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A trecut muuuuuuuuuuuulta vreme de cand nu vi-am mai aratat ce carti noi am mai adaugat in biblioteca, mai exact de prin februarie cred, asa ca azi va arat tot ce am strans de pe atunci :)) Sunt cateva carti…:))

De pe Libris am comandat manualul de jurnalism pentru facultate.

De la Libris am primit spre recenzie:

Semnul (Recenzia AICI)

Eve: Sacrificiul (Recenzia AICI)

Spulbera-ma (Recenzia AICI)

De pe Elefant am profitat de promotiile de acum cateva luni si am achizitionat Gazda si Damnare

Am facut schimb de carti cu Ioana de pe blogul Umbra Dragostei si am primit „Eu sunt numarul 4”

De la librarie am achizitionat:

Altfel de ingeri (Recenzia AICI)

Tradari (Recenzia AICI)

Paranormal

Am profitat de ofertele de la Leda si am achizitionat:

Pachetul Academia Vampirilor

Pachetul Georgina Kincaid

Pachetul „Instrumente Mortale”

Cu revista Bravo am achizitionat:

Continuarea seriei „Jurnalele lui Stefan”

Seria Fetele Gallagher

Primul volum din seria „Academia Vampirilor”

Din strainate am primit:

Royal Street de la Suzanne Johnson

Inked Magic de la Jory Strong

The Syndicate de la Shelena Shorts

Mark of the Witch de la Maggie Shayne

Voi ce a-ti mai primit/cumparat?:)

Anunțuri

AM ADAUGAT IN BIBLIOTECA…(4)

Acum va prezint cartile care le-am mai pus pe rafturile din biblioteca mea de ultima oara cand am postat la aceasta categorie.

Mai pe scurt:

Cu revista Bravo am achizitionat volumele 2 si 3 din seria Cercul Secret de L.J.Smith: Captiva si Puterea.  Puteti vedea recenzia volumului 2 AICI

 Pe blogul Magia Cartilor am castigat Naluca si Naucul de Stacey Kade

 Pe blogul Alexei am castigat volumul 2 din seria Dispozitive Infernale: Printul Mecanic de Cassandra Clare

Pe blogul lui Sabinna am castigat Divergent de Veronica Roth

De la Jeanette Battista am primit Leopard Moon (Puteti vedea descrierea AICI)

Iar din Librarii am achizitionat: 

La propunerea voastra am achizitionat primul Volum din Academia Vampirilor

Primul volum din seria Dispozitive Infernale: Ingerul Mecanic

si Nascuta la Miezul Noptii, primul volum din seria Shadow Falls (Puteti vedea recenzia AICI)

RECENZIE: JOCUL MINCIUNII DE SARA SHEPARD

REZUMAT:

Cum ar fi dacă ai avea o soră geamănă pierdută cu mult timp în urmă?
Cum ar fi dacă ar dispărea exact în ziua în care trebuia să vă întâlniţi?
Cât de departe ai merge ca să afli ce s-a întâmplat?

Când eşti mort, cel mai rău e că nu mai ai parte de micile plăceri ale vieţii: săruturi, secrete, bârfe… Dar eu sunt pe cale să fac ceva ce n-a mai făcut nimeni: să-mi repet viaţa, cu ajutorul Emmei, sora mea geamănă de mult pierdută, pe care nici măcar n-am apucat s-o cunosc.

Am dispărut chiar în ziua când trebuia să ne întâlnim, iar acum Emma încearcă disperată să afle ce s-a întâmplat cu mine. Ca să dezlege puzzle-ul, singura soluţie e să devină eu. Dar cum să râdă la glumele găştii mele de prietene? Cum să-l convingă pe iubitul meu că ea e fata de care s-a îndrăgostit? Cum să facă pe fiica fericită atunci când îi îmbrăţişează de noapte bună pe părinţii mei?

Şi cum să păstreze în continuare secretul atunci când îşi dă seama că ucigaşul îi urmăreşte fiecare mişcare?

Să înceapă jocul minciunii!

Adevăr sau minciună?

OPINIE PERSONALA:

In exclusivitate, prima recenzie la o carte castigata pe un blog (pe blogul lui Adriyann).

