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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-7637908424729072625</id><published>2012-03-06T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T22:39:43.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita di provincia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lezioni di vita'/><title type='text'>"Quando il primo amore uccide" - Barbara Samson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXVuJLoACU4/T1aBFnMu3OI/AAAAAAAAAus/lWP_kM4JTy4/s1600/Quandoprimoamorebisg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXVuJLoACU4/T1aBFnMu3OI/AAAAAAAAAus/lWP_kM4JTy4/s200/Quandoprimoamorebisg.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando il primo amore uccide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Barbara Samson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traduzione:&lt;/b&gt; S. Bini, P. Nannini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;torie vere, Esperienze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 204&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prima edizione:&lt;/b&gt; 2001&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costo:&lt;/b&gt; 7,80 euro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-502-0053-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;«Questa parola m’invade, scende dal cervello nelle viscere, rimbalza, risale in un silenzio nel quale mi sento respirare, dove tutto è percepibile. Sieropositivo. Ma… me l’avrebbe certamente detto! Non posso neanche concepire che una persona malata non lo dica, col rischio di contagiare volontariamente un’altra persona.»&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Barbara ha diciassette anni quando viene ricoverata in un centro di cura nel Midi della Francia perché affetta da anoressia mentale. È lì che incontra Antony, un giovane di ventotto anni, anch’egli in cura, ma per tossicodipendenza. Per Barbara, sognatrice e ancora inesperta della vita, Antony è un fiume in piena di sensazioni e di emozioni. È la persona che aveva sempre sperato d’incontrare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E così, anche se tra mille dubbi e timori, cede al fascino di Antony e accetta di farsi amare, liberamente, senza alcuna precauzione. Ma non sa che lui è sieropositivo e che il suo amore può uccidere. E quando verrà a conoscenza di quella terribile verità, ormai per lei sarà troppo tardi... La sua testimonianza è un drammatico appello alla vita, perché l’amore non si trasformi nel più subdolo strumento di morte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;C&lt;i&gt;orpo immobile, teso. Ho preso la frase in pieno viso, in pieno ventre, non so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Questa parola m’invade, scende dal cervello nelle viscere, rimbalza, risale in un silenzio nel quale mi sento respirare, dove tutto è percepibile…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un silenzio da cattedrale. Sieropositivo. Ma… me l’avrebbe certamente detto!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non posso neanche concepire che una persona malata non lo dica, col rischio di contagiare volontariamente un’altra persona.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSePRZmuAvE/T1aBtFDXwkI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dHDvmSglWM0/s1600/BarbaraSamson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSePRZmuAvE/T1aBtFDXwkI/AAAAAAAAAu0/dHDvmSglWM0/s200/BarbaraSamson.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barbara Samson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; ha contratto giovanissima, all'età di diciasette anni, il virus dell'Aids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Da quel momento ha deciso di battersi per l'informazione, organizzando campagne e incontri, soprattutto nelle scuole, mirati alla prevenzione di questa malattia letale. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;*La mia recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando questo romanzo è uscito in Francia, a metà degli anni Novanta, il suo successo è stato immediato e clamoroso. L’autrice, poco più che maggiorenne, si chiama Barbara Samson ed è sieropositiva da quando ne aveva diciassette.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A contagiarla è stato Anthony, il suo primo amore, che sapeva benissimo di essere malato ma ugualmente ha avuto rapporti non protetti con lei senza rivelarle la sua sieropositività.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Barbara ha solo diciassette anni quando i genitori, esasperati dalle sue crisi di violenza, dai ripetuti tentativi di suicidio e dal totale rifiuto del cibo, decidono di mandarla in una comunità di recupero, unica alternativa alla clinica psichiatrica. Qui Barbara, profondamente fragile e assetata d’amore, conosce Anthony, trent’anni, ex-tossicodipendente, un passato di espedienti e piccoli crimini. Anthony è la prima persona che vede arrivando in clinica: le sembra bello, triste e tormentato, mentre osserva il suo arrivo dal balconcino della propria camera, intento a scrivere qualcosa sul quaderno che tiene in grembo. In quel momento la ragazza sa – o crede – di essere innamorata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando poi lui le fa leggere le poesie che scrive, tenere e struggenti, piene di errori grammaticali eppure meravigliose, Barbara non ha più dubbi: è lui l’uomo della sua vita, quello a cui concedersi interamente, anima e corpo. Perché pur di essere amata, anche solo un attimo, si può sopportare tutto, si può dare senza pretendere niente: questo pensa quando, nonostante il dolore e il disgusto, si concede ripetutamente senza alcuna precauzione...&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Quando-il-primo-amore-uccide.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoloLibri.net&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-7637908424729072625?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/7637908424729072625/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/quando-il-primo-amore-uccide-barbara.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7637908424729072625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7637908424729072625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/quando-il-primo-amore-uccide-barbara.html' title='&quot;Quando il primo amore uccide&quot; - Barbara Samson'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VXVuJLoACU4/T1aBFnMu3OI/AAAAAAAAAus/lWP_kM4JTy4/s72-c/Quandoprimoamorebisg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-5003691478774607651</id><published>2012-03-05T21:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T21:23:36.154+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feltrinelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droga'/><title type='text'>Alice, i giorni della droga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QxLUyVaKbA/T1UfCvybi1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/VEhdBc0hMnQ/s1600/alicegiornidroga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QxLUyVaKbA/T1UfCvybi1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/VEhdBc0hMnQ/s200/alicegiornidroga.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alice, i giorni della droga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Formato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Tascabile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Editore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Feltrinelli&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anno di pubblicazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; 1982&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Collana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Universale economica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Titolo originale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Go ask Alice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lingua originale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Inglese&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pagine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; 200 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Traduttore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; C. Corsi, Carlo Corsi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Codice EAN:&lt;/b&gt; 9788807809675&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alice è una quindicenne che appartiene al ceto medio. Sta a dieta e ha una vita amorosa normale. Ottiene buoni voti a scuola e pensa che un giorno le piacerebbe sposarsi. Quando, durante un party, Alice fa un 'viaggio' con la droga, la sua vita cambia radicalmente. I genitori non sanno cosa le stia accadendo, non capiscono e pensano che Alice, precipita in una serie di esperienze seducenti ma disgregatrici, sia 'legata alla gente sbagliata'. La differenza tra Alice e molti altri giovani che si drogano sta nel fatto che Alice teneva un diario. Questo diario, in realtà anonimo, si presenta ora come un documento esemplare – sottolinea lo psichiatra Max Beluffi nella prefazione – per chi voglia cogliere "i fattori storici e culturali che hanno facilitato questo particolare stile di evasione collettiva dalla realtà".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*La mia recensione*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quella di Alice è una storia vera, o almeno come tale ci viene presentata. Pubblicato negli Stati Uniti nel 1971, “Alice. I giorni della droga” è il diario controverso e duro di un’adolescente americana che incontra la droga per caso, a una festa, per puro desiderio di essere accettata e sentirsi finalmente come gli altri, quei compagni più grandi e popolari che ha sempre invidiato e che fino allora l’hanno snobbata. Il primo incontro con la droga è un “trip”, ossia un viaggio allucinogeno che ha il sapore di un gioco, terminato il quale sembra non ci siano conseguenze da pagare; non è così, e Alice non tarderà a scoprirlo. La droga di cui si parla in questo libro non è l’eroina o la cocaina, bensì quella che abitualmente viene considerata “la droga del week-end”, termine che fa riferimento a un uso sporadico, non giornaliero, quindi erroneamente ritenuto meno pericoloso: si tratta di hashish e marijuana, ma anche lsd, mdma (acronimo dell’ecstasy) e tutte quelle droghe sintetiche che provocano deliri e allucinazioni, causando un profondo distacco del soggetto dalla realtà... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Alice-I-giorni-della-droga-Anonimo.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoloLibri.net&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-5003691478774607651?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/5003691478774607651/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/alice-i-giorni-della-droga.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5003691478774607651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5003691478774607651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/alice-i-giorni-della-droga.html' title='Alice, i giorni della droga'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QxLUyVaKbA/T1UfCvybi1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/VEhdBc0hMnQ/s72-c/alicegiornidroga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-2314091341967431633</id><published>2012-03-03T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T19:48:26.073+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><title type='text'>"L'emporio degli incanti" - Tanya Huff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fu2RJflXQGg/T1JmJ4wpUkI/AAAAAAAAAuU/pqdma2dneMU/s1600/os02_huff_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fu2RJflXQGg/T1JmJ4wpUkI/AAAAAAAAAuU/pqdma2dneMU/s200/os02_huff_z.jpg" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;L'emporio degli incanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanya Huff&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serie:&lt;/b&gt; Odissea Streghe n. 2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 561&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo: &lt;/b&gt;€ 15,90&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore:&lt;/b&gt; Delos Books&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 9788895724966&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I Gale possono cambiare il mondo con i loro incantesimi, e amano tenere questo potere all'interno della famiglia; alcuni potrebbero definirli come delle streghe, e questa potrebbe anche essere una definizione accurata, se si è disposti ad avere un minimo di flessibilità riguardo al significato del termine "strega".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Comunque, nessuno potrebbe mai negare che la magia popolare funzioni, se utilizzata da loro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Poi un giorno Alysha Catherine Gale eredita dalla nonna una bottega di rigattiere a Calgary. Soltanto al suo arrivo a Calgary, Alysha si rende conto che la clientela della sua bottega, l'Emporio degli incanti, è costituita da creature magiche, e che ciò che potrebbe essere "merce da rigattiere" per una persona, può costituire per un'altra un vero tesoro magico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDc6196Z0C4/T1JmbHEYUOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZPETEXstIdA/s1600/TanyaHuff2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDc6196Z0C4/T1JmbHEYUOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ZPETEXstIdA/s200/TanyaHuff2002.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanya Huff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanya Sue Huff&lt;/b&gt; è una scrittrice canadese di fantasy e fantascienza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Nata a Halifax, Nova Scotia, Tanya Huff, ex cuoca della Canadian Naval Reserve, nel 1982 ha conseguito la laurea in arti applicate alla radio e alla televisione al Ryerson Polytechnical Institute di Toronto. L'autrice ha frequentato con il collega e connazionale Robert J. Sawyer, autore di fantascienza (Avanti nel tempo), con il quale ha lavorato a un progetto per uno show di fantascienza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Per otto anni (1984-1992) ha lavorato presso Bakka, la più grande libreria specializzata in fantascienza del Nord America e nel 2000 è stata membro della giuria per il premio Philip K. Dick. Contemporane ha scritto sette romanzi e nove racconti, opere che sono state quasi tutte pubblicate in seguito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Attualmente risiede nell'Ontario insieme alla compagna Fiona Patton, anche lei autrice fantasy, e sei gatti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*La mia Recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Allie è una strega giovane e ribelle, appartenente a una famiglia particolare, quella dei Gale. I Gale, infatti, sono in grado, con i loro incantesimi di diversa natura – alcuni dei quali davvero stranissimi! – di cambiare gli eventi a proprio piacimento, modificando la realtà con l’aiuto della magia popolare, di cui sono fedeli custodi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Possono essere definiti una sorta di “streghe”, se si usa il termine con una certa elasticità. Si tratta di una famiglia allargata, enorme e chiassosa, caratterizzata da legami tenaci e da un affetto controbilanciato da altrettanta rivalità, antipatie e piccoli dispetti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A capo di questa specie di “clan”, ci sono le zie, autoritarie ma arzille e spassose, una vera fucina di trovate assurde quanto divertenti per il lettore, nonché di ottime ricette (tra le loro passioni, infatti, oltre la magia c’è la buona cucina). Sono inoltre una famiglia di stampo assolutamente matriarcale: sono le donne, infatti, a custodire il potere, anche perché, in numero, esse sono sette volte il numero dei maschi… Proprio per questo motivo, i Gale si dimostrano fin da subito una famiglia sentimentalmente e sessualmente disinibita, con un’incomprensibile propensione all’incesto che all’inizio può spiazzare il lettore. Tuttavia, maschio o femmina che siano, tutti i membri del clan Gale sono inevitabilmente ostinati, prepotenti e… Possessivi!... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/L-emporio-degli-incanti-Tanya-Huff.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoloLibri.net&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-2314091341967431633?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/2314091341967431633/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/lemporio-degli-incanti-tanya-huff.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/2314091341967431633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/2314091341967431633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/lemporio-degli-incanti-tanya-huff.html' title='&quot;L&apos;emporio degli incanti&quot; - Tanya Huff'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fu2RJflXQGg/T1JmJ4wpUkI/AAAAAAAAAuU/pqdma2dneMU/s72-c/os02_huff_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-4124242519684717568</id><published>2012-03-03T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T17:32:02.281+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggereleggere editore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>"Innamorarsi a Manhattan" - Kate Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lf3_Kj4F7Yc/T1JFmrbJsGI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ig7j2D2jdQE/s1600/copertina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lf3_Kj4F7Yc/T1JFmrbJsGI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ig7j2D2jdQE/s1600/copertina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Innamorarsi a Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kate Parker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NARRATIVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uscita:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;304&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;€ 10,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo E-Book:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;€ 5,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-6508-131-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traduttore:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rebecca Traimonti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Un uomo e una donna, i loro destini sembrano essere già scritti. Lei è un’infermiera pediatrica con il mito di Audrey Hepburn, lui uno scrittore di successo che ha dimenticato cosa significa sognare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poi l’incontro da Tiffany, uno sguardo e il tempo si ferma. In un attimo le loro vite vacillano, ed entrambi intravedono la possibilità di un futuro diverso, senza però riuscire a mettersi in gioco fino in fondo. Il loro momento è intenso, ma sembra che siano destinati a separarsi e a non vedersi mai più. Un anno dopo si ritrovano, protagonisti di un romanzo del quale toccherà a loro scrivere il finale...