I 100 libri

Buonasera :) Ho trovato questo studio particolare su internet e ho pensato fosse carino riportare la lista sul blog per vedere quali sono le mie lacune ^^ Se vi va lasciate nei commenti i vostri risultati e/o le vostre opinioni sullo studio, leggerò e risponderò a tutto con grande piacere!

La BBC afferma che la maggior parte delle persone ha letto solo 6 dei 100 libri presenti nella seguente lista.

Istruzioni: 

Commenta incollando la lista e mettendo accanto al titolo una "V" in quelli letti interamente, una "X" accanto a quelli  iniziati ma non finiti. 

1 Orgoglio e Pregiudizio – Jane Austen  "V"
2 Il Signore degli Anelli – JRR Tolkien  "V"
3 Il Profeta - Kahlil Gibran
4 Harry Potter – JK Rowling "V"
5 Se questo è un uomo - Primo Levi "V"
6 La Bibbia
7 Cime Tempestose– Emily Bronte 
8 1984 – George Orwell "V"
9 I Promessi Sposi – Alessandro Manzoni "X"
10 La Divina Commedia – Dante Alighieri "X"
11 Piccole Donne– Louisa M Alcott 
12 Lessico Familiare – Natalia Ginzburg
13 Comma 22 – Joseph Heller
14. L'opera completa di Shakespeare 
15 Il Giardino dei Finzi Contini - Giorgio Bassani
16 Lo Hobbit – JRR Tolkien  "V"
17 Il Nome della Rosa - Umberto Eco 
18 Il Gattopardo - Tomasi di Lampedusa 
19 Il Processo – Franz Kafka
20 Le Affinità Elettive - Goethe
21 Via col Vento – Margaret Mitchell
22 Il Grande Gatsby– F Scott Fitzgerald 
23 Casa Desolata – Charles Dickens
24 Guerra e Pace – Lev Tolstoj
25 Guida Galattica per Autostoppisti – Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27 Delitto e Castigo – Fyodor Dostoevskj
28 Odissea -Omero "V"
29 Alice nel Paesedelle Meraviglie – Lewis Carroll 
30 L'insostenibile leggerezza dell'essere - Milan Kundera
31 Anna Karenina – Lev Tolstoj
32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens 
33 Le Cronache di Narnia – CS Lewis "X"
34 Emma – Jane Austen "X"
35 Cuore – Edmondo de Amici 
36 La Coscienza di Zeno – Italo Svevo 
37 Il Cacciatore di Aquiloni – Khaled Hosseini
38 Il Mandolino del Capitano Corelli – Louis De Berniere
39 Memorie di una Geisha – Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41 La Fattoria degli Animali – George Orwell
42 Il Codice da Vinci –Dan Brown "V"
43 Cento Anni di Solitudine – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 Il Barone Rampante – Italo Calvino
45 Gli Indifferenti – Alberto Moravia "V"
46 Memorie di Adriano – Marguerite Yourcenar
47 I Malavoglia - Giovanni Verga "V"
48 Il Fu Mattia Pascal – Luigi Pirandello "V"
49 Il Signore delle Mosche – William Golding "V"
50 Cristo si è fermato ad Eboli - Carlo Levi
51 Vita di Pi – Yann Martel
52 Il Vecchio e il Mare - Ernest Hemingway "V"
53 Don Chisciotte della Mancia – Cervantes
54 I Dolori del Giovane Werther – J. W. Goethe "V"
55 Le Avventure di Pinocchio – Collodi
56 L'ombra del vento – Carlos Ruiz Zafon 
57 Siddharta - Hermann Hesse
58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59 Lo strano caso delcane ucciso a mezzanotte – Mark Haddon "V"
60 L'Amore ai Tempi del Colera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Uomini e topi – John Steinbeck
62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63 Il Commissario Maigret – George Simenon "V"
64 Amabili resti – Alice Sebold
65 Il Conte di Monte Cristo –Alexandre Dumas
66 Sulla Strada – Jack Kerouac
67 La luna e i Falò - Cesare Pavese
68 Il Diario di Bridget Jones – Helen Fielding 
69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72 Dracula – Bram Stoker "V"
73 Tre Uomini in Barca - Jerome K. Jerome
74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75 Ulisse – James Joyce
76 I Buddenbroock – Thomas Mann
77 Il buio oltre la siepe - Harper Lee
78 Gérminal – Emile Zola
79 La fiera delle vanità – William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession – AS Byatt
81 Canto di Natale – Charles Dickens
82 Il Ritratto di Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde 
83 Il Colore Viola – Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert 
86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88 Il Rosso e il Nero - Stendhal
89 Le Avventure di Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton
91 Cuore di tenebra – Joseph Conrad "V"
92 Il Piccolo Principe – Antoine De Saint-Exupery "V"
93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks 
94 Niente di nuovo sul fronte occidentale - Remarque "V"
95 Un Uomo - Oriana Fallaci
96 Il Giovane Holden - Salinger "V"
97 I Tre Moschettieri – Alexandre Dumas "V"
98 Amleto– William Shakespeare
99 Charlie e la fabbrica di cioccolato – Roald Dahl 
100 I Miserabili –Victor Hugo

