women, and that they all of their eyes seemed to be cut from gemstones. A few other vaguely familiar female faces surrounded the flames, and when the two cloaked figures entered the circle, they all repeated the strange, awkward gesture. They both dropped their hoods, and revealed that they were none other than my mother and grandmother. I stood in the shadows, my mouth hanging open with shock while my mother started to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              “I have called this meeting of the Guardians to carry out a decision which requires your approval.” my mother said. “My daughter is coming of age in a week, and I seek your assistance on convincing her of her duties.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              “Is it wise to tell her now, at the time when we are in the gravest danger?” a glamorous woman asked with a voice as soft as the wind through the grass. “Can’t we wait another couple years?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                “I, for one, think she should be told” said another, shorter girl, maybe seventeen, in a whiny voice that sounded like it came from a three-year-old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             “No, no, no” a withered old woman replied angrily, her voice as ancient as stone, “She wouldn’t understand. Do you want to scare her off? She’d think you were crazy!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             “That would never happen!” exclaimed a person who looked strangely familiar. “I think I aught to know her. After all, I’ve been a part of her life since before she was born! We must tell her.” Uproar followed that statement as people took sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              “Quiet!” my grandmother exclaimed, leaping to her feet and brandishing a staff made of wood, polished smooth from use,  with glowing, milky-white stones set into the handle. She was obviously respected, as all of the people quickly were hushed. “We shall go about this in a civilized manner. It is up to her mother, my daughter, to decide whether to tell her now or to wait. Those of you who wish to offer advice; you may speak to her after the meeting, but right now, we have other matters to attend to.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              And then my alarm clock went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I rolled over and groaned, not quite ready to get out of bed. The only problem with that was…my alarm clock was half way across the room. Beep, beep, beep it taunted me. I pulled my quilt over my head, and, when that didn’t help, my pillow. Still, that infernal beeping found its way into my head, pounding against my brain and making sleep impossible. “Stupid alarm clock” I muttered crossly as I sat up in bed, pulling back my sheets, awakening my cat, Tigger and making her arch her fiery back contentedly before hunkering down and licking her snowy-white paw. I rolled out of bed, barely managing to land on my feet, and stumbled over to the offending clock, swearing as I stubbed my toe along the way, and then remembered: today was the last day of school. A little more awake, I walked across the hall and into the bathroom, began running the shower, and stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;             I rushed through my shower, narrowly avoiding several injuries. In fact, I could swear I’d just nicked my ankle bone, but all that was there was a faint, pink scar. There was even blood on the razor. Don’t be ridiculous, I thought, shaking my head, that’s impossible. I lathered my hair and scrubbed my back, but eventually I couldn’t dither in the warm water any longer. Getting out of the shower, I wrapped myself into a towel and darted back into my room.&lt;br /&gt;            I flounced over to my wardrobe, my feet sinking into the luscious white fokati rug beneath my feet, and picked a last-day-of-school worthy outfit. I put on some distressed jean shorts that showed off my tan, trim legs; my string-bikini swimsuit top, in forest green; and a semi-opaque white tank top that stretched the limits of the dress code, the straps minimal, a plunging neckline, and showing a sliver of my flat stomach. I also donned the traditional shell necklace and matching earrings, and makeup. After running a brush through my long, silky brown-almost-black hair, I sped down the stairs and into the kitchen where my parents were waiting for me with my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;            “Good morning, Izzy” my father greeted me, wearing a tie-dye shirt and baggy jeans, “have any interesting dreams? I can interpret your future from them, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;               My father, always Mr. Spiritual. This month was dream interpretation; last month was meditation, and the month before that? Feng-Shui.&lt;br /&gt;              “Nothing, really,” I said. I contemplated for a few seconds whether or not to tell him. Yes, I decided. “Actually, dad, I had a dream about mom.” I turned to address my mother “you were walking through some woods, and a wolf turned into grandma, and you were a part of a group called ‘The Guardians’ or something. You talked about me.” I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;               My dad let out a bark of laughter, too, and after a second, my mom forced a chuckle. It didn’t reach her golden eyes. They stayed worried, confused. The sight of it troubled me, but instead of asking why, I dug into my cereal and, in quick procession, finished my orange half, toast, milk, and juice. Satisfied, I got up and rinsed my dishes, placing them carefully into the dishwasher. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door, yelling “Bye, mom. Bye dad. See you after school” over my shoulder as I went.&lt;br /&gt;              I walked down the front walk and turned to head for school, but a cry of “Hey, Bella, wait up!” stopped me short. A couple of yards back, my best friend-slash-crush, Sean Bellefleur, was jogging to catch up with me, his red-black hair tousled from running, his arms and legs well muscled from years of track and swimming. I stopped to wait for him, as usual, and after catching up, he asked me why I was so early. He said he’d been relaxing on his porch with a drink when he saw me rush out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;             “It’s nothing” I said, adverting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;               “Bella,” he said with mock annoyance, “you can’t lie to save your life. Now tell me, what happened? I might be able to help.” He crossed his arms and waited.&lt;br /&gt;                 I sighed and admitted, “I had a crazy dream last night, and I told my dad to see if he could make sense of it, but my mom overheard and she freaked out. I think I really spooked her, but I don’t know why.” I shook my head. “Sometimes my mom’s just so darned cryptic.”