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Riuscirà la magia di Tiffany a trasformare un semplice istante in qualcosa di speciale che durerà per sempre?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Un romanzo delicato e profondo, che risplende a ogni pagina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Una storia che ci ricorda il potere dell’amore, e la meraviglia che si nasconde dietro un incontro inaspettato che può stravolgere una vita intera e forse dare felicità a chi osa rischiare fino all’ultimo respiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leggereditore.it/catalogo/11144/files/estratto_innamorarsi_a_manhattan.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Leggi un estratto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1QX-56lw7I/T1JGjT859tI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6Tt3TzUebug/s1600/Kate_Parker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1QX-56lw7I/T1JGjT859tI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6Tt3TzUebug/s1600/Kate_Parker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate Parker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Parker&lt;/b&gt; ha sempre vissuto a Manhattan, New York, città che adora. E' per questo che ha scelto di ambientare il suo romanzo d'esordio proprio fra le strade che l'hanno vista crescere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kate ha deciso di dedicarsi alla scrittura per due motivi: realizzare un sogno che nutriva sin da bambina, e trasmettere ai suoi lettori la voglia di provarci, di crederci sempre e comunque.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Le sue sono storie di persone comuni, disposte a tutto pur di lottare per ciò in cui credono. Lo stile limpido, l'accurata descrizione psicologica dei personaggi e la capacità di far rivivere sulla pagina emozioni forti e indimenticabili, conquisteranno le lettrici, per non abbandonarle più.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*La mia Recensione*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;"Alice Irene Giuliani è una giovane infermiera italo-americana che vive a Manhattan in un delizioso appartamento nello stesso condominio della sua famiglia e lavora in un ospedale pediatrico che spesso si trova ad accogliere bambini in difficoltà, orfani o piccoli mendicanti alla ricerca di un posto dove passare la notte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nel tempo libero, Alice coltiva il suo sogno nel cassetto: diventare un giorno una brava attrice. Proprio per questo frequenta un corto di recitazione teatrale che la porta, durante una mattina come tante, a varcare la soglia del celebre Tiffany &amp;amp; Co., sulla Fifth Avenue a Manhattan, vestita in tutto è per tutto come la gemella bionda di Audrey Hepburn in “Colazione da Tiffany”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mentre cerca di immedesimarsi al meglio nella parte, sforzandosi di ignorare le occhiate perplesse e incuriosite dei passanti, lo sguardo di Alice incontra quello di un uomo, e all’improvviso il tempo sembra fermarsi. Matias è un professore e uno scrittore di successo la cui vita sembra ormai incanalata su binari prestabiliti, sicuri e inevitabilmente un po’ noiosi: in procinto di sposarsi con la fidanzata di sempre, Grace, con cui condivide abitudini e progetti, l’uomo ha disimparato a sognare, preferendo la realizzazione professionale a un sentimento forte in grado di sconvolgergli la vita… &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Innamorarsi-a-Manhattan.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoloLibri.it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-4124242519684717568?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/4124242519684717568/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/innamorarsi-manhattan-kate-parker.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/4124242519684717568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/4124242519684717568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/innamorarsi-manhattan-kate-parker.html' title='&quot;Innamorarsi a Manhattan&quot; - Kate Parker'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lf3_Kj4F7Yc/T1JFmrbJsGI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ig7j2D2jdQE/s72-c/copertina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-7647972022112552373</id><published>2012-03-02T15:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T15:39:00.261+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 giorni di libri'/><title type='text'>30 giorni di libri. Giorno 4: il libro più brutto che tu abbia mai letto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Cari amici, ho deciso di iniziare anch'io un giochino divertentissimo dedicato agli amanti dei libri che ho trovato su Facebook, che si chiama&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;30 giorni di libri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regole:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Su questa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/30-Giorni-di-libri/130856023697450?sk=wall"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pagina FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ci sono&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;30 domande sui libri&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;una per ogni giorno del mese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Per partecipare bisogna postare giornalmente la risposta sulla propria bacheca, infine taggare la pagina facebook che ha creato il gioco.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Potete partecipare anche voi, che aspettate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domanda 4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Il libro più brutto che tu abbia mai letto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Con questa domanda sfondiamo una porta aperta!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym5bxsERMew/T048oG-Yc3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/SoRRiXhdaOU/s1600/novita-innamorarsi-a-manhattan-kate-parker-L-Hxtzvo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym5bxsERMew/T048oG-Yc3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/SoRRiXhdaOU/s200/novita-innamorarsi-a-manhattan-kate-parker-L-Hxtzvo.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Innamorarsi a Manhattan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeggereEditore 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La lista non finirebbe più... C'è da dire che, negli anni, il mio approccio ai libri "brutti" - o infinitamente noiosi - è cambiato: se un tempo mi sentivo quasi in dovere di finirli, adesso &lt;i&gt;li lascio tranquillamente a metà&lt;/i&gt;; voglio dire, &lt;b&gt;ci sono troppi bei libri da leggere&lt;/b&gt;, troppe cose da fare e da scrivere, &lt;b&gt;per perdere minuti preziosi appresso ad autentiche schifezze!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Questo tra l'altro è il motivo per cui non video-recensisco libri che non mi sono piaciuti... a che pro parlarne male, col rischio che poi a qualcuno venga la curiosità di leggerli?! In fondo il vecchio assioma è sempre valido: bene o male, purché se ne parli!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E se a me una cosa non piace mi rifiuto di parlarne, semplicemente non merita la mia attenzione.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yp6HE9HitI/T048pnZUHvI/AAAAAAAAAt8/48cMYr4_0z8/s1600/evermore1-200x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yp6HE9HitI/T048pnZUHvI/AAAAAAAAAt8/48cMYr4_0z8/s200/evermore1-200x300.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evermore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanucci 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Comunque, visto la domanda diretta, questa volta farò un'eccezione, citando i due libri più brutti in cui mi sia imbattuta di recente...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Allora, uno è della LeggereEditore, che di solito fa cose bellissime, ma questa volta a mio avviso ha toppato di brutto: il libro incriminato è &lt;u&gt;"Innamorarsi a Manhattan", di Kate Parker.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Che dire di questo libro, se non che è semplicemente ORRIBILE?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Banale, personaggi piatti, trama inverosimile, piena di buchi e di assurdità... bocciato senza appello, impossibile da leggere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Stesso discorso per &lt;u&gt;"Evermore", di Alyson Noel&lt;/u&gt;... prometteva bene e invece... per quanto mi sforzassi, non sono riuscita ad andare oltre la metà. Noioso, ma soprattutto scritto male... La Noel sembra un'esordiente non editata, e nemmeno tra le più brave! Insomma, delusione totale, meno male che almeno costavano poco, sia uno che l'altro! Quindi evitateli, consiglio da amica ;-)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alla prossima!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-7647972022112552373?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/7647972022112552373/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-4-il-libro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7647972022112552373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7647972022112552373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/03/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-4-il-libro.html' title='30 giorni di libri. Giorno 4: il libro più brutto che tu abbia mai letto'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s72-c/papiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-1001396280497774519</id><published>2012-02-29T15:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T16:01:24.500+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 giorni di libri'/><title type='text'>30 giorni di libri. Giorno 3: Il tuo personaggio preferito di un libro che hai letto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Cari amici, ho deciso di iniziare anch'io un giochino divertentissimo dedicato agli amanti dei libri che ho trovato su Facebook, che si chiama&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;30 giorni di libri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regole:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Su questa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/30-Giorni-di-libri/130856023697450?sk=wall"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pagina FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ci sono&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;30 domande sui libri&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;una per ogni giorno del mese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Per partecipare bisogna postare giornalmente la risposta sulla propria bacheca, infine taggare la pagina facebook che ha creato il gioco.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Potete partecipare anche voi, che aspettate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domanda 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Il tuo personaggio preferito di un libro che hai letto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Diciamo che avendo letto moltissimi libri, i personaggi che ho amato - ma anche quelli che ho odiato! - in cui mi sono immedesimata, che mi hanno fatta ridere e piangere, che mi hanno emozionata, sono davvero moltissimi...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Però al momento me ne viene in mente solo uno: la mitica Angie, protagonista femminile di "Chi non muore", splendido thriller del bolognese Gianluca Morozzi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/chi-non-muore-gianluca-morozzi.html"&gt;Qui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;rovate la mia recensione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Che dire di lei? Ecco &lt;u&gt;come l'ho descritta&lt;/u&gt;, è assolutamente &lt;b&gt;FANTASTICA&lt;/b&gt;, l'amica che tutti vorremmo avere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4ybTS_-83U/T042NI4P0jI/AAAAAAAAAts/2Z0LUExJUU0/s1600/recensioni_img_476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4ybTS_-83U/T042NI4P0jI/AAAAAAAAAts/2Z0LUExJUU0/s200/recensioni_img_476.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Chi non muore"&lt;br /&gt;Guanda 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Non affezionarsi al personaggio ironico, pasticcione e temerario di Angie sia pressoché impossibile, e sfido qualsiasi lettore a dire il contrario.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La cosa più bella, più riuscita e funzionante di questo ottimo romanzo, infatti, è proprio lei, la ventenne che tutti vorremmo avere per amica: simpaticamente convinta di se stessa e dei propri mezzi, spontanea, comicamente arguta e critica nei confronti del mondo che la circonda, buffa ed energica, piena di una vitalità contagiosa, a mio avviso – e non credo di esagerare – Angie è uno dei personaggi femminili più riusciti della letteratura italiana contemporanea. Il fatto che poi questa caratterizzazione così credibile sia frutto di una penna maschile, è ancor più straordinario."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-1001396280497774519?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/1001396280497774519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-3-il-tuo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1001396280497774519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1001396280497774519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-3-il-tuo.html' title='30 giorni di libri. Giorno 3: Il tuo personaggio preferito di un libro che hai letto'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s72-c/papiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-5539316797412912777</id><published>2012-02-24T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T17:53:05.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miei racconti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitudine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrivere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><title type='text'>"Lettere a te", Samuele Edizioni... la mia ultima pubblicazione!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fVXMIkZGn4/T0e98y6UpaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mDOTyUsg6V8/s1600/lettere+a+te_(165_x_233).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fVXMIkZGn4/T0e98y6UpaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mDOTyUsg6V8/s1600/lettere+a+te_(165_x_233).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lettere - a Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autori vari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Fuori collana &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Samuele Edizioni&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-96526-20-0&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 80&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; 9 euro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prefazione di:&lt;/b&gt; Guido Cupani, Federico Rossignoli&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uscita:&lt;/b&gt; febbraio 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Appena uscito per la &lt;i&gt;Samuele Edizioni&lt;/i&gt;, “Lettere – a Te” è un libro che raccoglie lettere d'amore, d'amicizia e d'affetto, curato da Guido Cupani e Federico Rossignoli. Una raccolta di lettere inviate e ricevute in tutta Italia, per scoprire storie, pensieri, amori, abbandoni, ricordi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tre di esse, manco a dirlo, sono della sottoscritta :-)!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ve lo consiglio perché è una lettura lieve, piacevole, a tratti ironica e a tratti commovente; vi lascio una piccola chicca, l’inizio di una delle mie lettere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Se vi va ditemi cosa ne pensate, mi farebbe molto piacere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Oggi ti ho incontrato. Vi ho incontrati, per essere più precisa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Avrei voluto ignorarla, escluderla dal mio campo visivo, ma era impossibile. Stavate troppo vicini. Abbracciati, avvinghiati, mano nella mano. Giuro che non si capiva dove finivi tu e dove iniziava lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;In fondo è normale, per due novelli innamorati. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quello che non è normale è il mondo in cui mi hai guardata, l’assoluta normalità con cui mi hai salutata, mi hai presentata a lei, mi hai baciata sulle guance con affetto, quasi con tenerezza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;È stato allora che ho capito di averti perso per sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Me ne stavo lì, di fronte a voi, le mani sudate e il cuore che faceva tum-tum nelle orecchie. Un ronzio fastidioso, la vista appannata, m’impedivano di seguire di discorsi che facevi, sentivo le parole ma non ne capivo il significato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Poi te ne sei andato. Mi hai stretto la mano qualche secondo più del dovuto, e anche senza parole ho capito quello che volevi dirmi. È stato sempre così tra noi, non c’è mai stato un reale bisogno di parole.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Per noi parlavano gli sguardi, i sorrisi, gli abbracci più o meno forti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;La tua stretta voleva dirmi“coraggio, ce la farai”. Sei forte, non mollare, prima o poi mi dimenticherai e troverai un uomo che ti merita davvero.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Voleva dirmi ti voglio bene, ma non ti amo più. Perdonami, se ci riesci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Se possibile, la tua stretta mi ha spezzato il cuore più di quell’addio crudele e improvviso come una pugnalata alle spalle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cosa mi rimane, ora che non riesco nemmeno più a odiarti?