Poteva andare meglio, 22 letti e 4 in sospeso/abbandonati.. Voi invece come siete messi? :)

WWW...Wednesdays (72)

Buonasera! Riprendiamo con l'appuntamento settimanale (in orario per una volta, evviva!!) della rubrica WWW..Wednesdays :)

@Shouldbereading

Come funziona questa rubrica? Semplicemente rispondendo a queste 3 domande:

* What are you currently reading? (Cosa stai leggendo?)
* What did you recently finish reading? (Quale libro hai finito di recente?)

* What do you think you’ll read next? (Quale libro sarà la tua prossima lettura?)

What are you currently reading?

Inizio proprio ora La regola del gioco, so che questa serie è molto apprezzata all'estero quindi spero di non rimanere delusa dalla lettura :)

What did you recently finish reading?

Ho letto Mente criminale: mamma mia, dire che amo questa autrice è riduttivo, stavolta si è davvero superata.

What do you think you’ll read next?

Ho ancora un thriller che mi chiama dalla libreria ed è il secondo volume della trilogia su Victor, il sicario nato dalla penna di Tom Wood: e Nemico sia!

Bene, queste sono le mie risposte della settimana; quali sono le vostre? :)

Book Blitz: Impervious di Heather Letto + giveaway

Buongiorno :) Eccoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; oggi vi presento uno young adult post-apocalittico, come sempre spero possa piacervi :) 

Titolo: Impervious

Autore: Heather Letto

Genere: Young Adult distopico post-apocalittico
Trama: The residents of Impervious are the remnant—survivors of the War of Annihilation. And though the city is chockfull of pleasures to tantalize and entertain, a beast lurks in its corners haunting the residents with its presence. The Beast—a mysterious and terminal illness--has killed off most of Generations One, Two and Three. And as Gen-Four prepares to take the stage a provocative, yet questionable, new method to avoid an untimely death becomes a cultural rage. 

But Fran is counter-cultural. And living off the grid in true rebel fashion, her life is far from opulent. Scurrying through dark tunnels, searching for hot meals and ditching the holographic security team encompass most of her day. However, she views it as a healthy trade-off. Unaccountability means The Council can’t steal her sliver of hope--a belief that she’ll see The Epoch arrive before the beast can pull her into its fetid embrace. 

After losing her mother and then her Rebel mentor, however, she grasps painfully onto the splintered sliver, until a new hope is born. First through Pete. And then through a miraculous discovery. 

But the question still haunts her…

Can she outrun The Beast? 

Heather Letto considers herself but a worker in the field with a desire to share truth through the art of good story.  In real life, she’s the proud mother of two grown sons and lives part-time in Northern Illinois with her husband, but scurries off to warmer climates when the mercury takes a dive on the thermometer. As well as The Ascension Series, Heather contributes to WHOAwomen magazine, The Fit Christian, Tween Girls and God, Devotion Magazine as well as Swagga for Christ Ministry.