&lt;br /&gt;                “I feel ya. My mom and my grandma went out for a ‘girls’ night’ and were arguing when they got back. I heard your name a couple times, but when I asked, they were suddenly extremely cheery.” He shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;               “Did you hear anything about a group called The Guardians?”&lt;br /&gt;               “Now that you mention it, yeah, my mom said something about ‘adding to the woe of The Guardians’. Why?”&lt;br /&gt;                That was what the group in my dream was called. I’m starting to think it was more than a dream…maybe more of a premonition.” I paused, and then laughed. “Look at me. I’m getting to be more like my dad every day.”&lt;br /&gt;                Suddenly, I was walking along the same path, but everything was colonial-looking. I froze, surprised. A hose and buggy clattered by on my right, and when I looked down, I saw that I was wearing a dress and petticoat instead of my jeans. My hair felt as stiff as a lump of steel wool, and I could hardly breathe through my corset. A man in a tailcoat was walking ahead of me, and when he turned around I saw it was not Sean, but a man who I’d seen in my history book. James something-or-other.&lt;br /&gt;              I turned and fled, scared out of my mind. I dashed toward the lot where my house was supposed to be, passing mansion after mansion, and halted in my tracks. This was my house, but the house was in excellent condition, the condition grandmother had said the house was in when her great-great-aunt had lived in it. I cautiously walked up the walk and knocked on the door, my curiosity overpowering that of fear. A wrinkled old woman in a maid’s uniform opened the door and looked at me inquiringly.&lt;br /&gt;            “Hi. Can I see Ms…uhh…?” I couldn’t remember Great-great-great-great-aunt Anastasia’s last name. “Oh. Ms. Hawkins, please. It’s a relative.”&lt;br /&gt;              The maid continued to look at me strange, but then a voice called from the hall: “Who is it, Marie?” The maid stepped aside and a woman who could’ve been Marilyn Monroe’s twin stepped forward, wearing a wedding dress imbedded with pearls and diamonds, gently sparkling in the light and trailing behind her for a good fifteen feet. She also wore a veil that draped past her tiny waist and fluttered softly in the breeze from the doorway. “Isabelle! How nice to see you again! It’s been years! Come in, come in.”&lt;br /&gt;              I gaped at her dumbfounded. It must’ve been the late 1800’s and my great-great-great-great-aunt had known my name? How could this be?&lt;br /&gt;             “Isabelle, dear, are you coming?” she turned and looked at me. “I’ve tea in the study, and you can stay if you like.” Her eyes were kind and excited, betraying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;              “Coming.” I meekly trailed after her.&lt;br /&gt;              Once we entered her study, a place handsomely decorated in dark oak with floor-to-ceiling bookcases, we made our way over to the small cluster of green leather armchairs in front of a roaring fire. She sat in a chair and picked up an intricate needle working project that depicted an emerald dragon curled around a castle tower. The scene was so realistic that I half expected the dragon to move. When she realized that I wasn’t seated, she told me that I could sit if I wished. I still stared at the dragon. “For my nephew.” She explained. “Tea?”&lt;br /&gt;               “Sure.” I sipped my tea, grimaced and set it down to cool. “How do you know my name? No, offense, but you were dead long before I was born, and so were your siblings, and their children. My grandmother, your great-great-niece was the closest to my generation ever to see you.”&lt;br /&gt;               She stared at me, eyebrow cocked, slowly shaking her head back and forth. Then, understanding lit her eyes. “But of course. You are simply from the next cycle. Am I correct when I say that you will be turning sixteen soon?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Well, yeah. My birthday’s a week from today…well, the day I left behind. Why?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Your closest female relative will explain after the hour of birth on your birthday. My mother told me at seven p.m. on my sixteenth.” She said, smiling. “What a shock. By the way, all you have to do if this ever happens again is fall asleep. It brings you back to your time. For now, I suggest curling up with a good book.” She grinned “that always helps me sleep.”&lt;br /&gt;             “I’ll do that” I said, smiling. Boy her grins were infectious. “Thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;            “You’re welcome. I’ll leave you now; I need to get ready for my wedding. Just signal Marie if you need anything.” And with that, she left. I got up and started to browse the shelves, finally settling on a thick tomb of poetry. I pulled the chair closer to the fire, curled up, and read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-4173344359601953959?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4173344359601953959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=4173344359601953959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/4173344359601953959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/4173344359601953959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/guardians-ch1-by-jaimie.html' title='The Guardians Ch.1 by Jaimie'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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-3283782713790705739.post-6173218926501454193</id><published>2008-02-20T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:21:16.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>The Outsiders by: S.E Hinton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R735VxOQOAI/AAAAAAAAAm0/QG1hKUEg7B8/s1600-h/outsiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R735VxOQOAI/AAAAAAAAAm0/QG1hKUEg7B8/s320/outsiders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169562099676887042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book their are three brothers who are struggling, because their parents died. So, the three brothers have to live by themselves in the house. The youngest one was named Ponyboy, the middle child is named Soda Pop, and the oldest is named Dave. On the opposite side where the boys live, are the rich teens who cause trouble.  Later on in the book Ponyboy almost got killed by a knife from the trouble makers. Which were the rich teens. Then later on in the book Ponyboy becomes a hero!  So if you want to find out what happens next, read this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-6173218926501454193?