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-5539316797412912777?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/5539316797412912777/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/lettere-te-samuele-edizioni-la-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5539316797412912777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5539316797412912777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/lettere-te-samuele-edizioni-la-mia.html' title='&quot;Lettere a te&quot;, Samuele Edizioni... la mia ultima pubblicazione!'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fVXMIkZGn4/T0e98y6UpaI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mDOTyUsg6V8/s72-c/lettere+a+te_(165_x_233).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-7720209137363318730</id><published>2012-02-24T16:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T16:52:37.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piemme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noir'/><title type='text'>"Non ti addormentare" - S. J. Watson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K48sQYgqp8I/T0erroy6g_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/HiHCJwfce1A/s1600/non-ti-addormentare-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K48sQYgqp8I/T0erroy6g_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/HiHCJwfce1A/s200/non-ti-addormentare-.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;NON TI ADDORMENTARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;S. J. Watson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rilegatura:&lt;/b&gt; rilegato con sovraccoperta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formato:&lt;/b&gt; 13x21 cm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 420&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pubblicazione:&lt;/b&gt; gennaio 2012&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-566-1798-6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;€ 19,00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ogni mattina Christine si sveglia senza ricordi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Non sa a chi appartenga la casa in cui si trova, l’uomo che le dorme accanto le è totalmente estraneo, e anche il suo viso, riflesso nello specchio del bagno, le sembra molto meno giovane di quanto secondo lei dovrebbe essere. È Ben, suo marito, a darle quotidianamente le coordinate della sua vita, a spiegarle chi è lui, chi è lei, e che cosa le è successo anni prima, un incidente che ha modificato radicalmente la sua esistenza, privandola dei ricordi e costringendola a ricominciare ogni giorno un difficile apprendimento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fci321mc6Dc/T0eyEYx39bI/AAAAAAAAAtc/SlijAS0GxwU/s1600/before+i+go+to+sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fci321mc6Dc/T0eyEYx39bI/AAAAAAAAAtc/SlijAS0GxwU/s200/before+i+go+to+sleep.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Copertina originale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma Ben le dice tutto? E se è così, perché non le ha parlato del dottor Nash, un giovane neuropsichiatra deciso a studiare il suo caso, con cui Christine si incontra di tanto in tanto e che la spinge a tenere un diario? E perché su una pagina di questo diario Christine ha scritto “non fidarti di Ben”? Giorno dopo giorno, con l’aiuto del dottor Nash, lampi di memoria attraversano la mente di Christine, tessere baluginanti di un mosaico che fatica a ricomporsi nella sua interezza e che, con il passare del tempo, le sembra sempre più minaccioso e inquietante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finché dal passato emergerà il vero pericolo, quello che, senza che lei ne sia consapevole, si è appropriato della sua vita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Uno straordinario romanzo, teso e appassionante, una storia che non dà tregua e che mette in discussione l’idea stessa di realtà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.edizpiemme.it/storage/village/2012/01/19/566-1798.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Leggi gratuitamente il primo capitolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*le mie Recensioni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non ti addormentare&lt;/i&gt;, di S.J. Watson, edito in Italia da Piemme, è ben più di un semplice thriller: è un romanzo fortemente psicologico, quasi cerebrale, incentrato sul mondo interiore di una donna, Christine, affetta da una curiosa forma di amnesia. Poca azione, dunque – se non sul finale, quando gli eventi precipitano e il lettore viene a conoscenza di un’incredibile, inimmaginabile verità –, ma tanta inquietudine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È proprio questo, a mio avviso, il maggior pregio del libro, nonché la rara abilità di un autore, Watson, al suo esordio sia in Italia che all’estero: leggendo Non ti addormentare si viene immediatamente catturati dall’atmosfera ambigua e inquietante che pervade la narrazione; gli stati d’animo di Christine, che scrive in prima persona un diario, diventano presto anche gli stati d’animo del lettore, che condivide empaticamente l’ansia della donna, i suoi timori, la disperata ricerca di una verità che puntualmente sfugge ogni qualvolta si è vicini ad afferrarla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cupo, intenso, doloroso e inaspettatamente credibile, questo romanzo riporta alla mente un intero filone di film dedicati alla memoria, ispirati a questa straordinaria capacità umana la cui importanza talvolta passa in secondo piano, perché i ricordi sono qualcosa che diamo per scontato, di cui non ci accorgiamo neanche. Film indimenticabili come Memento, Se mi lasci ti cancello (orribile trasposizione del titolo originale Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, ispirato ai celebri versi di Alexander Pope) e la commedia 50 volte il primo bacio, solo apparentemente più leggera e divertente: tutti questi film hollywoodiani propongono una riflessione sul meccanismo della memoria, incentrati come sono sull’importanza dei ricordi nell’esistenza degli uomini... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulromanzo.it/blog/non-ti-addormentare-di-sj-watson"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sul Romanzo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cosa saremmo noi esseri umani, senza la memoria? E cos’è in fondo la nostra stessa esistenza, se non un insieme di ricordi?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sono queste le domande che il lettore si pone leggendo &lt;i&gt;Non ti addormentare&lt;/i&gt;, romanzo edito da Piemme, che ci offre anche le risposte: senza memoria un uomo non ha passato e spesso nemmeno futuro, senza memoria tutto ciò che abbiamo fatto e detto è come se non fosse mai esistito, esiste solo il presente, e il presente il più delle volte non basta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il presente dovrebbe essere l’accumulo e il risultato di ciò che siamo stati, di ciò che abbiamo appreso, fatto e trasmesso agli altri: rapporti umani, sentimenti, lotte, conquiste, dolori e tutto ciò che rende la vita degna di essere vissuta. Se ogni giorno ci svegliassimo senza ricordare nulla, se ogni notte il sonno cancellasse i dati presenti nel nostro cervello, impedendo l’accumulo dei ricordi, la nostra vita non sarebbe dissimile da quella di un infermo incapace di badare a se stesso e di fare progetti per il futuro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;È questa la sensazione che Christine prova ogni mattina, quando si desta in un letto sconosciuto, con un uomo mai visto prima, in una casa estranea e ostile. Quando poi si guarda allo specchio, lo shock è anche peggiore: il suo riflesso è quello di una donna più anziana di quanto lei ricordi di essere, i lineamenti stravolti dall’angoscia e dall’incredulità.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ogni mattina Ben le spiega di essere suo marito, che sono sposati da molti anni e che Christine si trova in quello stato dopo essere stata vittima di un terribile incidente che l’ha privata della memoria. Non solo: Christine ogni notte dimentica ciò che è fatto il giorno precedente, ogni mattina la sua mente è una tabula rasa che ha bisogno di riapprendere da zero le coordinate della sua vita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Riluttante a fidarsi di chiunque, compreso un marito la cui figura non le è nemmeno vagamente familiare, Christine scopre di essere in cura dal giovane dottor Nash, che cerca di aiutarla a recuperare la memoria all’insaputa di Ben... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/489-s.-j.-watson-non-ti-addormentare.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La bottega di Hamlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-7720209137363318730?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/7720209137363318730/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/non-ti-addormentare-s-j-watson.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7720209137363318730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7720209137363318730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/non-ti-addormentare-s-j-watson.html' title='&quot;Non ti addormentare&quot; - S. J. Watson'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K48sQYgqp8I/T0erroy6g_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/HiHCJwfce1A/s72-c/non-ti-addormentare-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-7907404662100166849</id><published>2012-02-20T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T22:56:49.726+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia di vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vita quotidiana'/><title type='text'>Un "pezzettino" di me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Avete mai la sensazione che il tempo vi sfugga di mano?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Che i giorni, i mesi, le ore, siano al tempo stesso troppi e troppo pochi, lunghi eppure così veloci da passare... Non so, è che vorrei fare - e faccio! - mille cose, vedere mille persone, leggere migliaia di libri e scriverne altrettanti, ma nel frattempo c'è anche da lavorare, mettere da parte i soldi per il mio "grande progetto" che spero parta entro la fine dell'anno, portare avanti una vita sociale sempre più incasinata e poi lavare e stirare, cucinare, pulire ecc., insomma, mandare avanti anche la vita quotidiana! &lt;b&gt;In tutto questo casino di cose da fare, a cui pensare, certe volte mi sembra di perdere di vista qualcosa... qualcosa che conta, qualcosa d'importante.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wOwTTS_Xy8/T0LBTgtIhgI/AAAAAAAAAtA/eGzyzGr-6UI/s1600/398457_2573147857249_1510887713_31766128_1526690207_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wOwTTS_Xy8/T0LBTgtIhgI/AAAAAAAAAtA/eGzyzGr-6UI/s320/398457_2573147857249_1510887713_31766128_1526690207_n.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;A volte penso che dovrei semplicemente fermarmi e fare il punto della situazione, ma non ci riesco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;C'è questa cosa dentro di me - uno stato d'animo? - che mi spinge ad andare avanti ostinatamente e tenacemente come un mulo, senza alzare lo sguardo, senza più pensare alle conseguenze... è che io non voglio perdermi più niente della vita. &lt;u&gt;NIENTE&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ho già perso troppo, in parte per colpa mia, e ho come quest'ansia di vivere che non mi dà tregua, che non mi lascia respirare, e a volte vorrei solo fermarmi, ecco. Ma poi penso che il tempo perduto non si recupera più, che finanche i secondi sono preziosi, granelli di sabbia che ci scivolano dalle dita e in un paio di minuti ci troviamo a mani vuote, e questa cosa mi fa prendere male... Vi capita mai?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Domani è lunedì, si torna a lavoro e non mi dispiace nemmeno tanto: per lo stesso discorso fatto finora, devo ammettere che amo i lunedì, mi piace la mia routine, mi piace il lavoro che faccio; sono indubbiamente fortunata, ma non solo, tutto ciò che ho me lo sono sudata, e questo non fa che renderlo infinitamente più prezioso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mi aspettano due mesi parecchio duri, lavorativamente parlando, ma so come consolarmi: ho già fatto il biglietto per un prossimo viaggetto :-)!!! Viaggiare mi fa sentire VIVA come poche altre cose, sto sempre lì a spulciare il sito Ryan Air, nulla mi dà più gioia che prenotare un volo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Buonanotte a tutti, cari amici che mi seguite, spero di non aver vaneggiato troppo, è solo che stasera mi andava di scrivere un po' di me :-)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-7907404662100166849?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/7907404662100166849/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/un-pezzettino-di-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7907404662100166849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/7907404662100166849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/un-pezzettino-di-me.html' title='Un &quot;pezzettino&quot; di me!'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wOwTTS_Xy8/T0LBTgtIhgI/AAAAAAAAAtA/eGzyzGr-6UI/s72-c/398457_2573147857249_1510887713_31766128_1526690207_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-8109684601795643825</id><published>2012-02-20T22:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T22:33:23.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gialli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noir'/><title type='text'>"Sorella" - Rosamund Lupton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnHHwFMN_Mo/T0K4UmFiZ6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/N1-H1wFGvDk/s1600/giano_-_sorella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnHHwFMN_Mo/T0K4UmFiZ6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/N1-H1wFGvDk/s200/giano_-_sorella.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sorella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rosamund Lupton&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; NeroGiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere: &lt;/b&gt;Thriller, giallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-625-1102-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 384&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo: &lt;/b&gt;17,50 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cinque anni separano Beatrice Hemming, la primogenita, da Tess, sua sorella. Cinque anni segnati dalla condivisione di un lutto incancellabile – la morte di Leo, il fratellino portato via da una malattia genetica – e da un abisso di forme di vita, personalità e aspetto fisico tra le due sorelle. Account director in un’agenzia newyorchese, con elegante appartamento nella Grande Mela, Bea è sempre stata la sorella matura e importante, la maggiore capace di sgridare la sorellina minore capricciosa e irresponsabile e di condurla puntualmente sulla retta via. Tess, invece, è sempre stata una bellissima, impulsiva, solare creatura. Una ragazza impaziente di vivere che, in nome dei suoi sentimenti, non ha esitato un solo istante ad avventurarsi in una relazione clandestina con uno dei suoi tutor al college d’arte londinese in cui studia, un professore, per giunta, che ha quindici anni piú di lei ed è sposato da tempo. Quando apprende, perciò, dalla madre che Tess è irrintracciabile al lavoro e a casa da ben quattro giorni, Bea prende il primo volo per Londra, ma non si angustia piú di tanto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Certo, sua sorella è incinta e il tutor, il padre del nascituro, si è chiuso in un ipocrita «riserbo», tuttavia Bea sa che Tess non è una ragazza cosí avventata da mettere a repentaglio la sua vita e quella del suo bambino. È soltanto una giovane donna allegra, passionale e indipendente, e si sarà probabilmente presa una settimana tutta per sé.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Qualche giorno dopo che ha messo piede a Londra, una terribile notizia raggiunge, però, Bea. La polizia la informa di aver rinvenuto il cadavere di Tess a Hyde Park, in una casupola di epoca vittoriana seminascosta tra la vegetazione.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Le maniche del cappotto intrise di sangue, i numerosi tagli sull’interno delle braccia, indicano per gli inquirenti una sola possibile conclusione: la ragazza si è suicidata ed è morta per dissanguamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bea si costringe al doloroso rito del riconoscimento, straziata dalla intatta bellezza della sorella, pallida e immobile nella morte come un’eroina offesa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Tuttavia, non crede un solo istante alla tesi del suicidio. Impossibile, per lei, che Tess, una ragazza che non è mai stata tragica,o passiva, o vittima, si sia uccisa. Decide per questo di trasferirsi nell’appartamento della sorella e di indagare sulla sua vita privata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Là, in quell’alloggio malandato, con una vecchia vasca da bagno di smalto sbreccato e macchie di ruggine e muffa intorno ai rubinetti, Bea scopre che Tess aveva preparato per il suo bambino vestitini da neonato di grande lusso che non poteva nemmeno lontanamente permettersi; che la finestra della camera ha un vetro rotto; che sua sorella riceveva da tempo minacciose telefonate anonime…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Romanzo che ha ottenuto al suo apparire uno straordinario successo di pubblico e di critica in Inghilterra e negli Stati Uniti, Sorella mostra come la grande narrativa si manifesti oggi anche, e forse soprattutto, nella forma del mystery, del thriller e del romanzo criminale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«La Lupton è bravissima a imbrogliare le carte e geniale nel regalarci un finale sbalorditivo. Nel 2011 è uscito in Inghilterra il suo secondo romanzo, Afterwards. Vogliamo scommettere: sarà un altro grande libro».