poppy Posted October 1, 2008 Share Posted October 1, 2008 On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays it was Court Hand and Summulae Logicales, while the rest of the week it was the Organon, Repetition and Astrology. The Sword in the Stone - T.H.White Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pilgrim Posted October 2, 2008 Share Posted October 2, 2008 "Tess, do you know who the Baltimore Four were? No Good Deeds by Laura Lippman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bella Posted October 2, 2008 Share Posted October 2, 2008 The problem was, Megan had just taken the second half of the ecstasy when her father called with the news. The Abortionist's Daughter - Elisabeth Hyde Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kate Posted October 3, 2008 Share Posted October 3, 2008 The problem was, Megan had just taken the second half of the ecstasy when her father called with the news. The Abortionist's Daughter - Elisabeth Hyde I really enjoyed this book, I read it a few years ago Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bookworm44 Posted October 3, 2008 Share Posted October 3, 2008 In the year 1919, Edgar's Grandfather, who was born with an extra share of whimsy, bought their land and all the buildings on it from a man he'd never met, a man named Schultz, who in his turn had waked away from a logging team half a decade earlier after seeing the chains on a fully loaded timber sled let go. The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tiger Posted October 4, 2008 Share Posted October 4, 2008 I could hear a roll of muffled drums The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted October 4, 2008 Share Posted October 4, 2008 The dead girl sat inside the glass display case, a pale and delicate curio placed on a shelf by a madman. Play Dead by Richard Montanari Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pipread Posted October 4, 2008 Share Posted October 4, 2008 So far, apart from just a couple of hitches, plan A was working out fine. Dead Simple by Peter James Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lukeozade100 Posted October 5, 2008 Share Posted October 5, 2008 On those cloudy days, Robert Neville was never sure when sunset came, and sometimes they were in th streets before he could get back. I Am Legend by Richard Matheson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kate Posted October 5, 2008 Share Posted October 5, 2008 The last time I saw Laurent Jammet, he was in Scott's store with a dead wolf over his shoulder The Tenderness of Wolves: Stef Penney Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Andrea~ Posted October 6, 2008 Share Posted October 6, 2008 It was jealousy that kept David from sleeping, drove him from a tousled bed out of the dark and silent boardinghouse to walk the streets. This Sweet Sickness - Patricia Highsmith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bella Posted October 6, 2008 Share Posted October 6, 2008 Dogs like to talk. The Last Family In England - Matt Haig Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paige turner Posted October 8, 2008 Share Posted October 8, 2008 Every second Saturday,at midday, the men came out of the forest and gathered at the hut beside the road to collect their pay. The Pearl-fishers by Robin Jenkins. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Severnlad Posted October 8, 2008 Share Posted October 8, 2008 When Cynthia woke up, it was so quiet in the house she thought it must be Saturday. No Time For Goodbye - Linwood Barclay Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lilywhite Posted October 8, 2008 Share Posted October 8, 2008 The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living. Eldest ~ Christopher Paolini Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted October 9, 2008 Share Posted October 9, 2008 The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset. The Man Who Was Thursday by GK Chesterton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paige turner Posted October 10, 2008 Share Posted October 10, 2008 A Fame T-shirt stopped outside the house where Mozart was born. The Liar - Stephen Fry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted October 13, 2008 Share Posted October 13, 2008 He is coming for me. Keeping the Dead by Tess Gerritsen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poppy Posted October 13, 2008 Share Posted October 13, 2008 When I was a little girl I used to dress Barbie up without underpants. High Five by Janet Evanovich Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pipread Posted October 14, 2008 Share Posted October 14, 2008 Today they will find her body. I know how it will happen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Severnlad Posted October 14, 2008 Share Posted October 14, 2008 A few months after my twenty first birthday, a stranger called to give me the news. Dreams From My Father - Barrack Obama Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
supergran71 Posted October 14, 2008 Share Posted October 14, 2008 I thought I'd been to Africa. Small Island by Andrea Levy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted October 24, 2008 Share Posted October 24, 2008 When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city - which was strange because it began before I even knew what a city was. The Chrysalids by John Wyndham Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heather Posted October 24, 2008 Share Posted October 24, 2008 In ancient Kyealian poetry thje moon is known as the Eye. High Lord~Trudi Canavan Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Purple Princess Posted October 24, 2008 Share Posted October 24, 2008 'Remember, there are only two things you can't hide - Ishq and Mushq; Love and Smell.' Ishq and Mushq by Priya Basil Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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