Ok pot sa incep sa spun ca urasc cartea asta, o urasc pentru faptul ca ieri m-a tinut aproape toata ziua lipita de ea, vrand sa stiu ce se petrece mai departe! (Cred ca va dati seama ca O urasc vreau sa spun ca imi place la nebunie) Fara sa pot face altceva inafara de a rasfoi cartea pana cand ZAS! s-a terminat. Daca vreti sa cititi o carte care sa va tina cu sufletul la gura de la prima pagina a cartii pana la ultima, cartea aceasta este sigur cea potrivita. Mi-a placut faptul ca cartea este scrisa din punctul de vedere al fantomei (daca poti spune asa, in orice caz, o persoana moarta). Pana sa apara volumul doi (care se presupune ca va aparea cam in jurul lui mai, dupa cum a spus admin de pe Leda) va trebui sa stau sa astept…

Emma a fost abandonata de catre mama ei cand a fost foarte mica, de atunci ea trece de la o familie adoptiva la alta. In familia in care este acum, are un frate, Travis, cu care nu se prea intelege.

Travis ii arata Emmei un videoclip pe internet, in care o fata este strangulata, spre surprinderea ei si a celorlalte persoane din familie, victima este identica cu Emma. Gandindu-se ca aceasta ar putea fi sora ei geamana de mult pierduta Emma o contacteaza pe Sutton, care ii propune sa se intalneasca. Emma accepta, dar Sutton nu se prezinta la intalnirea stabilita cu sora ei. In asteptarea ei, apar prietenele lui Sutton care o confunda pe Emma cu aceasta, neputand sa explice cine este de fapt, aceasta este tarata in luxoasa viara a lui Sutton! La scurt timp Emma primeste un mesaj de la un necunoscut prin care ii se comunica ca Sutton este moarta si trebuie sa se prefaca in continuare ca ea este Sutton, daca nu, ea va fi urmatoarea victima a criminalului.

Ce sa faca Emma acum? Nu poate fugi, nu poata sa vorbeasca cu nimeni despre cele intamplate…singura optiune este sa se drea dept sora ei moarta. Toti aveau un motiv mai mare sau mai mic ca sa o faca sa dispara pe Sutton, dar cine a facut-o? Cum va reactiona Emma cand va afla cat de complicata este viata surorii sale, si cum se va preface ca il place pe Garret, prietenul lui Sutton? Veti afla citind cartea.

Cartea asta a fost chiar de nota 10, eram cu nervii intansi la maxim, fiinda autoarea te conduce spre piste multiple despre cine este criminalul, e el, nu e el, e celaltalt… cam asa eram eu in timpul lecturii.

NOTA: 5+/5

CITAT:

„Dormi intotdeauna iepureste. Nu te increde in nimic. Cele mai bune prietene pot fi cele mai mari dusmance. Si cel mai important, nu trebuia sa afle nimic din ceea ce aflase despre mine.”

AM ADAUGAT IN BIBLIOTECA…(3)

De ultima oara cand am postat la aceasta categorie am reusit sa mai strang niste carti, nu multe, dar totusi ceva e ceva 😀

Jocul Minciuni am castigat-o pe blogul lui Adriyan.

Blestemul Focului mi-a fost oferita de libraria online Libris pentru recenzie, a ajuns astazi curierul cu ea, abia astept sa o citesc.

Iar cu revista Bravo am achizitionat primul volum din trilogia „Cercul Secret” de L.J.Smith, autoarea seriei Jurnalele Vampirilor.

Atat a fost deocamdata, ce parere aveti?

AM ADAUGAT IN BIBLIOTECA…(2)

Ei uite ca am revenit cu un nou articol la aceata sectiune, astazi mi-am reiinoit biblioteca cu doua carti: Una cumparata si alta venita prin posta. Ei iata acele carti sunt:

Am cumparat „Pe jumatate moarta”de Kim Harrison si prin posta am primit Ascension de Caris Roane, primul volum din seria „Guardians of Ascension”, cartea mi-a fost trimisa de autoare, pentru ca vroiam foarte mult sa citesc cartea. Mai jos va las o mica descriere a ambelor carti.