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giovanni Pacchiano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Un thriller straordinario… che, in una tranquilla atmosfera familiare,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;assesta un colpo tremendo». &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guardian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Una storia perfettamente riuscita dalla prima all’ultima pagina, in cui la suspense regna sovrana. Ma soprattutto un romanzo di enorme intensità emotiva...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scritto con la potenza e l’eleganza di una giovane Daphne du Maurier…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;annuncia un nuovo, autentico talento».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daily Mail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Quando credi che la storia stia giungendo a una tranquilla e definitiva conclusione, arriva la sorpresa finale ad avvinghiarti lo stomaco». &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Radio Times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Mystery? Thriller psicologico? Sí, tutto questo, ma anche molto di piú. Il genere conta ben poco di fronte al fatto che il notevole romanzo della Lupton è un lavoro magistrale, superlativo, che avvince i lettori dalla prima all’ultima pagina». &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Booklist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;*Le mie recensioni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Sorella", dell’esordiente Rosamund Lupton, può essere definito un giallo, ma in realtà è molto di più: è un romanzo triste e introspettivo, delicato e al tempo stesso forte, quasi crudele nell’impietosa descrizione del male che ci offre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Beatrice e Tess Hamming sono sorelle, ma non potrebbero essere più diverse. Beatrice è la maggiore, vive ha New York, ha un lavoro fisso e un fidanzato noioso ma affidabile; la sua concretezza, il suo senso del dovere, stridono fortemente con il carattere di Tess, ventenne impulsiva e creativa, che frequenta l’università e ama a tal punto la vita da accettarla come un dono anche quando scopre di essere incinta del proprio tutor, quarantenne sposato che rifiuta di riconoscere il bambino. Un giorno Beatrice riceve una telefonata da oltreoceano: è sua madre, che le comunica che Tess è scomparsa senza lasciare tracce. Così Beatrice prende il primo volo per Londra e si mette alla ricerca di quella sorella così diversa eppure così amata, che mai sarebbe scappata senza avvisarla, e soprattutto mai avrebbe messo a repentaglio la vita del bambino che porta in grembo, ormai sul punto di nascere... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/531-rosamund-lupton-sorella.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La bottega di Hamlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7DLCGxUy7y0/T0K4TzULgQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/o6TqIKit41g/s1600/sister.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7DLCGxUy7y0/T0K4TzULgQI/AAAAAAAAAsw/o6TqIKit41g/s200/sister.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Copertina originale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ho desiderato leggere “Sorella” di Rosamund Lupton, edito da Giano, fin dalla prima volta che l’ho visto in libreria. Sarà la copertina, semplice e malinconica, sarà la trama – estremamente accattivante, così dissimile da quelle dei thriller cui siamo abituati – oppure il nome della casa editrice, Giano appunto, da sempre sinonimo di qualità.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E questo romanzo non delude affatto le aspettative: pervaso dalla prima all’ultima pagina da una sottile inquietudine che la Lupton riesce a trasmettere magistralmente al lettore, “Sorella” si snoda malinconico e ambiguo fino ai colpi di scena finali, tristi e imprevedibili.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Proprio la tristezza costituisce il leitmotiv di un romanzo che come pochi riesce a trascinare il lettore in una dimensione diversa, quella della protagonista, il cui vissuto riesce a raggiungere empaticamente chi legge, che non tarda a condividerne le emozioni, la paura, il bisogno di conoscere la verità... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Sorella-Rosamund-Lupton.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoloLibri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-8109684601795643825?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/8109684601795643825/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/sorella-rosamund-lupton.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8109684601795643825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8109684601795643825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/sorella-rosamund-lupton.html' title='&quot;Sorella&quot; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-al9C5qpdR1A/Tz7ODuj0v0I/AAAAAAAAAso/CjKlGevpmaE/s1600/crouch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-al9C5qpdR1A/Tz7ODuj0v0I/AAAAAAAAAso/CjKlGevpmaE/s200/crouch.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garzantilibri.it/autori_main.php?page=schedaautore&amp;amp;CPID=1060"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Crouch Julia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finché vita non ci separi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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Ma non può rifiutare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lei e Polly sono amiche di sangue, quasi sorelle. Le loro vite sono ormai divise, ma le loro anime sono indissolubilmente unite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unite per sempre, da un segreto e un silenzio. La telefonata è giunta all'improvviso. Polly, un'ex cantante ribelle, è disperata, ha bisogno di ospitalità. Rose è l'unica in grado di aiutarla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È sempre stato così, fin da piccole. Ma quando si presenta alla porta del cottage, è da subito evidente che Polly non è quello che sembra. Dimostra fin troppo interesse per i vestiti di Rose. Per la sua casa. Le sue figlie. Suo marito. Rose inizia a sospettare che lo scopo di Polly non sia solo quello di essere consolata. Strani incidenti si susseguono.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il vecchio gatto di casa scompare, la figlia piccola di Rose si salva per un soffio da un avvelenamento. Giorno dopo giorno l'inquietudine di Rose cresce, ma nessuno la aiuta, nessuno le crede, nemmeno Gareth, suo marito. Finché una cosa non appare chiara: una volta che Polly è entrata, sarà molto difficile farla andare via.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il castello di certezze di Rose e la sua stessa vita sono in pericolo, ma lei non ha nessuna intenzione di farsele strappare tanto facilmente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anche a costo di far riemergere la parte più oscura di sé, la parte che da anni nasconde dietro la facciata di madre perfetta e moglie esemplare…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*Le mie recensioni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 32.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rose e Polly sono amiche fin da quando erano bambine. Condividono un’infanzia infelice, un’adolescenza ribelle e una giovinezza londinese vissuta pericolosamente, un periodo cupo e trasgressivo caratterizzato da festini, uso massiccio di droghe e un paio d’inconfessabili segreti tutelati da un solenne giuramento. Polly è stata una cantante rock di discreta fama, ma anche una tossicomane a costante rischio di overdose, mentre Rose, più tranquilla e saggia, ma incline a lasciarsi trascinare dalle stravaganze dell’amica, ha studiato per diventare insegnante: sorelle non di sangue ma di vita, le due vengono separate dalla vita stessa quando Polly sposa l’affascinante Christos, artista eclettico e scostante, e si trasferisce con lui in Grecia, mentre Rose rimane in Inghilterra per sposare il miglior amico di lui, Garreth, con cui mette su famiglia e va a vivere un’idilliaca dimora di campagna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 32.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La vita sembra essersi finalmente incanalata sui binari giusti, quando giunge improvvisa la notizia della morte di Christos. Può Rose rifiutarsi di aiutare la sua vecchia amica, rimasta vedova, e i suoi due figli? La donna in cuor suo sa di sbagliare, ma sa anche che se non aiuterà Polly il senso di colpa la perseguiterà per sempre. A legare le due donne, in realtà, più che un’amicizia è un legame d’altro genere, un sentimento morboso e intricato che si nutre di colpa, sospetto, segreti, invidia, bugie e risentimento; al posto di un affetto spontaneo, c’è l’ossessione di un rapporto malato tra due persone fondamentalmente fragili e immature, psicologicamente labili… (continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/499-julia-crouch-finche-vita-non-ci-separi.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0026f8; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La Bottega di Hamlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 32.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Finché vita non ci separi” di Julia Crouch, edito da Garzanti nel 2012, è un romanzo intenso, inquietante perché credibile, interamente fondato com’è sulle nostre paure più ataviche e su comportamenti che ognuno di noi ha – o ha avuto – almeno una volta nella vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-family: Garamond; mso-bidi-font-size: 32.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Leggendo questo romanzo, oltre a provare un crescente coinvolgimento emotivo nelle vicende della protagonista, arrivando addirittura a condividerne gli stati d’animo (segnale evidente, questo, dell’estrema bravura della scrittrice), mi sono convinta che la Crouch non intendeva soltanto scrivere un buon thriller che sconvolgesse i lettori e li portasse a sfogliare una pagina dopo l’altra senza riuscire a smettere di leggere; a mio parere l’autrice voleva anche, soprattutto, fornirci abbondante materiale per riflettere sui legami d’amore e d’amicizia, su cosa ci spinga a diventare amici di una persona anziché di un’altra, su quale sia la vera natura dei sentimenti che ci legano alle persone che amiamo, i bisogni e le esigenze su cui fondiamo le nostre scelte di vita. Il romanzo induce a riflettere profondamente su tutto questo, non senza una certa, sgradevole sensazione di paura, tanto più profonda quanto più ci rendiamo conto delle incredibili verità contenute in un thriller psicologico tra i più destabilizzanti che abbia mai letto… (continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Finche-vita-non-ci-separi-Julia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0026f8; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SoloLibri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-2623941368716402048?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/2623941368716402048/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/finche-vita-non-ci-separi-julia-crouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/2623941368716402048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/2623941368716402048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/finche-vita-non-ci-separi-julia-crouch.html' title='&quot;Finché vita non ci separi&quot; - Julia Crouch'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-al9C5qpdR1A/Tz7ODuj0v0I/AAAAAAAAAso/CjKlGevpmaE/s72-c/crouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-5108207627892942736</id><published>2012-02-19T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T18:43:01.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videorecensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gialli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><title type='text'>"Non ti addormentare" S.J. 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Watson - Videorecensione'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-8584113987962866137</id><published>2012-02-17T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T22:39:00.717+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggereleggere editore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>"Il gioco della seduzione" - S.E. Phillips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tva1GJ9niu4/Tz7HLqnkyxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rAggtq00p1Y/s1600/il+gioco+della+seduzione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tva1GJ9niu4/Tz7HLqnkyxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rAggtq00p1Y/s200/il+gioco+della+seduzione.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Il gioco della seduzione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Narrativa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uscita:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;9 febbraio 2012&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;368&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costo:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;10,00 euro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leggere Editore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;978-88-6508-140-2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Semplicemente sensazionale. Ogni suo romanzo è un successo.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The New York Times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Un’autrice che spicca nel genere femminile.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publishers Weekly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando gli opposti, non solo si attraggono, ma divengono inseparabili… Cosa ci fa una donna che stravede per le scarpe, le borse di alta moda e le acconciature all'ultimo grido, al vertice di una delle aziende più prestigiose della città? Chicago non è pronta per l’affascinante e capricciosa Phoebe Somerville, tuttavia quando il padre le consegna le redini della squadra di rugby della famiglia, tutti, lei compresa, dovranno farsene una ragione.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lei è un vero tornado, ma è possibile che una semplice donna riesca a creare un tale scompiglio in città?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nessuno pensa che Phoebe riuscirà a risollevare le sorti della squadra, né tantomeno a far capitolare Dan Calebow, il fascinoso allenatore.&amp;nbsp; Ma si sa che spesso la prima impressione è quella meno affidabile… Lavorando fianco a fianco, i due comprenderanno che&amp;nbsp; il gioco della seduzione è l'unico per cui vale la pena rischiare tutto, anche a costo di imbattersi in guai molto più seri di quanto abbiano previsto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;*Le mie recensioni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;Portata in Italia per la prima volta da Leggere Edizioni, casa editrice attentissima ai gusti del pubblico femminile, Susan Elizabeth Phillips è un’autrice di romance conosciuta in tutto il mondo per la sua vasta produzione di best seller che inevitabilmente raggiungono i vertici delle classifiche. Leggendo &lt;i&gt;Il gioco della seduzione&lt;/i&gt;, è facile capire il motivo del suo successo: al di là dello stile semplice e scorrevole, l’ideale per una lettura “facile”, da praticare principalmente per distrazione, durante il tempo libero, emerge subito una sostanziale differenza tra questo romanzo, che pure è un romance nel senso più puro del termine, e altri classici del genere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;Nei romanzi sentimentali, da Liala in poi, ogni cosa – caratteri, descrizioni, ambientazione ecc. – viene subordinata alla storia d’amore che costituisce il fulcro della narrazione, spesso l’unico argomento che venga in qualche modo approfondito (coronato ovviamente da una forte componente sensuale).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Si ha quasi l’impressione che l’intera trama sia solo un pretesto per far funzionare la storia d’amore, per inserirla in un contesto che non solo non viene approfondito, ma a volte nemmeno sfiorato di striscio. Credo che questo sia uno dei motivi che hanno fatto del romanzo sentimentale uno dei generi più disprezzati della letteratura&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/530-susan-elizabeth-philips-il-gioco-della-seduzione.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La bottega di Hamlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;“Il gioco della seduzione” è il regalo che una casa editrice come la Leggereditore, da sempre attenta ai gusti e alle esigenze del pubblico femminile, ha voluto fare alle sue lettrici per San Valentino. Un regalo di tutto rispetto, se si considera che questo romanzo porta la firma di Susan Elizabeth Phillips, una delle autrici di romance più acclamate della scena internazionale, che sbarca per la prima volta in Italia proprio grazie alla Leggereditore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Leggendo questo romanzo, salta immediatamente all’occhio la straordinaria bravura di questa autrice. Scordatevi quei romanzetti rosa dai personaggi stereotipati e le trame improbabili: la Phillips, infatti, non solo sa creare personaggi complessi e sfaccettati, molto simili a noi uomini e donne reali, ma riesce anche a riprodurre alla perfezione le dinamiche dei rapporti uomo-donna, dando vita a situazioni assolutamente plausibili ma al tempo stesso intriganti, sensuali, avvincenti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scevro da ogni volgarità fine a se stessa, il romanzo è percorso dall’incredibile tensione erotica tra i due protagonisti, la bella Phoebe Somerville, che alla morte del padre si trova suo malgrado a capo della squadra di rugby di famiglia – che tra l’altro è anche una delle aziende più grandi della città – e l’allenatore Dan Calebow, testardo e prepotente, deciso a risollevare le sorti della squadra nonostante l’incompetenza e il disinteresse della nuova, giovane e frivola proprietaria... &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Il-gioco-della-seduzione-Susan.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoloLibri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-8584113987962866137?