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6173218926501454193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=6173218926501454193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6173218926501454193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6173218926501454193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/outsiders-byse-hinton.html' title='The Outsiders by: S.E Hinton'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R735VxOQOAI/AAAAAAAAAm0/QG1hKUEg7B8/s72-c/outsiders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-39467956148548909</id><published>2008-02-20T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:59:16.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Claudia and the Bad Joke  by:  Ann M. Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R730LhOQN_I/AAAAAAAAAms/3AMRZf0u9IU/s1600-h/claudiaandthebadjoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R730LhOQN_I/AAAAAAAAAms/3AMRZf0u9IU/s320/claudiaandthebadjoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169556426025089010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book is about the Baby sitters Club, and is part of the series .  The club includes: Stacy, Kristy, Merry Ann, Mallory, Jessie, and Claudia. In this book, Claudia is sitting for the,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVIL PRANK MASTER-MIND&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Betsy&lt;/span&gt;. when baby sitting, Claudia gets hurt....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the book. it's HILARIOUS, I couldn't put it down, Read It Now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-39467956148548909?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/39467956148548909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=39467956148548909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/39467956148548909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/39467956148548909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/claudia-and-bad-joke-author-ann-m.html' title='Claudia and the Bad Joke  by:  Ann M. Martin'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R730LhOQN_I/AAAAAAAAAms/3AMRZf0u9IU/s72-c/claudiaandthebadjoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-8435552495456468325</id><published>2008-02-20T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:56:52.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golf'/><title type='text'>Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism by: Georgia Byng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73zlxOQN-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/T3UcJ-ykYtw/s1600-h/mollymoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73zlxOQN-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/T3UcJ-ykYtw/s320/mollymoon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169555777485027298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by Giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl named Molly Moon lives at an orphan.  Then one day she finds a hypnotism book.  When she first starts reading it she starts hypnotizing people.  Then she figures out that her only best friend was adopted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-8435552495456468325?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8435552495456468325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=8435552495456468325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/8435552495456468325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/8435552495456468325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/molly-moons-incredible-book-of.html' title='Molly Moon&apos;s Incredible Book of Hypnotism by: Georgia Byng'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73zlxOQN-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/T3UcJ-ykYtw/s72-c/mollymoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-79952725046201918</id><published>2008-02-20T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:54:57.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Someday Angeline  by: Louis Sachar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73zIhOQN9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/RQxT8rDeUaU/s1600-h/somedayangeline.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73zIhOQN9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/RQxT8rDeUaU/s320/somedayangeline.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169555274973853650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline has never gone to the beach but knows about the animals who live there. For some reason her father won't take her to the beach and her mother is dead but Angeline        doesn't know why.  Read the book to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-79952725046201918?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/79952725046201918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=79952725046201918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/79952725046201918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/79952725046201918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/someday-angeline-author-louis-sacher.html' title='Someday Angeline  by: Louis Sachar'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp1.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73zIhOQN9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/RQxT8rDeUaU/s72-c/somedayangeline.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-375593640555184059</id><published>2008-02-20T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:35:17.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>The Boy Who Saved Baseball by John H. Ritter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73ukBOQN8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/6qQOOBkXVLU/s1600-h/boywhosavedbaseball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73ukBOQN8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/6qQOOBkXVLU/s320/boywhosavedbaseball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169550249862117314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by sparten16ab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this boy named Tom that is trying to save a baseball field from being turned into a parking lot.  Tom is playing against the people that are trying to buy the baseball field.  Tom tries to get a team to win the baseball field and it will not be turned into a parking lot.  So when this boy comes named Cruz helps the boys and girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-375593640555184059?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/375593640555184059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=375593640555184059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/375593640555184059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/375593640555184059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/boy-who-saved-baseball-by-john-h-ritter.html' title='The Boy Who Saved Baseball by John H. Ritter'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73ukBOQN8I/AAAAAAAAAmU/6qQOOBkXVLU/s72-c/boywhosavedbaseball.