PE JUMATATE MOARTA:

O LUME MISTERIOASA, UN CARATER FEMININ PUTERNIC, UMOR, SUSPANS SI UN STROP DE ROMANCE.

 

Ma numesc Madison Avery si trebuie sa va spun ca acolo se afla mai mult decat puteti vedea, auzi sau atinge. Stiu, pentru ca eu ma aflu acolo. Si vad. Aud. Ating. Traiesc.

 

Balul de absolvire al lui Madison a fost mortal – la propriu. Din cine stie ce motiv, ea a fost tinta unui spintecator al intunericului – da, genul acela de spintecator – decis sa scape de ea, cu trup si suflet. Dar, inainte ca spintecatorul sa-si incheie treaba, Madison a reusit sa-i ia amuleta ciudata si stralucitoare si sa scape.

 

Acum, e captiva pe Pamant – moarta, dar nu disparuta. Cumva, amuleta ii ofera iluzia unui corp, permitandu-i sa traiasca la limita dintre viata si moarte, undeva intre acum si ceea ce urmeaza. Nu stie de ce, spintecatorul intunericului e pe urmele ei, dar ea n-are de gand sa stea cu mainile in san si sa lase soarta sa-si urmeze cursul.

 

Cu putina ingeniozitate si cu ajutorul unui spintecator al luminii (unul dintre tipii buni ! Poate…), dar si al baiatului de care e  indragostita, precum si al (o, da !) ingerului ei pazitor, Madison e gata sa-si ia destinul in propriile maini o data pentru totdeauna, inainte ca acesta sa o controleze pe ea.

ASCENSION:

“Sexy, cool, edgy romantic fantasy…Prepare to be enthralled.”

New York Times bestselling author Lara Adrian onAscension

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Discover a secret, sensual world of winged vampire warriors and the women they crave–in an epic battle between unearthly longing and immortal love…

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On The Wings of Desire

Alison Wells is no ordinary woman. Born with super-natural powers, she can never make love to a man without putting him in grave danger. But when her special vision reveals a glorious muscled man soaring overhead on might wings, she feels an overwhelming attraction she cannot resist-even as he tells her “I have come for you. Your blood belong to me.”

In the Heat of Passion

Kerrick is a vampire and a warrior who has fought his hunger for a woman’s love for the past two hundred years. As a Guardian of Ascension, he is sworn to protect Alison from the death vamp armies who crave her blood and her power. But Kerrick has cravings of his own-a forbidden longing to open his heart and veins to Alison. To share his blood…satisfy his thirst…and seal their fates forever.


The following is the opening scene to Ascension…

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Vampire.
A most sacred mantle lost to the desecration of those who partake of dying blood.
Vampire.
Keep thyself pure.

– Collected Proverbs, Beatrice of Fourth

~

Chapter One

Kerrick stood by the bar at The Blood and Bite, looking for a woman, the right woman, the one that would keep his head straight, the one he craved. His thighs twitched, heavy muscles he’d worked hard an hour ago, muscles demanding relief. Hunger lived in him now, deep, begging, fierce. He was a vampire and a warrior. He needed what he needed.
Yet something had changed and now he craved.

What he craved, however, he couldn’t have.

He’d taken vows.

His gaze slid around the south Phoenix club, into the many dark corners, the deep padded booths covered in red velvet, past the flashing strobes meant to disguise the various dark deeds which brought mortal women in droves to the vampire joint. The bar had the only real light, enhanced by a tall mirror behind a landscape of hundreds of gem-like bottles. The rest of the club slid to darkness all around the edges.

Vibrant moans punctuated the noise of the club and made his thighs twitch all over again.

Still, what he needed wasn’t here, wasn’t the fuck anywhere. He’d awakened a few hours ago with a hum in his chest that wouldn’t go away, a need unfulfilled and now screaming. It wasn’t just sex but sex was what called to him as an opener, a place to begin. He hunted with his groin but couldn’t find her. Not here. He wasn’t even looking. He couldn’t look. He’d taken vows, goddammit.

“You listening?”

Kerrick shot his gaze to Thorne. “Shit. Sorry. No.”

“What the hell is the matter with you tonight?” Thorne, the leader of the Warriors of the Blood sat on a stool next to him nursing a tumbler of Ketel One.