ESTRATTO

Fran thought for sure they would notice the hum when every venting slid open. She at least assumed there might be shouts from onlookers as thirty­one rebels emerged into the barren courts.
And she really hadn’t counted on hearing Pete’s voice. “Wolf. Go back!”
She her feet froze in place, and her head turned to view the expanse of The Agora. It didn’t make sense. What was going on? Not one Graphie emerged. Not a single pixelated presence or computer generated voice declared each rebel become accountable.
Every tiny hair on Fran’s body rose, and her head buzzed with an intense electromagnetic manifestation. Overhead lights dimmed, and a holographic scene unfolded. The smooth flooring of the shopping courts morphed into a desert­like terrain―just like the scene when she watched Nissa perform Mission Perdition for Ted. The Lunch Hut became a jagged butte with sharp rocks jutting out from its face. Hot wind burned her cheeks while pelting sand blew through the air. Artificial warmth engulfed her body. Her hands glowed.
“Ladies and Gentleman. Welcome to the Desert…”
The voice boomed like thunder and echoed off of the high ceiling.
“Tonight’s debut performance, brought to you by way of The Council, is the ultimate in the gaming experience. Be prepared to go to the brink. Ready yourself for the show of a lifetime. You will find yourself on the edge of your seat as fantasy becomes reality and reality turns to fantasy.”
Every rebel lit up like a glowing Graphie. Her mind reeled.
What the….?
A gritty substance scratched at her skin. She rubbed the heated surface and recognized the smell of magnetized dust—the technology that turned a live man into a gaming avatar.
Highly­charged metallic receptacles pelted her skin, not desert sand as she assumed earlier.
Although from her vantage point, Fran clearly recognized each Rebel housed within the glow of the holographic cameras, she realized that on the video screens, to the spectators watching in the stands, they were nothing more than gaming pieces.
Thirty­one vents hummed closed as Zombies emerged—dreadful holographs with open wounds and rotted flesh. Fetid odor permeated through the courts; their shrieks and groans became a nightmarish audio backdrop as the announcer continued.
“Tonight, the battle of Behemoth and Queen Xyphon continues, as well as the fight between the dead and the Unaccountable. The Queen will rule with the Zombies, and the dreaded Behemoth will wreak havoc with the Rebels. Sit back and enjoy the entertainment as we present to you, Mission Perdition II–Nightmare of a Rebel.”
Music sounded as the words “Mission Perdition II” floated through the air.
This can’t be happening.
Fran’s head whipped from side to side. A few Rebels scurried back to the openings from where they had emerged. Fran shook herself from the shock­inflicted paralysis. A human instinct, as basic as breathing, overtook her senses.
Fight or flight.
She ran to the venting and swiped in the code.
Nothing.
Her hands shook. Maybe she swiped the wrong numbers. She tried it again.
Nothing. The grating remained stone cold. Unmoving. Locked up tight.
She looked around as her comrades struggled for the safety of the dark maze. They scurried as they tried to dodge the ethereal light draped over them to no avail.
About twenty­five feet away, Derrick, one of the newer Rebels, huddled against his venting and pounded on the opening with balled fists. His face contorted, and his mouth moved as he screamed. The crowd cheered when growls of death rang out from the hidden speakers, drowning out his desperate cries.
A grisly, yellow­faced Zombie lunged at the rebel brother and covered him in a mound of snarls and rotting flesh. Holographic blood squirted out from beneath the Zombie, painting a nearby wall with red pixelations.
Fran’s heart stopped.
But it’s not real.
She closed her eyes.
It’s not real. None of this is real.
She repeated it over and over. In their insane minds, The Council believed they could use The Rebels as human avatars. Fran knew it took more than holographic teeth and claws to kill a real man.
Finally, the Zombie stepped away from Derrick. He lay on the ground in a helpless pile.
Unmoving. A pixelated stream of blood trickled from his body.
Fran screamed, “Derrick, get up!”
Her cries couldn’t be heard over the surrounding roar as the crowd went wild. The Zombie lifted two hands over his head in the sign of victory as he lumbered away from Derrick, toward Fran.
“Derrick, get up!” She screamed the command over and over as she raced toward his body. As she lifted her hand, a spade pixelated in the air as if she held it. It stayed with her as she ran, and right when she moved past the Zombie, the spade came down onto his head. When it sunk, a deep, gloppy, squishing sound heralded through the speakers.
Holographic gray matter oozed, leaving Fran sick to her stomach.
It’s not real; it’s not real.
She continued running blindly toward Derrick almost collided with Folsom as they both made the approach. Derrick still lay unmoving.
He can’t be dead. It was just a holograph.
She smelled it first―the odor of seared flesh. Her gaze locked in on his body. He remained wide­eyed as if in shock. His arms jerked once or twice, and his legs followed suit, giving Fran a moment of hope. Yet, as she neared, she saw the absence of breath—no rise or fall of his chest.
And a soft coil of smoke as it rose from Derrick’s body.
He had been cooked… from the inside out.