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/8584113987962866137/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/il-gioco-della-seduzione-se-phillips_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8584113987962866137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8584113987962866137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/il-gioco-della-seduzione-se-phillips_17.html' title='&quot;Il gioco della seduzione&quot; - S.E. Phillips'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tva1GJ9niu4/Tz7HLqnkyxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rAggtq00p1Y/s72-c/il+gioco+della+seduzione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-6847288500487089840</id><published>2012-02-15T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T19:21:08.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videorecensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuove entrate nella mia libreria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri gratis'/><title type='text'>Nuove entrate nella mia libreria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9eA7dIR6lBA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eA7dIR6lBA?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9eA7dIR6lBA?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-6847288500487089840?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/6847288500487089840/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/nuove-entrate-nella-mia-libreria.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/6847288500487089840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/6847288500487089840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/nuove-entrate-nella-mia-libreria.html' title='Nuove entrate nella mia libreria!'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-6672204172263499309</id><published>2012-02-14T14:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T14:12:49.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diego farina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san valentino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridere fa bene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumetti'/><title type='text'>S. Valentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;A tutti gli innamorati - e ovviamente anche ai non innamorati! - oggi voglio dedicare delle vignette umoristiche che trovo semplicemente MERAVIGLIOSE. L'autore è un bravissimo disegnatore romano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diego Farina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;. L'ho scoperto per caso su FB e mi sono letteralmente innamorata della sua arte... oltre a essere una persona squisita, infatti, è davvero bravo bravo bravo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Del resto potete vederlo da voi qui sotto… Mi scuso se non si leggono bene, purtroppo nel formato più grande non ci stavano!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cliccateci sopra per vederle ingarndite :-)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Buon San Valentino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgC0XJlPnpo/TzpcDTI3x7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/1F8jmgW2LU8/s1600/farina+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgC0XJlPnpo/TzpcDTI3x7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/1F8jmgW2LU8/s400/farina+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCWUM5eH-oA/TzpcFuqa_CI/AAAAAAAAAsA/g1sYGyQ8y44/s1600/farina1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NCWUM5eH-oA/TzpcFuqa_CI/AAAAAAAAAsA/g1sYGyQ8y44/s400/farina1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jdbpAvO_vo/TzpcHGTq4SI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kajdgX5AKcU/s1600/farina2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jdbpAvO_vo/TzpcHGTq4SI/AAAAAAAAAsI/kajdgX5AKcU/s400/farina2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biografia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Galileo guardando la Luna disse "Eppur si muove..", guardando me, molto probabilmente avrebbe detto "Eppur disegna..".&amp;nbsp;Mi chiamo Diego Farina e sono nato in una notte luminosa di Dicembre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJCePG11s2Y/TzpdGVmwEfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/AX75vRAMkXk/s1600/diego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJCePG11s2Y/TzpdGVmwEfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/AX75vRAMkXk/s200/diego.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le prime tre parole che ho detto? Carta, gomma e matita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adoro tutto ciò che mi stimola e che non conosco. Sono una persona enormemente affamata della vita..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;E-mail&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;farinadiego@hotmail.it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trovate Diego anche su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Diego-Farina-Disegnatore/200390876702627?sk=info"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-6672204172263499309?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/6672204172263499309/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/s-valentino.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/6672204172263499309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/6672204172263499309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/s-valentino.html' title='S. Valentino'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mgC0XJlPnpo/TzpcDTI3x7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/1F8jmgW2LU8/s72-c/farina+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-8103868538611682496</id><published>2012-02-13T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:39:35.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gialli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bologna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gianluca morozzi'/><title type='text'>"Chi non muore" - Gianluca Morozzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyzXSkBatSk/TzkbibH17BI/AAAAAAAAAro/qJDFN_2uEsM/s1600/chi-non-muore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyzXSkBatSk/TzkbibH17BI/AAAAAAAAAro/qJDFN_2uEsM/s200/chi-non-muore.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHI NON MUORE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gianluca Morozzi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 288 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; € 17.50&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere: &lt;/b&gt;Narrativa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Narratori della Fenice &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In libreria dal:&lt;/b&gt; 22 Settembre 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando muori, dicono, tutta la vita ti scorre davanti agli occhi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E la vita ora sta scorrendo davanti agli occhi di Angie, colpita a morte dall’assassino che stava cercando. Riversa su un pavimento, Angie ripercorre la catena di eventi che l’ha portata fin lì, lei, studentessa abruzzese di ventidue anni, aspirante cantante con il sorriso alla Angelina Jolie, fuorisede a Bologna, quattro mostri umani come coinquiline e turbolente vicende sentimentali.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tutto per Angie cambia quando si ritrova per caso a indagare sull’omicidio di tre dei quattro componenti di una band bolognese, perpetrato una notte, otto anni prima, senza il minimo movente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E quando, soprattutto, si innamora di Mizar, l’unico superstite della band. Mentre cerca di risolvere l’intricato caso con il suo migliore amico, Lucio, e di conquistare il bel Mizar, Angie scivola lentamente in una spirale sempre più oscura, di cui sono parte la gelida Valentina, uno scioglilingua greco, una vecchia discarica in campagna e misteri che si aprono su altri misteri. E poco a poco la vicenda si sposta dalla sala prove e dai vicoli di Bologna a due case gemelle, al termine di un sentiero di cipressi, mentre le atmosfere del romanzo rock si mischiano a quelle di &lt;i&gt;Almost Blue&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;La casa dalle finestre che ridono&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fino allo sconvolgente, imprevedibile finale.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se fosse un film dell'orrore io dovrei fuggire via, adesso. Ma non è un film dell'orrore, è l'inizio della mia storia d'amore meravigliosa. Questa è l'ultima tappa... Prendo un respiro. Infilo la chiave nella toppa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La giro tre volte. La porta si apre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forza, Angie. Tre, due, uno. Vai. Faccio un passo. E sono dentro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfpGWR8TCs4/TzkeLDkvxaI/AAAAAAAAArw/LUCebPX2L2Q/s1600/morozzi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfpGWR8TCs4/TzkeLDkvxaI/AAAAAAAAArw/LUCebPX2L2Q/s1600/morozzi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gianluca Morozzi&lt;/b&gt; è nato nel 1971 a Bologna, dove vive. Ha pubblicato i romanzi &lt;i&gt;Dieci cose che ho fatto ma che non posso credere di aver fatto, però le ho fatte&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Accecati dalla luce&lt;/i&gt; e la raccolta di racconti &lt;i&gt;Luglio, agosto, settembre nero&lt;/i&gt;, tutti usciti da Fernandel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*La mia Recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Chi non muore&lt;/i&gt;, dell’italianissimo Gianluca Morozzi, è un romanzo che entra immediatamente nel vivo, catturando il lettore con un espediente che funziona più di un centinaio di pagine introduttive (tanto ci mettono alcune storie a carburare): nella prima pagina la protagonista femminile, Angie, avverte il lettore di non affezionarsi a lei, perché sta per morire; e infatti la ragazza è stata colpita a morte dall’efferato assassino a cui stava dando la caccia, e ora l’intera sua vita le sta scorrendo davanti agli occhi, soprattutto il periodo che la giovane studentessa fuorisede, originaria di Francavilla al Mare, ha trascorso nella caotica e misteriosa Bologna, la città in cui tutto ha inizio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peccato che non affezionarsi al personaggio ironico, pasticcione e temerario di Angie sia pressoché impossibile, e sfido qualsiasi lettore a dire il contrario. La cosa più bella, più riuscita e funzionante di questo ottimo romanzo, infatti, è proprio lei, la ventenne che tutti vorremmo avere per amica: simpaticamente convinta di se stessa e dei propri mezzi, spontanea, comicamente arguta e critica nei confronti del mondo che la circonda, buffa ed energica, piena di una vitalità contagiosa, a mio avviso – e non credo di esagerare – Angie è uno dei personaggi femminili più riusciti della letteratura italiana contemporanea. Il fatto che poi questa caratterizzazione così riuscita e credibile sia frutto di una penna maschile, è ancor più straordinario... &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/476-gianluca-morozzi-chi-non-muore.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere la mia recensione&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/articoli/520-bologna-e-la-mia-musa-intervista-a-gianluca-morozzi.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Leggi la mia intervista a Gianluca Morozzi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*Videorecensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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- Gianluca Morozzi'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyzXSkBatSk/TzkbibH17BI/AAAAAAAAAro/qJDFN_2uEsM/s72-c/chi-non-muore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-8257284535608123290</id><published>2012-02-09T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T15:31:34.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sondaggio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copertine'/><title type='text'>VOTA LA COPERTINA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJGTgqkIkDY/TzPQ_NhRdJI/AAAAAAAAArI/hesqNSf99XI/s1600/copertina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJGTgqkIkDY/TzPQ_NhRdJI/AAAAAAAAArI/hesqNSf99XI/s200/copertina.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copertina n. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2GtXtHVLQM/TzPRIElX_fI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hadbfgQVoI8/s1600/copertina_rossella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2GtXtHVLQM/TzPRIElX_fI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hadbfgQVoI8/s200/copertina_rossella.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copertina n. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I2GtXtHVLQM/TzPRIElX_fI/AAAAAAAAArQ/hadbfgQVoI8/s1600/copertina_rossella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cari lettori, oggi chiedo il vostro aiuto!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Per l'e-book (un racconto erotico-noir) che pubblicherò a breve con &lt;b&gt;Kindle &lt;/b&gt;sono indecisa tra 4 copertine...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mi aiutate a scegliere?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Non dovete far altro che &lt;u&gt;scrivere il numero nei commenti&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;GRAZIE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkKdnix7rNA/TzPSUgV3vVI/AAAAAAAAArg/TQq5pfWqAb8/s1600/copertina+def+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkKdnix7rNA/TzPSUgV3vVI/AAAAAAAAArg/TQq5pfWqAb8/s200/copertina+def+1.png" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copertina n. 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIWgmo_m5BM/TzPRtzYhppI/AAAAAAAAArY/vDePp8jksIk/s1600/copertina+def+2.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIWgmo_m5BM/TzPRtzYhppI/AAAAAAAAArY/vDePp8jksIk/s200/copertina+def+2.2.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copertina n. 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-8257284535608123290?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/8257284535608123290/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/vota-la-copertina.html#comment-form' title='47 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8257284535608123290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8257284535608123290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/vota-la-copertina.html' title='VOTA LA COPERTINA!'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJGTgqkIkDY/TzPQ_NhRdJI/AAAAAAAAArI/hesqNSf99XI/s72-c/copertina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-1203577802949795329</id><published>2012-02-08T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:49:24.042+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newton compton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anteprime'/><title type='text'>Le più belle novità Newton Compton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrCOkVymOmA/TzLbODCcmyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/UCpAPg4V1nU/s1600/il_cadavere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrCOkVymOmA/TzLbODCcmyI/AAAAAAAAAp4/UCpAPg4V1nU/s200/il_cadavere.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Il cadavere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Varg Gyllander&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Nuova Narrativa Newton n. 332&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa straniera/Thriller&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-541-3532-1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 336&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costo:&lt;/b&gt; 9.90 euro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È l’alba di una giornata di primavera. La città di Stoccolma sta ancora dormendo, quando il corpo nudo e senza vita della&amp;nbsp; giovane Jenny Svensson viene ritrovato in una fontana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Appena arriva sul luogo del delitto, l’agente della Scientifica Ulf Holtz pensa subito a un incidente, magari un gioco finito male. Ma poco tempo dopo viene scoperto anche il cadavere del writer Peter Konstantino, freddato in modo simile alla ragazza, e Ulf capisce allora di essere caduto nella rete di un ingegnoso serial killer. Lui e Pia Levin, la collega che lo affianca nelle indagini, brancolano nel buio: chi si nasconde davvero dietro quegli orrendi delitti? Chi ha ucciso i due ragazzi, e perché? C’è un legame tra le vittime? Una scia di violenza e crimini rischia di insanguinare le strade di Stoccolma… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grazie alla sua lunga esperienza sul campo come portavoce della polizia svedese, Varg Gyllander ci offre uno spaccato vivido e crudo dei metodi investigativi e dell’atmosfera che si respira sulla scena del crimine, creando un thriller unico nel suo genere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newtoncompton.com/newton/upload/File/estratti/cadavereestratto.pdf"&gt;Leggi un estratto!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F5GhNItpHwY/TzLcVERbjbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/OyFAzpsZdb8/s200/l'ultima_casa+a+sinistra.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;L'ultima casa a sinistra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Unni Lindell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Nuova Narrativa Newton n. 337&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Argomenti:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Narrativa straniera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-541-3568-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine: &lt;/b&gt;384&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costo:&lt;/b&gt; 9.90 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Britt Else Buberg, una donna sola e apparentemente senza legami, in un giorno di luglio cade dal sesto piano di un palazzo alla periferia di Oslo. La vittima ha il profilo psicologico della suicida, eppure nessuno crede che le cose siano andate così: né la sua unica amica, un’anziana donna che abita nella vicina casa di riposo, né la polizia norvegese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Poco tempo dopo, da un camping alle porte della città scompare la giovane Lilly Rudeck, una lavoratrice stagionale di nazionalità polacca, che viveva in una baracca sulla spiaggia. Gli investigatori sanno che a gestire il campeggio è un vicino di Britt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma questo è sufficiente a chiudere i due casi e a stabilire un collegamento tra Lilly e la Buberg? Per Cato Isaksen e la collega Marian Dahle l’esito delle indagini non può essere così scontato.