Kerrick leaned his hips against the bar and turned to scan the dance floor. Loud sexy music pumped through the dark club. Shadows passed back and forth, women giggling, men chasing as they had from the beginning of time. He shook his head. “You ever had an itch you couldn’t scratch?” He heard Thorne suck in a deep breath then exhale like he’d been breathing water.

“Sure. Every night of my life.”

Kerrick palmed the back of his neck and rubbed. The muscles were tight but then they’d been tight for a few centuries. How long had he been here? Twelve. Yeah, his muscles had been tight for twelve centuries. What would it be like to have the strain worked out of every muscle?

He turned in the direction of the barkeep then tapped his glass on the counter. Sam Finch, owner of The Blood and Bite, drew close with a bottle of Maker’s and refilled the tumbler with two fingers of liquid gold.

Kerrick nodded his thanks then threw back the whisky. He was used to the burn as he swallowed. He let the fire eat up his throat. He breathed in the vapors, felt his veins melt a little, yet no relief. Never relief, just a slight unwinding. “Where’s Medichi?”

“I told you,” Thorne said. His voice always sounded like he’d roughed it up with some large-grade sandpaper. “I sent him to Awatukee. Everyone’s out already. Again, what the hell is with you?”

Kerrick scowled. “Shit.” The rest of the warriors had received their assignments for the first round of battling but like every night for a warrior, anything could happen and usually did. “I’ve got this uneasy sense that all hell is about to break loose. And it isn’t even a full moon.” Kerrick tapped the bar once more. Sam refilled. He always took care of the warriors, staying close. “That will be Endelle.”

What will be Endelle?” Thorne’s phone buzzed. He flipped Kerrick off then slashed the small flat card to his ear. “Give.” He nodded and let loose a bunch of yes, ma’ams for the next minute.

Kerrick shifted hips and torso, his gaze locked on Thorne. The brother’s hazel eyes were red-rimmed and not from weeping–too much Ketel One and no reason to put the bottle down. Thorne kept his fingers around the tumbler, stroking his thumb up and down the cold glass. He was Endelle’s numero uno and Endelle answered to no one. She headed the main peacekeeping force in their world and the warriors were hers to command. She was also a stick of dynamite, lit, ready to go off.

Kerrick drew in another deep breath. His gaze drifted to the dance floor. A wicked beat had the ladies gyrating and the men putting their hands everywhere. A few fangs pierced necks, which forced Kerrick to take another deep breath. He should get out there and get some relief. Blood would help. So would getting inside a woman. Yet, how long would the buzz last? These days, not even two minutes so what was the point?

Besides, what he needed wasn’t swinging her hips on a dance floor and what he needed he’d vowed never to take again. What he needed was a scent meant only for him, a myth, a woman who could fill all the deep gorges of his heart. Even if he found her, he was bound, hands together, ankles lashed, mouth gagged, heart blocked by a steel cage of guilt. So…shit.

He slung back the Maker’s and tapped the bar again. Sam was once more at his elbow.

“Yes, ma’am.” Thorne slugged Kerrick’s thigh and caught his attention. He looked up at Kerrick but kept speaking into the phone. “Sure you don’t want someone else? That particular warrior needs some R & R. In fact, I think he ought to be pulled for the night.” He drew the phone away from his ear and winced. Kerrick could hear the shouting and the words were the same set he used when he was just a little pissed off. He smiled and sipped. Endelle had lost her subtlety a few millennia ago.

Endelle. Bitch-on-wheels, yet he’d die for her. She was what kept their world from sinking beneath the enemy’s boot and Kerrick served her, they all did. The Warriors of the Blood loved her, hated her, goddam respected her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Thorne’s head bobbed and more yessums followed. Finally, he thumbed his phone and replaced it in an upper slit of his black leather kilt. He wore battle gear and would soon head out like the rest of them. “You’ve got an assignment.”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” He needed his sword in one hand and his dagger in the other. Battling always helped, always took some of the strain from his neck. He stood upright ready for action. Thorne just looked at him.

“What?” Kerrick snapped.

“It might be a woman.”

