Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Det är ju 17 maj idag, och all orsak att fira norskt!
Jag tänker inte bli komplicerad på något sätt, det blir helt enkelt länk till de två senaste böckerna jag läst av norska författare, och sen hoppas jag att vädret i Norge idag är bättre än här i Finland, för här har det börjat regna. Det blir också rabarberpaj ikväll, årets första. Och det är väl så gott som något att fira Norge med!
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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)
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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
Alla behöver vi en sommar på oss för att lära oss flyga, känna att vingarna bär.
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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)
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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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