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Book Blitz: Burning down the house di Allie Gail + giveaway

Dopo un'intensa giornata di studio chiudiamo con un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; anche questa volta vi presento un new adult, come sempre spero possa piacervi :) Non perdete il ricco giveaway alla fine del post ;)

Titolo: Burning downt the house

Autore: Allie Gail

Genere: New Adult contemporaneo
Trama: Rob Kensington is just your typical high school senior. Athletic, intelligent, handsome. Sees a therapist once a week. Because his parents just died in a house fire of questionable origin. And he doesn’t seem to care.
Maybe he isn’t so typical.
Sara Marsh had no clue when she returned to live with her divorced father that the bedroom down the hall would be occupied by a stray with a major attitude problem. The last time she saw Rob, he was a brooding goth who could have passed as Marilyn Manson’s love child. But at some point during her three years away, Creepy Kensington managed to evolve into a sizzling hot star running back with smoldering hazel eyes.
The attraction is undeniable. The temptation is irresistible. And soon they’re sharing more than just an address. But with another life lost in a deliberately set blaze, Sara’s trust is faltering. Has she lost her heart to a serial arsonist? He’s already shown her the allure of playing with fire.
And someone’s about to get burned.

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Allie Gail fell in love with the written word from the moment she was issued her very first Sally, Dick and Jane book. Born and raised in Alabama, she now resides in the panhandle of Florida with her own blue-eyed Prince Charming and three obnoxious cats. When she's not working on her latest literary project, she can usually be found watching B-movie horror (the cheesier, the better), reading or playing online computer games while indulging her unhealthy Pepsi addiction.

ESTRATTI

#1

“Hellooo, baaaa-by!”
Startled, I floundered to cover my boobs while splashing water over the side of the tub and all across the floor in the process. “What the hell! What are you - get out of here!” I threw a loofah at him but in my haste I missed.
Ignoring my demand, Rob moseyed over to kneel beside the bathtub, propping his arms on the edge and smirking at my compromising position. There weren’t any bubbles left to hide under, so I quickly drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. “What are you, deaf? I said get out!”
“I heard what you said.” To my amazement, he dipped his fingers in the water and swirled them around. “Water’s getting cold.”
“Then take your hand out of it!” I snapped, my cheeks flushing pink.
“I think we should let it out.” He reached underwater for the drain stopper, and his grin slowly spread as my eyes widened.
“Don’t you dare.”
“See…payback’s a bitch, now isn’t it?”
“Don’t touch that drain. I mean it.” To my horror, I felt an overwhelming urge to laugh and I pressed my lips together to suppress a smile. For some idiotic reason, whenever I get nervous I start giggling like a deranged person. I have no idea why. It’s very annoying, especially because it happens at the most inopportune moments.
“I thought we were playing You-Show-Me-Yours-And-I’ll-Show-You-Mine.” He lifted the edge of the stopper just enough to tease me, allowing a small amount of water to escape. “Well, you had your go and now it’s my turn.”
“I think you’ve had one too many beers!” That probably wasn’t even far from the truth. After all, I’d never seen him acting this cheeky before.
“Whoops. Oh my goodness - what do we have here?” He plucked the stopper completely out and held it up, just out of my reach. The water began to rush down the drain. To me it seemed to be disappearing ten times faster than usual.
“It’s not funny!” I protested, even though I was struggling not to giggle at that point. 
My shoulders were shaking.
“I’m not the one laughing,” he reminded me.
“All right - fine, you got me back. Ha, ha, you’re so clever. At least hand me a towel.”
“Mm…I don’t think so.”
“Hand me a freaking towel!” The water was getting perilously low, and I shoved one foot over the drain to try and diminish the flow.
“You didn’t say please…” he sang softly.
“Rob…” I looked straight at him then, directly into those hazel eyes, and something I saw in them squashed my impulse to laugh. I don’t know what it was, but all of a sudden the only impulse I felt anymore was the overpowering urge to kiss him. And not only that. I had the craziest compulsion to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him on top of me and let him do me six ways to Sunday, right there in the bathtub.
My expression must have been transparent because his smile inexplicably faded. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. For what, I can’t say. But I guess he didn’t find what he was looking for there. Straightening, he tossed me the drain stopper and walked out without a word.