Kerrick shook his head. “She wants me to protect a mortal female? What the fuck? You know the vow I took and so does Endelle. I don’t guard females.”

Thorne met his gaze head on, no blinking.

“Shit.” Kerrick dug in his heels, lowered his chin. He split his resonance. “Not gonna do it.” He’d taken a vow and the hell he’d overturn it just because Her Supremeness willed it so.

“Endelle requested you on this one, no one else. She never pushes me about assignments so she must have her reasons. Besides, she didn’t have any details. She saw something in her meditations, which as you know do not always pan out.”

“I’m better off battling. With the mood I’m in, I could crush skulls with my bare hands tonight.” His biceps flexed and quivered, a thoroughbred at the gate.

“Sorry. She wants you.”

The song ended abruptly and Kerrick’s voice boomed the length of the building, “Fuck you.”

All conversation, from one end of the club to the other, got knocked off-track for about three long seconds. Kerrick glanced around and anyone looking his direction immediately looked away. Warriors weren’t known for their sweet tempers.

Thorne lifted off his seat, his hazel eyes hard as steel. He met Kerrick’s gaze dead on. “You don’t have a choice.”

“The hell I don’t and that would be Jeannie.”

“Jeannie?” Thorne cried. “What the hell are you talking about?” His phone buzzed and he flipped Kerrick off again as he drew the card to his ear. “Give,” he barked. “Oh. Hey, Jeannie. Sorry. What’s up?”

Jeannie worked at Central Command. All the night’s assignments flowed from Central straight to Thorne. Central mapped the entire Metro Phoenix area and knew exactly where the enemy operated and where the warriors needed to be. Kerrick narrowed his eyes, his fingers flexed around his tumbler. He imagined his sword in one hand, dagger in the other. His heart rate increased.

“Got it,” Thorne said. He returned his phone to the same pocket and let another juicy set of obscenities fly. “Okay. You’ve got a reprieve. Four pretty-boys active in a downtown alley. You know the drill.”

“Four,” Kerrick murmured, nodding. He almost smiled. He clapped Thorne on the shoulder. “Thank you,” he said. “But please just get me the hell out of this other bullshit assignment.”

 

AM ADAUGAT IN BIBLIOTECA…

Ei, mi-am strans niste bani si am avut destui incat sa-mi cumpar o carte, asa ca nu am stat pe ganduri si am mers pana in centru la libraria Humanitas si am cumparat cartea Eve de Anna Carey, mai jos va las o poza a cartii si un mic rezumat al cartii.

O FASCINANTĂ AVENTURĂ DISTOPICĂ, PETRECUTĂ ÎN 2032, LA ŞAISPREZECE ANI DUPĂ CE UN VIRUS MORTAL A ŞTERS APROAPE ÎNTREAGA POPULAŢIE DE PE FAŢA PĂMÂNTULUI EVOCATIVĂ, ROMANTICĂ ŞI UNEORI ÎNSPĂIMÂNTĂTOARE, EVE ESTE PRIMUL ROMAN DINTR-O NOUĂ TRILOGIE CAPTIVANTĂ, CU O EROINĂ DE NEUITAT.

În ultima noapte petrecută în şcoala de fete unde este elevă, Eve descoperă ceea ce se întâmplă în realitate cu absolventele – şi soarta cumplită care le aşteaptă.
Evadând din singurul cămin pe care îl cunoscuse vreodată, ea porneşte într-o călătorie lungă, presărată cu piedici înşelătoare, în căutarea unui loc în care să poată supravieţui. Pe drum îl întâlneşte pe Caleb, un băiat rebel şi dur, care trăieşte în sălbăticie. Separată de bărbaţi întreaga viaţă,
Eve fusese învăţată să se teamă de aceştia, dar Caleb îi câştigă treptat încrederea… şi inima. Când soldaţii încep să îi vâneze, Eve trebuie să aleagă între adevărata dragoste şi propria ei viaţă.

EVOCATIVĂ, ROMANTICĂ ŞI UNEORI ÎNSPĂIMÂNTĂTOARE, EVE ESTE PRIMUL ROMAN DINTR-O NOUĂ TRILOGIE CAPTIVANTĂ, CU O EROINĂ DE NEUITAT.