
Från oss alla till er alla en riktigt god jul!
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Från oss alla till er alla en riktigt god jul!
Dagens adventskalenderbild är jul-tortillachips.
Den här granen finns utanför biblioteket som är öppet en kväll i veckan. Där brukar jag vara på tisdagskvällarna.
Dagens adventskalenderbild kallar jag ”julstämning på jobbet ”. För det får jag av pepparkakste.
I redan invand stil är det två bilder idag en för igår, en för idag.
Amaryllis är en så vacker julblomma, och på den undre bilden min receptbok som jag plockade fram för att baka dadelkaka.
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)
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)
dikten-ordet-tanken-bilden
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
Böcker bakning matlagning
Läsning pågår
Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. (Markus Zusak)
Blandad galenskap
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)