#2

“Sara…” He rubbed his forehead like he was developing a headache. “I don’t want your dad worrying about us.”
“Why would he worry about us?”
“He should be worrying. If he knew the thoughts that have been running through my mind lately, he’d be really worried.” He looked over at me but I couldn’t make out his expression in the darkness. “It’s bad enough trying to sleep at night knowing you’re right down the hall from me. You’re so close, sometimes it’s really hard not to…” He gave his head a shake. “Your father has done way too much for me. I owe him a lot. I really don’t think the ideal way for me to express my appreciation is by seducing his daughter. You get what I’m saying?”
Oh. Oh, wow. So he’d been having the naughty thoughts, too. “Yeah. I get what you’re saying.” Sure, I got it - I just really, really didn’t like it.
“I knew I shouldn’t have kissed you. I think I just made things a hundred times harder.” One hand reached down to adjust his pants. “In more ways than one.”
I tried not to smile, but come on. There’s just something about knowing you have that much of an effect on someone. I couldn’t help teasing him a bit. “Eight or nine times a day, huh?”
“I was kidding. Although I may break a personal record tonight. We’ll see.”
“I don’t know how you expect me to sleep knowing you’re in the next room doing that.”
“Well…you could do it too, you know.” His voice softened to almost a whisper, and he leaned in a little closer to me. “It’s a good way to relieve tension. I think you should try it. Oh, yeah…I like that idea. I like it a lot. You touching yourself while thinking about me…now that is one very sexy image.”
I felt like all the air had just been sucked from my lungs. My fingers couldn’t lie still; they clenched the purple chiffon over my thighs as I pressed them tightly together. I swallowed, not trusting myself to speak.
“What if I told you that you’re who I picture when I’m getting myself off? Would that freak you out?”
Oh, holy fuck… “No.” The word came out sounding unintentionally throaty.
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“No. Should it?”
“I don’t know. I’m glad it doesn’t. I seem to be doing it a lot more since I got a look at you naked in the bathtub.”
I was glad the night prevented him from seeing how flushed I’d become. My left hand reached for the heater to turn it off.
“It did suddenly get hot in here, didn’t it?” He laughed softly.
“Yes. It did.” So hot.
“I think we better call it a night now. Is that okay?”
“If you…uh, mm-hm. Sure.” Great. I’d always wanted to find a guy with principles and look what it got me. A heart arrhythmia and damp panties.

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Book Blitz: The boyfriend list di R.S. Novelle + giveaway

Buongiorno :) Eccoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; oggi vi presento un new adult, come sempre spero possa piacervi :) 

Titolo: The boyfriend list

Autore: R.S. Novelle

Genere: New Adult romance
Trama: The Boyfriend List follows twenty-year-old Reagan in her quest for the perfect relationship after a somewhat tragic spring break breakup leaves her disillusioned about love… again.
Reagan had always prided herself on making levelheaded, practical, analytical decisions about everything. Everything, that is, except where guys are concerned. Which was proven to her, once again, when her “boyfriend” opts to take another girl on their oh-so-romantic trip to his lake house. In order to prevent future heartbreak, she creates a checklist of all the qualities she wants in a man, and vows not to give her heart away again until she can determine if they fit every last criteria.
After scouring campus with her two best friends in her tricky journey, her detective work returns a pile of unworthy rejects, and it seems as though her choices are narrowed down to only two options: the hot stranger who’s inspired her new project, and her best guy friend Ian, who she’s always kept at bay due to his perceived playboy reputation.
Reagan gets more than she bargained for with her new set of rules, however, and is surprised to find that love, and the perfect boyfriend, may have been within reach the entire time. But will Ian’s reputation ruin his chances to prove his worth? And can Reagan let go of her insecurities long enough to even give him a chance?

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Renee’ Novelle is Preceded by a long line of published family members, including Pulitzer Prize nominated author and Poet Laureate of Kentucky Jesse Stuart. As a child, Novelle was already gaining recognition for several of her works, and in her formative years, she continued this trend by earning local awards for her short stories and poems. Inspired to cultivate her talent, Novelle pursued freelance journalism and has found placement of 75 of her pieces in both online and print publications since 2008. Additionally, she has written multiple screenplays, and contributed her savvy, effective writing style to many non-profit and for profit organizations. She launched several blogs over the years, which garnered international attention. 
In 2013, Novelle returned to her first love – fiction. She writes psychological and paranormal thrillers, as well as contemporary fiction and new adult fiction.