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E infatti la faccenda si complica quando si scoprirà che nello stesso camping è stata violentata e uccisa un’altra ragazza, stranamente somigliante a Lilly. Ma quel delitto è avvenuto molti anni prima, nel 1972…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newtoncompton.com/newton/upload/File/estratti/ultimacasasinistraestratto.pdf"&gt;Leggi un estratto!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Sy95A7ClL6Y/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sy95A7ClL6Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sy95A7ClL6Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_suutGejtHo/TzLdS4z1sMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jSvTH5X4zqc/s1600/libro_segreto_delle_sirene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_suutGejtHo/TzLdS4z1sMI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jSvTH5X4zqc/s200/libro_segreto_delle_sirene.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il libro segreto delle sirene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P. C. Cast&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Vertigo n. 88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Argomenti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere: &lt;/b&gt;Fantasy/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Narrativa straniera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-541-3572-7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 352&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costo: &lt;/b&gt;9.90 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Christine Canady, detta CC, sergente dell’Aeronautica militare statunitense, vorrebbe tanto un pizzico di magia nella sua normalissima, monotona vita. Così, la sera del suo venticinquesimo compleanno, mentre festeggia da sola nel proprio appartamento, non si limita a esprimere il classico desiderio, ma, per gioco, si spinge fino a improvvisare un misterioso rituale, invocando niente meno che l’intervento di una dea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Di certo non si aspetta che la sua richiesta venga esaudita…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;E invece, durante il trasferimento per una missione, l’aereo del sergente Canady precipita nell’oceano e la vita di Christine cambia per sempre. La ragazza, infatti, si risveglia incredula nel corpo di Ondina, la leggendaria sirena figlia del re del mare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;L’oceano però si rivela ben presto un luogo molto pericoloso, e sua madre Gea, la dea della terra, decide di trasformarla in una fanciulla, permettendole di trovare rifugio sulla terraferma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma è al mare che Ondina desidera tornare, e all’affascinante Dylan, creatura degli abissi, che le ha rubato il cuore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newtoncompton.com/newton/upload/File/estratti/librosegretosireneestratto.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Leggi un estratto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/le-piu-belle-novita-newton-compton.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1203577802949795329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1203577802949795329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/le-piu-belle-novita-newton-compton.html' title='Le più belle novità Newton Compton!'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IpitNKL-HUg/TzLVEgq9LvI/AAAAAAAAApo/qdPY96v4TMQ/s200/vangeloproibito.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Il vangelo proibito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;David Gibbins&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Nuova Narrativa Newton n. 297&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa straniera/Thriller&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 384&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; 9,90 euro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-541-2967-2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un'avventura mozzafiato tra storia e archeologia alla ricerca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;del documento più scottante di tutti i tempi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Al largo della costa siciliana Jack Howard, un archeologo di fama mondiale, e il suo inseparabile collega, l'ingegnere Costas Kazantzakis, sono impegnati in un'immersione subacquea alla ricerca di un antico relitto, la nave che nel 60 d.C. portava san Paolo a Roma e naufragò nelle acque del Mediterraneo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nel frattempo una scossa di terremoto apre un nuovo passaggio nella villa dei Papiri a Ercolano e riporta alla luce una camera segreta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È una scoperta sensazionale: potrebbe trattarsi dello studio privato dell'imperatore Claudio, il luogo dove avrebbe vissuto in incognito gli ultimi anni della sua vita per custodire un oscuro segreto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E così tra antiche cripte e templi dimenticati, pericoli, enigmi e rivelazioni, i due amici intraprendono un viaggio che, da Roma a Londra, dalla California a Gerusalemme, li porterà indietro nel tempo, fino all'alba della cristianità e a un misterioso, inestimabile documento che qualcuno vorrebbe sepolto per sempre...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Vaticano diranno le loro ultime preghiere. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dopo Atlantis, tornano Jack Howard e il suo coraggioso team di ricercatori alla prese con un nuovo affascinante mistero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Che cosa ottieni se incroci Indiana Jones con Dan Brown? David Gibbins.»&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daily Mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E se la nostra storia fosse basata su una menzogna?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newtoncompton.com/newton/upload/File/estratti/vangeloproibitoestratto.pdf"&gt;Leggi un estratto!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TzGJG4-yXs/TzLV4Yj0reI/AAAAAAAAApw/hRokhQKGTNA/s1600/gibbins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TzGJG4-yXs/TzLV4Yj0reI/AAAAAAAAApw/hRokhQKGTNA/s1600/gibbins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Gibbins&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;canadese, è un autorevole ricercatore e archeologo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Specializzato in studi sul Mediterraneo antico, ha condotto numerose spedizioni di archeologia subacquea in tutto il mondo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È autore di cinque bestseller, che hanno venduto quasi due milioni di copie e sono stati tradotti in ventinove Paesi, tra cui Atlantis e L'oro dei crociati, pubblicati in Italia dalla Newton Compton.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Per saperne di &amp;nbsp;più visita il&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidgibbins.com/"&gt;sito dell'autore&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*La mia recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Siamo a largo del mare che bagna una splendida Sicilia, lussureggiante e arroventata. L’archeologo Jack Howard, conosciuto in tutto il mondo per le sue importanti scoperte, e il suo inseparabile amico e collega Costas Kazantzakis sono impegnati un’immersione subacquea che ha come scopo quello di recuperare una leggendaria nave naufragata nel Mediterraneo nel 60 d.C., mentre stava conducendo San Paolo a Roma. Non è la prima volta che Jack si cimenta in questa sensazionale impresa: da sempre infatti, è consapevole che la nave si trova in un punto imprecisato dei fondali del Mediterraneo, e già vent’anni prima si era già immerso alla ricerca del relitto, senza però avere l’attrezzatura adeguata né le coordinare giuste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ora, però, finalmente il suo sogno sembra avverarsi…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nel frattempo, in Campania, succede qualcosa di straordinario: una forte scossa di terremoto spacca il terreno, svelando l’esistenza di un passaggio segreto nella villa dei Papiri a Ercolano che conduce a una camera segreta, anch’essa riportata alla luce dal terremoto... &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Il-vangelo-proibito-David-Gibbins.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere la recensione su SoloLibri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-6547916837464262022?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/6547916837464262022/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/il-vangelo-proibito-david-gibbins.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/6547916837464262022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/6547916837464262022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/il-vangelo-proibito-david-gibbins.html' title='&quot;Il vangelo proibito&quot; - David Gibbins'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IpitNKL-HUg/TzLVEgq9LvI/AAAAAAAAApo/qdPY96v4TMQ/s72-c/vangeloproibito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-8059801411966220213</id><published>2012-02-07T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:55:35.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 giorni di libri'/><title type='text'>30 giorni di libri. Giorno 2: la tua citazione preferita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Cari amici, ho deciso di iniziare anch'io un giochino divertentissimo dedicato agli amanti dei libri che ho trovato su Facebook, che si chiama&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;30 giorni di libri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regole:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Su questa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/30-Giorni-di-libri/130856023697450?sk=wall"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pagina FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ci sono&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;30 domande sui libri&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;una per ogni giorno del mese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Per partecipare bisogna postare giornalmente la risposta sulla propria bacheca, infine taggare la pagina facebook che ha creato il gioco.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Potete partecipare anche voi, che aspettate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domanda 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;La tua citazione preferita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anche in questo caso ci sono molte bellissime citazioni nei libri, perciò proprio non posso farne a meno di dirne almeno due.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La prima si trova in quello che secondo me è il libro più bello di &lt;b&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/b&gt; (l'unico un minimo sensato!), cioè &lt;u&gt;"Veronica decide di morire"&lt;/u&gt;, un romanzo piuttosto breve che ho letto e amato soprattutto perché tocca tematiche che in passato mi hanno riguardata molto da vicino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;La frase "incriminata" (in senso buono!) è:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Il vero io è ciò che sei, non quello che hanno fatto di te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E' una frase che da sola dice tutto o quasi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCAWwt_0kbY/TzEQXHIwJyI/AAAAAAAAApY/GpINXgJH5rA/s1600/veronika_decide_di_morire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCAWwt_0kbY/TzEQXHIwJyI/AAAAAAAAApY/GpINXgJH5rA/s200/veronika_decide_di_morire.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veronika decide di morire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tante, troppe volte, la nostra vera natura, i nostri veri desideri, le aspirazioni e i modi d'essere più autentici si perdono sotto strati e strati di imposizioni, educazione impartitaci, desideri e ambizioni altrui (magari dei genitori), voglia di essere accettati, desiderio di rivalsa... Ecco, è proprio allora che la nostra anima si ribella, e lo fa in mille modi diversi. Si ribella perché è costretta a ricordarci che la stiamo soffocando - che &lt;i&gt;ci&lt;/i&gt; stiamo soffocando - vivendo una vita che non è la nostra, comportandoci in un modo che non vorremmo, permettendo alla paura di ostacolarci, di cambiarci, di impedirci di essere felici... Perché appunto, spesso c'è un'enorme differenza tra ciò che siamo davvero e ciò che la vita, i dolori, la gente hanno fatto di noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7bvXvn2420/TzEQlklBMhI/AAAAAAAAApg/3wFGdfkUIX4/s1600/gioco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7bvXvn2420/TzEQlklBMhI/AAAAAAAAApg/3wFGdfkUIX4/s200/gioco.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il gioco dell'angelo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La seconda frase è tratta dal libro di un altro autore di successo, &lt;b&gt;Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;/b&gt;, e si trova nella sua seconda opera di successo, &lt;u&gt;"Il gioco dell'angelo"&lt;/u&gt;, che a mio parere è meno riuscita della prima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anche Zafon, come Coelho, decisamente non rientra tra i miei autori preferiti: trame troppo ingarbugliate, che partono bene ma inevitabilmente si perdono, finali improbabili, una certa strisciante noia che prende il lettore (o almeno me), proprio sul finale, quando al contrario la tensione dovrebbe essere ai massimi livelli.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ecco la frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sai qual è il bello dei cuori infranti?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Che si spezzano una volta sola.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Il resto sono solo graffi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ed è una frase che si commenta da sé.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ci sono persone, uomini e donne, giovani e vecchi, che passano da un amore all'altro, da una delusione all'altra, da un dolore all'altro come se niente fosse, con la stessa, imperturbabile intensità.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Per me si tratta di persone - e sentimenti - superficiali.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se il cuore si spezza per davvero, lo fa una volta sola... dopo che il danno più profondo è fatto, tutto il resto non potrà mai più fare così male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-8059801411966220213?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/8059801411966220213/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-2-la-tua.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8059801411966220213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8059801411966220213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-2-la-tua.html' title='30 giorni di libri. Giorno 2: la tua citazione preferita'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s72-c/papiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-4718307500917793367</id><published>2012-02-05T18:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T13:03:18.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 giorni di libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domande'/><title type='text'>30 giorni di libri. Giorno 1: Il tuo libro preferito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Cari amici, ho deciso di iniziare anch'io un giochino divertentissimo dedicato agli amanti dei libri che ho trovato su Facebook, che si chiama&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;30 giorni di libri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s1600/papiro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Regole:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Su questa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/30-Giorni-di-libri/130856023697450?sk=wall"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pagina FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ci sono &lt;u&gt;30 domande sui libri&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;una per ogni giorno del mese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Per partecipare bisogna postare giornalmente la risposta sulla propria bacheca, infine taggare la pagina facebook che ha creato il gioco.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Potete partecipare anche voi, che aspettate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domanda 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Il tuo libro preferito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ce ne sono davvero moltissimi, ma probabilmente il mio preferito in assoluto, per quanto doloroso e tristissimo, è &lt;u&gt;"Norwegian Wood"&lt;/u&gt;, di Murakami Haruki, edito prima da Feltrinelli e poi da Einaudi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-by3VJ_50hxk/Ty69FkxxcrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_g-rcP2I7k0/s1600/2300695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-by3VJ_50hxk/Ty69FkxxcrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_g-rcP2I7k0/s1600/2300695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2011/01/norwegian-wood-tokyo-blues-murakami.html"&gt;Qui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;trovate la mia recensione. Di recente è uscito anche il film - purtroppo non in Italia! - ma non sono ancora riuscita a vederlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;L'ho letto in un periodo molto particolare della mia vita, ed è stato un piccolo shock... mi ha turbata e cambiata come poche cose in vita mia. Ho pianto moltissimo, leggendolo, e ho provato amarezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Eppure queste emozioni negative mi sono servite, mi hanno cambiata e maturata... mi sono rispecchiata in entrambi i personaggi femminili magistralmente descritti da Murakami Haruki, nonostante siano diversissimi tra loro. La sua scrittura è meravigliosamente viva, malinconica, triste, dolce e nostalgica, come un canto, come poesia, senza affettazione né parole auliche o pompose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ve lo consiglio caldamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-4718307500917793367?