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-6013438361181405578</id><published>2008-02-20T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:34:40.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>What My Mother Doesn't Know by: Sonya Sones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73uaROQN7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Th2h6VcyyK0/s1600-h/whatmymother.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73uaROQN7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Th2h6VcyyK0/s320/whatmymother.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169550082358392754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Review by Irisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character is Sophie Stein.  This was one of the best books I've ever read. It's about a girl- Sophie who is popular.  She is a freshman in high school.  Over the winter break when all of her friends go on vocation, Sophie's parents tell her she is not going anywhere because they can't afford it.  So, she makes up a vocation for herself.  She goes shopping and to the museum where she meets Robin Murphy.  He is not popular, no one likes him, but Sophie does.  Everyone around the school made up stuff about Robin like, for example, saying "You are such a Murphy." And that is where the great story begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's one of the best books and I will recommend it to teenage girls!  A great book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-6013438361181405578?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6013438361181405578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=6013438361181405578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6013438361181405578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/6013438361181405578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-my-mother-doesnt-know-by-sonya.html' title='What My Mother Doesn&apos;t Know by: Sonya Sones'/><author><name>Brenda Glenn</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://bp0.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73uaROQN7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/Th2h6VcyyK0/s72-c/whatmymother.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-4722953309091397078</id><published>2008-02-20T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:34:05.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park View'/><title type='text'>Alice in Lace by: Phyllis Reynolds Naylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73uPBOQN6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/s2gm964-A6w/s1600-h/aliceinlace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73uPBOQN6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/s2gm964-A6w/s320/aliceinlace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169549889084864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;While planning a wedding as part of an assignment for her 8th grade health class, Alice thinks about her father's and older brother's love lives and learns that you can not prepare for all of life's decisions. Pamela on the other hand is one of Alice's best friends. For a health class assignment she must hypothetically decide whether to get an abortion or keep the baby for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth is also Alice's best freinds. She is buying a new car. Throughout the book these three friends will need to make a tough decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-4722953309091397078?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4722953309091397078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=4722953309091397078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/4722953309091397078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/4722953309091397078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/alice-in-lace-by-phyliss-reynolds.html' title='Alice in Lace by: Phyllis Reynolds Naylor'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp3.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R73uPBOQN6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/s2gm964-A6w/s72-c/aliceinlace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283782713790705739.post-1603551124063757790</id><published>2008-02-20T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:55:19.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>A Great and Terrible Beauty  by: Libba Bray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R7yvbBOQN5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Xl3-bwpxCCg/s1600-h/greatandterriblebeauty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R7yvbBOQN5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Xl3-bwpxCCg/s320/greatandterriblebeauty.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169199351034034066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 1895 Gemma Doyle turned sixteen years old.  She should be happy, but she isn't.  She lives with her family in India and wishes more than anything to move back to England to attend parties and have fun.  After a horrible event Gemma does return to England, but instead of attending parties she is sent to a girl's boarding school in England to learn how to become a proper lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at Spence Academy is hard for Gemma.  She doesn't have any friends and she has been having supernatural visions ever since her sixteenth birthday.  With help from a handsome, mysterious stranger, Gemma will learn about her visions, her mother's past, and a strange society of women called the Order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Great and Terrible Beauty&lt;/span&gt; is the first book in a series of three written by Libba Bray.  If you liked the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyers, I would recommend this series to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283782713790705739-1603551124063757790?l=famishedforfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1603551124063757790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283782713790705739&amp;postID=1603551124063757790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1603551124063757790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283782713790705739/posts/default/1603551124063757790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famishedforfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-and-terrible-beauty-by-libba-bray.html' title='A Great and Terrible Beauty  by: Libba Bray'/><author><name>Young Adult Librarian</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://bp2.blogger.com/_eJ76n9hOAtU/R7yvbBOQN5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Xl3-bwpxCCg/s72-c/greatandterriblebeauty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