ESTRATTO

Maybe she needed to get some fresh air, she decided. Go for a walk, clear her head. Anything to distract her focus from her thoughts and reset her mind back on her paper.
Decision made. She shut down her computer, set aside her books and wrapped her long hair into a somewhat sloppy bun on the top of her head. 
Reagan had contemplated a light sweatshirt to ward off the last cold brisk of winter that clung to the night air in stubborn resignation, then decided against it. 
But before she’d even left her bedroom, she turned back and yanked it off her bed after all. Apparently she was having a hard time making up her mind about everything that night.
Zipping it halfway up her torso, just below her breasts, she crept quietly out the front door and turned to lock it behind her. A quick breeze whipped its way around the corner and down the corridor, and as a shiver worked its way up her spine, she was thankful she’d listened to her intuition. Maybe she should do that more often.
But just as Reagan turned to go down the stairs and head out on her walk, she was met – nearly head on – by an unexpected sight. Ian stood before her, mildly drunk but mostly sober, looking as surprised to see her as she was to see him. It was clear he’d been out for a night of fun, though she’d seen him far worse on more occasions than she could count on both hands. But it was also just as clear that, once again, he’d come home alone. She couldn’t help the little smirk of satisfaction that turned up at the corners of her mouth on that discovery, though internally she chastised herself at the thought.
 “And just where do you think you’re going?” His voice danced over the words with dramatic flair, an indicative side effect of his inebriated condition. 
It took her a minute to find her voice. “I need a break.” She finally explained, “This essay’s killing me and I want to clear my head.”
 “Nice jacket.” He flicked the toggle of her zipper, and Reagan felt it flutter in her core. “Want some company?”
The flutter was moving faster at the suggestion. His eyes had grown dark, almost as dark as the night sky, and she thought she saw something in them that begged her to say yes. Suddenly, she wasn’t so sure she needed her sweatshirt any longer, since the temperature seemed to have risen up all around her, working a pink tint into her cheeks. She was glad it was so dark out, hopefully he couldn’t tell this time. “Aren’t you just getting in though? You’re probably tired...right?”
Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes... she chanted in her head. The truth was she very much would’ve loved his company, maybe a little too much, but she wasn’t certain she trusted herself around him yet...alone...in the middle of the night. There were too many possibilities, too many temptations that her imagination could come up with. If she acted on any one of them, and was wrong in her assumption, well the let down could be brutal at best. 
“Tired? Me?” He shook his head and made a face at the suggestion. “The party was just getting boring. Too many of the same people, not worth the time.” 
Was he implying that she was worth his time then? Reagan certainly hoped so, considering how long they’d been friends. But she couldn’t help wondering if there was something more behind the words. “So what do you say? Can I walk with you?” And as he tilted his head in that subtle way that only Ian could, a dimple working it’s way into the corner of his cheek, she felt her breath rush out of her lungs. 
He’d put the ball back in her court again. Damn him! There’d be no getting 
around it this time, she’d have to give him a definitive answer. And quickly. 
Reagan knew she should say no. There was something inside, warning her that it wasn’t a good idea. As though accepting his innocent invitation would somehow change things. Alter their relationship and shift their energies toward one another in a way that could never be put back again. But, when she really thought about it, hadn’t they kind of done that already?
And yet everything inside of her wanted to scream yes, and keep the momentum of what they’d started earlier in the day moving forward. It wanted to let him take her hand in his, entwine her fingers around his, as though it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be doing. All she could manage though was a simple nod, stiffened by the breath she held tightly in her chest. It was almost as though she was afraid to acknowledge what she wholeheartedly wanted, even to herself, because doing so would only leave her open and vulnerable to a future of regrets and failures.

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WWW...Wednesdays (71)

Buonasera! Riprendiamo con l'appuntamento settimanale (in mega ritardo anche questa volta) della rubrica WWW..Wednesdays :)

@Shouldbereading

Come funziona questa rubrica? Semplicemente rispondendo a queste 3 domande:

* What are you currently reading? (Cosa stai leggendo?)
* What did you recently finish reading? (Quale libro hai finito di recente?)

* What do you think you’ll read next? (Quale libro sarà la tua prossima lettura?)