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/4718307500917793367/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-1-il-tuo.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/4718307500917793367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/4718307500917793367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/30-giorni-di-libri-giorno-1-il-tuo.html' title='30 giorni di libri. Giorno 1: Il tuo libro preferito'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X78o0ZyVl_g/Ty62IycS72I/AAAAAAAAApI/9BWFk1gDZL8/s72-c/papiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-1981027576178835897</id><published>2012-02-03T15:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:50:48.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seduzione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anteprima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggereleggere editore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>"Il gioco della seduzione" - S.E. Phillips (Anteprima)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HWlSYoRGZs/TyvynRDnv8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/g4L2ae8q1i8/s1600/CopGiocoSeduzioneBollSin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HWlSYoRGZs/TyvynRDnv8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/g4L2ae8q1i8/s200/CopGiocoSeduzioneBollSin.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Il gioco della seduzione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Susan Elizabeth Phillips&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uscita:&lt;/b&gt; 9 febbraio 2012&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 368&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costo:&lt;/b&gt; 10,00 euro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore:&lt;/b&gt; Leggere Editore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-6508-140-2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Semplicemente sensazionale. Ogni suo romanzo è un successo.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The New York Times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Un’autrice che spicca nel genere femminile.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publishers Weekly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando gli opposti, non solo si attraggono, ma divengono inseparabili… Cosa ci fa una donna che stravede per le scarpe, le borse di alta moda e le acconciature all'ultimo grido, al vertice di una delle aziende più prestigiose della città? Chicago non è pronta per l’affascinante e capricciosa Phoebe Somerville, tuttavia quando il padre le consegna le redini della squadra di rugby della famiglia, tutti, lei compresa, dovranno farsene una ragione. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lei è un vero tornado, ma è possibile che una semplice donna riesca a creare un tale scompiglio in città?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nessuno pensa che Phoebe riuscirà a risollevare le sorti della squadra, né tantomeno a far capitolare Dan Calebow, il fascinoso allenatore.&amp;nbsp; Ma si sa che spesso la prima impressione è quella meno affidabile… Lavorando fianco a fianco, i due comprenderanno che&amp;nbsp; il gioco della seduzione è l'unico per cui vale la pena rischiare tutto, anche a costo di imbattersi in guai molto più seri di quanto abbiano previsto. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E che forse è giunto il momento di far cadere quel velo di imperturbabile perfezione dietro il quale entrambi si nascondono.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Per la prima volta in Italia, una delle voci più esilaranti, fresche e sensuali del panorama internazionale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Prova Susan Elizabeth Phillips, non potrai più farne a meno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La sollevò fino a stringerla tra le braccia. Per un istante i loro occhi si incontrarono e Phoebe temette che lui potesse ritrarsi come aveva già fatto, invece le sue grandi mani da atleta la strinsero più forte contro il proprio grembo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le loro labbra si unirono, aperte e vogliose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phoebe gli intrecciò le braccia intorno al collo e insieme sprofondarono ancora di più nel divano. Attraverso la rete, Phoebe sentiva quelle mani su tutto il suo corpo. Entrambi persero il senso di quanto precario fosse il loro equilibrio finché non rotolarono giù dal divano. Quando arrivarono sul tappeto, Dan si girò per non schiacciarla sotto il proprio peso. Anche dopo essere finiti a terra, non staccarono subito le bocche uno dall’altra. Quando alla fine Phoebe aprì gli occhi per guardare Dan sotto di sé, lui stava sorridendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Ti stai divertendo tanto quanto me?»&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Di più.» Lei non poté resistere e gli baciò quella piccola cicatrice sul mento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfkl8bPEogY/TyvzHrz4gcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DfIKIqJ0hks/s1600/susanelizabethphillips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfkl8bPEogY/TyvzHrz4gcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/DfIKIqJ0hks/s200/susanelizabethphillips.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Elizabeth Phillips &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;è una delle maestre del romanzo femminile internazionale. I suoi 20 romanzi si sono posizionati ai vertici delle classifiche USA, conquistando anche quelle di Paesi come la Germania e il Regno Unito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il segreto del suo successo è sia la capacità di cogliere con estrema delicatezza e con un tocco di ironia le sfumature dell'animo femminile, sia quella di dare vita a scene di grande sensualità e intensità.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Leggere Editore pubblica per la prima volta in Italia un'autrice che ha conquistato lettrici in tutto il mondo, con l'intento di diffondere anche qui la magia delle sue storie frizzanti e romantiche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-1981027576178835897?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/1981027576178835897/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/il-gioco-della-seduzione-se-phillips_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1981027576178835897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1981027576178835897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/02/il-gioco-della-seduzione-se-phillips_03.html' title='&quot;Il gioco della seduzione&quot; - S.E. Phillips (Anteprima)'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HWlSYoRGZs/TyvynRDnv8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/g4L2ae8q1i8/s72-c/CopGiocoSeduzioneBollSin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-1499782163837296689</id><published>2012-02-02T21:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:34:13.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young-adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nord editore'/><title type='text'>"Se fosse per sempre" - Tara Hudson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvPWi8kShk8/Tyrw0bHLLlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wyaLEvlf3l4/s1600/se+fosse+per+sempre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvPWi8kShk8/Tyrw0bHLLlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wyaLEvlf3l4/s200/se+fosse+per+sempre.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Se fosse per sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tara Hudson &lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traduzione di&lt;/b&gt; Paola Bonini &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere:&lt;/b&gt; Romantico/Young Adult&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 370&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; € 18.60&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In libreria dal:&lt;/b&gt; 12 Gennaio 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chissà da quanti anni Amelia si aggira sull’argine del fiume, invisibile al mondo e sospesa in un eterno presente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quand’è morta – proprio in quel fiume – di anni ne aveva solo diciotto ma, da allora, una specie di nebbia ha inghiottito ogni suo ricordo, dal volto della madre alle risate degli amici, dal profumo delle rose al sapore delle albicocche, condannandola a una cupa solitudine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finché, un giorno, non avviene una cosa incredibile: nelle stesse acque scure che hanno segnato il destino di Amelia, un ragazzo rischia di annegare. E lei riesce ad aiutarlo, a salvarlo, a farlo vivere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perché quel ragazzo – unico al mondo? – può vedere Amelia, può sentire la sua voce, può accarezzare il suo viso. In quell’istante, lei capisce di non essere più sola, di aver trovato qualcuno pronto ad affrontare qualsiasi sfida, per lei. Ma, soprattutto, di aver trovato qualcuno in grado di far palpitare il proprio cuore, quel cuore che ormai aveva cessato di battere. Se fosse per sempre, sarebbe un amore perfetto. Se fosse per sempre…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gridai. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gridai come quando la morte mi aveva travolto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In quel momento, il ragazzo aprì gli occhi e mi fissò.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ero sconcertata. Poteva… vedermi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lui allungò una mano e me la posò sulla guancia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poi sorrise.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La mia gioia era incontenibile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mi vedeva! Mi vedeva!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;*Mie Recensioni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"In libreria con la casa editrice Nord dal 12 gennaio 2012, &lt;i&gt;Se fosse per sempre&lt;/i&gt; è il debutto della scrittrice Tara Hudson e il primo volume di una trilogia paranormal romance, destinata a un pubblico young adult. Incredibilmente dolce e terribilmente triste: forse già solo questi due aggettivi basterebbero a descrivere un libro che è un sogno a occhi aperti, una storia fatata scritta per un pubblico giovane ma destinata a commuovere anche chi di anni ne ha un po’ di più, ma non per questo rinuncia a sognare, a credere che al di là del mondo in cui viviamo ci sia altro, una realtà parallela che ci osserva e ci assiste, arrivando talvolta a influenzare le nostre esistenze, i desideri e le decisioni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amelia sa di essere un fantasma, ma questa è la sua unica consapevolezza: giovane e disorientata, la ragazza non sa da quanto tempo è morta, né come, e non conserva alcun ricordo della sua vita terrena. In bilico tra due mondi, incapace di passare attraverso le porte come i fantasmi della tradizione popolare eppure invisibile agli occhi umani, Amelia è legata da un filo invisibile al fiume in cui probabilmente è annegata... (&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Se-fosse-per-sempre-Tara-Hudson.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SoloLibri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Se fosse per sempre&lt;/i&gt; è uno young-adult targato Nord, casa editrice tra le più attente alle mode letterarie e ai gusti del pubblico femminile. È la storia di Amelia, spirito giovane e inquieto, che vaga sulle sponde del fiume nel quale presumibilmente è annegata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La ragazza non ricorda come sia morta, se sia stata uccisa, se si sia trattato di un incidente, o se invece si sia gettata nelle acque gelide di sua spontanea volontà; sa solo che il suo passato e forse anche il presente sono strettamente legati a quel luogo, un fiume magico e ambiguo che scorre segnando il confine tra i due mondi, quello terreste e un oscuro aldilà il cui custode sembra intenzionato a prenderla con sé. L’esistenza di Amelia trascorre tra un eterno peregrinare e lunghi, improvvisi momenti di incoscienza, in cui rivive come in un incubo i tragici istanti dell’annegamento, finché, al risveglio da uno di essi, si accorge di trovarsi realmente nelle acque del fiume e di non essere più sola: accanto a lei c’è un ragazzo semi-incosciente, sul punto di affogare. Amelia riesce a salvarlo, trainandolo in qualche modo verso la riva, e a quel punto accade un vero miracolo: il giovane si rivolge a lei come se potesse vederla, come se sentisse la sua voce e percepisse la presenza del suo corpo accanto a sé.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Josh, così si chiama il ragazzo, torna a cercarla, ben deciso a conoscerla meglio e capire cosa ci facesse in acqua mentre lui lottava tra la vita e la morte… &lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere su&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/488-tara-hudson-se-fosse-per-sempre.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La bottega di Hamlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;*Video-recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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- Tara Hudson'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvPWi8kShk8/Tyrw0bHLLlI/AAAAAAAAAn4/wyaLEvlf3l4/s72-c/se+fosse+per+sempre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-5448973115406795759</id><published>2012-01-31T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T23:02:36.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggereleggere editore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videorecensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passione'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma wildes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesso'/><title type='text'>"Lezioni di Seduzione", Emma Wildes (video-recensione)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMqLOrUTkc4/TycOw8ggZ4I/AAAAAAAAAno/0ryL7dSiS3w/s200/copertina_il_mistero_libri_perduti_web.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Il mistero dei libri perduti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://miriam-mastrovito.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Miriam Mastrovito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 272&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formato:&lt;/b&gt; Brossura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dimensioni: &lt;/b&gt;14 x 21&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anno di pubblicazione: &lt;/b&gt;2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; 17,00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-95381-38-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Tea Leoni è una giovane scrittrice. Sogna di pubblicare il suo romanzo senza scendere a compromessi con editori spregiudicati e attenti solo a chiedere l’inevitabile obolo anche agli autori più promettenti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Un giorno Tea ottiene un colloquio presso la sede centrale della Wizard Edizioni. I corridoi di quel vecchio edificio sembrano condurre lungo una casa degli orrori, le statue di pietra scrutano con occhi terrificanti, lo stesso editore ha un aspetto sinistro e modi poco rassicuranti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Tea è sul punto di scappare, quando una figura indistinguibile sbuca dal nulla e le sottrae il manoscritto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;La ragazza insegue il ladro nei sotterranei della Wizard e perde conoscenza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Si risveglierà così a Büchenland, un regno parallelo in cui vive una comunità di Troll. Ora il varco che collega i due mondi rischia di chiudersi definitivamente proprio a causa di una presenza umana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Solo liberare la regina Wakanda dal nefasto Morten potrebbe rompere tutti gli strani incantesimi di quel regno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Nel meraviglioso universo di Büchenland, Miriam Mastrovito riconsegna ai libri un’aura magica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zero91.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=176:la-tomba-di-colombo&amp;amp;catid=18:inizia-cosi&amp;amp;Itemid=137"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Leggi i primi capitoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4gpz5c7xTA/TycPeH4FQsI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xCMUp9cWLL8/s1600/Miriam-Mastrovito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4gpz5c7xTA/TycPeH4FQsI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xCMUp9cWLL8/s200/Miriam-Mastrovito.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miriam Mastrovito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; (Gioia del Colle, 1973). Laureata in filosofia è titolare di un negozio interamente dedicato al fantasy.  Da sempre coltiva una forte passione per la scrittura e i mondi fantastici. Ha vinto svariati premi letterari ed è autrice di tre romanzi tra cui &lt;i&gt;Il mendicante di sogni&lt;/i&gt; ("La penna blu edizioni").  Ha collaborato e tuttora collabora con diversi siti letterari e web magazine.  Attualmente gestisce il blog letterario StepiTesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;*Le mie Recensioni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Il mistero dei libri perduti&lt;/i&gt;, di Miriam Mastrovito, è una favola fantasy che racconta la storia di Tea, giovane insegnante precaria e fuori sede che sta per realizzare il sogno di una vita: pubblicare il suo primo romanzo. Quando però si reca alla sede della Wizard Edizioni, si rende subito conto che qualcosa non quadra: in via delle Dune 696, infatti, viene accolta da una casetta degna della strega di Hansel e Gretel e da un uomo, il signor Wizard, dall’aspetto niente affatto rassicurante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quando l’editore la lascia sola per qualche minuto, Tea pensa bene di tagliare la corda, ed è proprio a questo punto che accade qualcosa di straordinario: qualcuno le ruba il manoscritto che tiene in mano, costringendola a corrergli dietro per recuperarlo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grande è la sorpresa della ragazza quando scopre che l’incauto ladro è nientemeno che un troll che fa razzia di libri armato di un grosso sacco. .. