Lid: Runa

Earth, my husband, loved his books. In fact he has chosen the shamanism book as his favourite Christmas present this year. Thank you very much for your wonderful choices!

door seldombites om 7:08 am (EST) op Dec 27, 2011

hey hey fellow nerdfighter! Saw your response to thenerdfighterconnection!

door M.Henderson om 1:22 pm (EST) op Oct 15, 2010

Runa -

Thank you so much for such great choices as my SantaThing presents! They are both books I have been wanting to read. You have certainly impressed me being 17 with the ability to choose great World War II books! My step-daughters could never, and I mean never, accomplish that feat! Kudos to you! I hope that you both enjoyed the selections you received from your SantaThing and that you never lose your love for books!
Merry Christmas!

Lisa

door kimfdim om 2:51 pm (EST) op Dec 26, 2009

Hi!
I recommend you reading:

The Magic in Manhattan Series by Sarah Mlynowski

door ragulto101 om 3:59 pm (EST) op Nov 4, 2009

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See

We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.

With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some freshblossoming wood
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good

Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedalfashioned earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.

We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!.

- by Oscar Wilde

door theoldman om 8:19 am (EST) op May 24, 2009

Hey thanks for adding me to your interesting libraries

door DarylRobidoux om 7:45 am (EST) op May 4, 2009

You're welcome! The Weetzie Bat ones are an old favorite of mine, and the other was something I really liked this past year. I hope you enjoy!

door paperkingdoms om 3:41 pm (EST) op Dec 23, 2008