What are you currently reading?

Sto leggendo Mente criminale, sono ancora all'inizio ma posso già dirvi che la storia sembra davvero interessante, ormai la Slaughter è una garanzia :)

What did you recently finish reading?

Ho letto Harry Potter e i Doni della Morte; finalmente posso dire anche io di aver letto tutta la saga, evviva!.

What do you think you’ll read next?

Credo che continuerò con i thriller e leggerò La regola del gioco.

Bene, queste sono le mie risposte della settimana; quali sono le vostre? :)

Book Blitz: Impossibly forever di Shane Morgan + giveaway

Buongiorno :) Scusate l'assenza ma lunedì ho un esame importante e il tempo per scrivere recensioni non c'è :/ Al momento dedichiamoci ad un nuovo book blitz, ideato come sempre da Giselle di Xpresso Book Tours; oggi vi presento una duologia new adult, come sempre spero possa piacervi :) Non perdete il ricco giveaway alla fine del post ;)

Titolo: Impossibly forever: The Complete Impossibly Duology

Autore: Shane Morgan

Genere: New Adult romance
Trama: Discover the love story of Moya and Branden; from the very first kiss, to the moment where forever begins.
Includes the first and final book:
Impossibly Love:
All Moya Douglas wants to do is study hard, maintain her scholarship, and make her mother proud while attending college. She doesn't have time for a boyfriend or going on dates arranged by her best friend. Moya doesn't believe in love. And she has no intention of ever finding it. 
Branden McCarthy is determined to change her views.
A selfless romantic who's had his heart broken in the past, Branden is fascinated with Moya's personality and hopes to develop something real with her—a connection so strong it'll open her heart. But just when things start to work between the two, Branden’s secret threatens to get in the way.
Will Moya finally do the impossible and give love a chance with Branden, or will fear keep them apart?
Impossibly True: 
Moya is finally listening to her heart. 
She’s ready for love and willing to bask in all the joy it brings, but still, she insists on taking things slow. After all, her relationship with Branden isn't the only one that needs a chance.
With his health scare behind him, Branden wants nothing more than to get his life back on track—play hockey again, catch up on school, and get things moving with his girlfriend.
In the middle of strengthening their relationship and sorting out their individual lives, trouble begins to brew, testing the depth of their feelings for each other.
Can Branden and Moya once again overcome their trials and prove that their love is indeed true, or will past ghosts and new temptations drive them apart forever?

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SHANE MORGAN is the Amazon Bestselling author of Impossibly Love, and Unresisting. A book fanatic at heart, Shane currently lives in Narragansett, RI. where she spends her days blogging and writing young adult and new adult fiction.

ESTRATTO

Moya stayed in the room the rest of the evening. I knew she was upset after seeing Samantha’s text, so I wanted to assure her again that it meant nothing. 
I knocked twice on the door then let myself in when she didn’t respond. She sat down on the loveseat by the window, appearing deep in thought as she picked at her jeans. I sat down next to her.
“Moya, there’s really nothing to be jealous about.”
Slowly, I placed my hand at her back. “Come on, babe don’t let that ruin our weekend.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m fine.”
“Really?”
She rose to her feet, walking over to the window. “Yes. Really.” 
I got up as well. “You should talk to me when you’re upset, and don’t walk away like you did earlier.” 
Her expression relaxed as I took her hand. Turning slightly to meet my gaze, she said, “I’m not used to…being like this. I don’t like it. It makes me feel…”
“Vulnerable,” I finished for her. “I understand, babe.”
She faced me fully, her chocolate brown eyes craving for me. “I hate that another girl loved you that much, before me.” She laughed at herself. “It makes me seem possessive, but I want to love you more…so much more than she did.”
“That’s intense,” I teased. 
Scoffing, Moya rolled her eyes and spun away from me, staring out the window again. I edged closer and cloaked my arms around her. “I like how passionate you are, because I’m the same. I 
want to be your first and your last. I want every part of you, Moya.”
Seconds later, I was peering into her mesmerizing eyes again. My heart started to race just as her breathing strengthened. There was something rising between us. Heat circulated in the air, making it difficult to control my thoughts. 
Unexpectedly, Moya pushed into my chest, biting on my bottom lip as she kissed me hard.
We continued for a while, burning up in desire, until Moya yanked on my shirt and guided me over to the bed.

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