Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Vilken bok? Jane Austen-klubben av Karen Joy Fowler.
Var har jag fått tag på den? Biblioteket, naturligtvis.
Vad handlar boken om? En grupp som läser Jane Austens böcker tillsammans.
Vad tycker jag? Om man är insnöad på Jane Austen läser man antagligen den här boken bara för den sakens skull. Vi får en liten kort inblick i de olika individernas liv, men en ganska ytlig inblick blir det. Och det förekommer lite spridd Jane Austen-information, men rätt lite ändå. Sådär okej läsning.
Jūras bibliotēka Jūrmalā
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
tanker om bøker
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bokrecensioner
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Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bøker,tegneserier,spill,film...sånt!
Martin Falkman, författare till fem romaner.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
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Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Ironi blandas med egensinnig humor. Ibland kan inläggen ta ett och annat allvarligt galoppsteg.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Alla behöver vi en sommar på oss för att lära oss flyga, känna att vingarna bär.
Läsglädje, bokpassion och annat hjärtevärmande
Book Reviews: Scifi, Fantasy, and the stuff in between
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Reflektioner och funderingar kring olika böcker
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Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
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Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Reading and Writing Since 2006
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Jūras bibliotēka Jūrmalā
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
tanker om bøker
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bokrecensioner
lektör | korrekturläsare | redaktör
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Bøker,tegneserier,spill,film...sånt!
Martin Falkman, författare till fem romaner.
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
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