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sulromanzo.it/blog/il-mistero-dei-libri-perduti-di-miriam-mastrovito"&gt;&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere su Sul Romanzo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Il mistero dei libri perduti&lt;/i&gt;, di Miriam Mastrovito, è un fantasy nel senso più puro e classico del termine, un romanzo adatto a palati differenti, a lettori più o meno accaniti, a bambini e adulti; il che non vuol dire che sia un romanzo insipido, o peggio banale: semplicemente si tratta di un libro che va al di là degli stereotipi e delle definizioni, un romanzo in cui l’atmosfera fantasy è solo un pretesto per narrare una storia profondamente umana, toccante e al tempo stesso allegra, piena di brio e ottimismo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;È facile prevedere che &lt;i&gt;Il mistero dei libri perduti &lt;/i&gt;sarà amato particolarmente dai lettori più accaniti, nonché dagli aspiranti – o, perché no, affermati – scrittori: la protagonista Tea Leoni, infatti, è una giovane insegnante fuorisede con un manoscritto nel cassetto che sogna di pubblicare. Quando, del tutto inaspettata, le giunge la proposta della Wizard Edizioni, che pubblicherebbe il suo lavoro senza chiederle alcun contributo economico, la ragazza non crede alle proprie orecchie. Si reca così presso la sede della casa editrice, un edificio che sembra uscito da un film dell’orrore di serie B, per conoscere l’editore, il signor Wizard, anch’egli equivoco e sinistro come il locale in cui lavora; approfittando di una sua momentanea assenza, Tea decide di scappare via da quel postaccio e non farci più ritorno... &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/458-miriam-mastrovito-il-mistero-dei-libri-perduti.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere su La bottega di Hamlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-702217648805557519?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/702217648805557519/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/il-mistero-dei-libri-perduti-miriam.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/702217648805557519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/702217648805557519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/il-mistero-dei-libri-perduti-miriam.html' title='&quot;Il mistero dei libri perduti&quot; - Miriam Mastrovito'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NMqLOrUTkc4/TycOw8ggZ4I/AAAAAAAAAno/0ryL7dSiS3w/s72-c/copertina_il_mistero_libri_perduti_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-139223078749010753</id><published>2012-01-30T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:13:53.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elliot'/><title type='text'>"Tomba di famiglia" - Katarina Mazetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlCTZ2CDoNM/TycG0h1rgvI/AAAAAAAAAng/8Of_1eN_ncA/s1600/tomba-di-famiglia.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlCTZ2CDoNM/TycG0h1rgvI/AAAAAAAAAng/8Of_1eN_ncA/s200/tomba-di-famiglia.gif" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Tomba di famiglia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Katarina Mazetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Scatti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traduzione:&lt;/b&gt; Laura Cangemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 256&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;16,00 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uscita:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ottobre&amp;nbsp; 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN&lt;/b&gt; 9788861922433&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ne &lt;i&gt;Il tizio della tomba accanto&lt;/i&gt; avevamo lasciato Desirée e Benny decisi a fare un figlio, con la promessa di non rivedersi mai più se il tentativo non avesse avuto buon esito. Ma quando il test di gravidanza si rivela negativo, la delusione è talmente grande che non possono fare a meno di ritentare, a prezzo di bugie e sotterfugi nei confronti di Anita, la cugina con cui Benny vive ormai da quasi un anno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Il secondo tentativo però va in porto e, dopo qualche esitazione, Desirée vende il suo appartamento in città e va a vivere con Benny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Il bambino, Arvid, nasce in agosto, proprio nel bel mezzo della falciatura del fieno, e Benny si perde il parto, ma ben presto la vita si trasforma per lui in un idillio: Desirée s’impegna a diventare la perfetta moglie di un allevatore e, anche se a febbraio è già incinta di nuovo, quando lui si rompe una gamba gli subentra nella mungitura, portandosi dietro Arvid su un seggiolino. Nonostante le buone intenzioni, però, per la donna non sarà affatto semplice seguire il lavoro della fattoria ed essere madre, alla fine, di ben tre pargoli.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;La vita diventa presto una lunga e sfiancante corsa a ostacoli che mette a dura prova la tenuta della giovane coppia. Riusciranno ancora una volta i sentimenti a sopravvivere alle fatiche della quotidianità oppure il matrimonio è davvero la tomba (di famiglia) dell’amore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*La mia recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tomba di famiglia, della svedese Katarina Mazetti, è il seguito dell’acclamatissimo romanzo Il tizio della tomba accanto, vero e proprio caso editoriale che ha fatto il giro del mondo giungendo presto anche in Italia, edito da Elliot. Protagonisti di questa saga ironico-sentimentale sono la giovane vedova Desirée, che si reca regolarmente a far visita alla tomba del marito prematuramente scomparso, e l’allevatore Benny, che frequenta con la stessa regolarità il cimitero per portare i fiori all’anziana madre morta da poco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Difficile immaginare due protagonisti più diversi di quelli che ci presenta la Mazetti: Desirée lavora in una biblioteca, ama i libri e vive in città in un elegante appartamento sui toni del bianco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Benny vive in campagna, nella fattoria che ha ereditato insieme a ventiquattro mucche, e si dedica a tempo pieno al mestiere di contadino-allevatore, ignorando bellamente tutto ciò che ha a che fare con la cultura e il vivere cittadino. Per lui la vita vera scorre al ritmo delle stagioni della semina e della mungitura, e i confini di questo mondo bucolico sono costituiti da vicini solerti e leggermente invadenti, come in ogni tradizione paesana che si rispetti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Difficile, per il lettore, è anche immaginare una coppia peggio assortita di questa… E invece, tra sguardi sospettosi e timidi sorrisi, superata un’iniziale antipatia, i due non tardano a innamorarsi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ed è una storia d’amore davvero fuori dall’ordinario, quella che ci racconta la Mazetti, una relazione ricca di brio, imprevisti, romanticismo e humour, e ovviamente non priva di difficoltà. Scemata l’iniziale, sfrenata passione che spesso si accende tra due caratteri opposti, come se la caveranno i due protagonisti nella vita quotidiana? Il loro amore sopravvivrà ai problemi economici, alle divergenze caratteriali sempre più evidenti, al matrimonio e, soprattutto, alla numerosa prole?... &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/letteratura/457-katarina-mazetti-tomba-di-famiglia.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere su La bottega di Hamlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-139223078749010753?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/139223078749010753/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/tomba-di-famiglia-katarina-mazetti.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/139223078749010753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/139223078749010753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/tomba-di-famiglia-katarina-mazetti.html' title='&quot;Tomba di famiglia&quot; - Katarina Mazetti'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zlCTZ2CDoNM/TycG0h1rgvI/AAAAAAAAAng/8Of_1eN_ncA/s72-c/tomba-di-famiglia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-5279179723976859613</id><published>2012-01-30T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:33:35.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggereleggere editore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emma wildes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesso'/><title type='text'>"Lezioni di seduzione" - Emma Wildes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh5oH6TBBME/TybuKuPhLcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jXrdAI8nKnA/s1600/seduzione.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh5oH6TBBME/TybuKuPhLcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jXrdAI8nKnA/s200/seduzione.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lezioni di Seduzione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Emma Wildes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore:&lt;/b&gt; Leggereditore&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Data uscita:&lt;/b&gt; 21/04/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 320,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;brossura&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EAN:&lt;/b&gt; 9788865080634&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; 10 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Londra 1850. Fra gli scaffali polverosi di una libreria, Brianna scopre un libro scandaloso che farebbe bene a non prendere, pieno di parole che una dama come lei non dovrebbe nemmeno pronunciare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ma la curiosità è femmina, e Brianna intravede fra quelle pagine la possibilità di dare una veste nuova alla sua vita e al suo matrimonio. È sposata con Colton Northfield, un aristocratico influente e irresistibile, ma freddo e fin troppo rispettoso…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;I consigli di una cortigiana come lady Rothburg sono ciò che le serve per far innamorare suo marito, e lei è disposta a seguirli alla lettera pur di trasformarsi in una donna coraggiosa e sensuale, una maestra del piacere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Capitolo dopo capitolo, guidata dalla voce audace e senza scrupoli dell’irriverente scrittrice, Brianna scoprirà cosa significa essere una vera donna, svelando nuovi aspetti della propria personalità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leggereditore.it/catalogo/11046/files/Estratto_Lezioni_di_seduzione.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Leggi il primo capitolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-MQn5-h_sY/Tybu_dHrz1I/AAAAAAAAAnE/hpopJHlO4_A/s1600/Wildes_Emma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-MQn5-h_sY/Tybu_dHrz1I/AAAAAAAAAnE/hpopJHlO4_A/s1600/Wildes_Emma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emma Wildes&lt;/b&gt; vive nel Midwest con il marito e i tre figli. È una delle autrici più promettenti del romance storico, molto apprezzata negli Stati Uniti e tradotta in diverse lingue. Lo stile raffinato e originale, e la capacità di fondere elementi classici con spunti innovativi, la rendono unica nel suo genere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando le chiedono come si guadagna da vivere, lei sorride e risponde: «Sogno tutto il giorno.» E per fortuna alcuni dei suoi sogni prendono vita, trasformandosi in romanzi di rara bellezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*La mia recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Lezioni di seduzione” (Leggereditore, 2011) è ambientato a Londra, nel 1850, in piena età Vittoriana. Un’epoca caratterizzata da costumi austeri e regole morali estremamente rigide, soprattutto per ciò che riguardava le donne, più che mai imprigionate nella dicotomia moglie/prostituta, uno stereotipo universalmente accettato secondo cui le donne si dividono in due categorie: da una parte ci sono le ragazze di buona famiglia, le future mogli di gentiluomini d’onore, creature caste, quasi sante, per le quali il sesso – la cui esistenza spesso veniva scoperta solo durante la prima notte di nozze – era solo un dovere da adempiere per compiacere il marito, un rituale necessario, spesso considerato disgustoso, per avere dei bambini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bV907UfOlhY/TybwBc_j3mI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Y81M1Vgv7cY/s1600/lessons+from+a+scarlett+lady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bV907UfOlhY/TybwBc_j3mI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Y81M1Vgv7cY/s200/lessons+from+a+scarlett+lady.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Copertina Originale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dall’altra ci sono le prostitute, donne senza onore né dignità, esperte del sesso e reiette della società (fanciulle che gli uomini tuttavia non si facevano alcuno scrupolo di frequentare, incoraggiati dalla morale comune, senza peraltro perdere il loro status di rispettabili “gentiluomini”).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In questo ambiente ipocrita e chiuso, la giovane e bellissima Brianna sposa uno dei partiti più ambiti di Londra, il duca Colton Northfiel, aristocratico serio e affascinante, erede di un’immensa fortuna... &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Lezioni-di-seduzione-Emma-Wildes.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere su SoloLibri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-5279179723976859613?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/5279179723976859613/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/lezioni-di-seduzione-emma-wildes.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5279179723976859613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5279179723976859613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/lezioni-di-seduzione-emma-wildes.html' title='&quot;Lezioni di seduzione&quot; - Emma Wildes'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fh5oH6TBBME/TybuKuPhLcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jXrdAI8nKnA/s72-c/seduzione.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-1699082851513229051</id><published>2012-01-30T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T19:01:47.307+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia di vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lezioni di vita'/><title type='text'>Una ragazza che legge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;"Dai un appuntamento ad una ragazza che legge.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai un appuntamento a una ragazza che spende il suo denaro in libri anziché in vestiti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Lei ha problemi di spazio nell’armadio perché ha troppi libri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai un appuntamento ad una ragazza che ha una lista di libri che vuole leggere, che ha la tessera della biblioteca da quando aveva dodici anni.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Trova una ragazza che legge. Saprai che lo fa perché avrà sempre un libro ancora da leggere nella sua borsa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk4nSGNNteU/TybZRFWRw8I/AAAAAAAAAms/XZQqvUdA4lM/s1600/leggere3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk4nSGNNteU/TybZRFWRw8I/AAAAAAAAAms/XZQqvUdA4lM/s200/leggere3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;E’ quella che guarda amorevolmente sugli scaffali di una libreria, quella che tranquillamente emette un gridolino quando trova il libro che vuole. La vedi odorare stranamente le pagine di un vecchio libro in un negozio di libri di seconda mano?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Questo è il lettore. Non può resistere dall’odorare le pagine, specialmente quando sono gialle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Lei è la ragazza che legge mentre aspetta in quel caffè sulla strada. Se dai una sbirciatina alla sua tazza, la sua panna non proprio fresca galleggia in superficie perché lei è già assorta. Persa nel mondo dell’autore. Siediti. Potrebbe darti un’occhiataccia, poichè la maggior parte delle ragazze che leggono non amano essere interrotte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Chiedile se le piace il libro.  Offrile un’altra tazza di caffè.   Falle sapere ciò che tu davvero pensi di Murakami. Vedi se sta leggendo il primo capitolo di Fellowship. Cerca di capire che se dice che ha compreso l’Ulisse di Joyce, lo sta solo dicendo perché suona intelligente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-weR4zDau1Kc/TybZS1_xnMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ZfQlvqhqNFA/s1600/womanreading_g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-weR4zDau1Kc/TybZS1_xnMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ZfQlvqhqNFA/s200/womanreading_g.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Chiedile se ama Alice o se vorrebbe essere Alice.   E’ semplice dare un appuntamento ad una ragazza che legge. Regalale libri per il suo compleanno, per Natale e gli anniversari. Falle il dono delle parole, in poesia, in musica. Regalale Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Falle sapere che tu comprendi che le parole sono amore. Capisci che lei sa la differenza che c’è fra i libri e la realtà ma che per dio, lei sta cercando di rendere la sua vita un poco simile al suo libro preferito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Se lo fa, non sarà mai colpa tua.   Ha bisogno di essere stuzzicata in qualche modo.  Mentile. Se comprende la sintassi, capirà che hai la necessità di mentirle. Oltre le parole, ci sono altre cose: motivazione, valore, sfumature, dialogo. Non sarà la fine del mondo.   Deludila. Perchè una ragazza che legge sa che il fallimento conduce sempre al culmine. Perché le ragazze come lei sanno che tutto è destinato a finire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Che tu puoi sempre scrivere un seguito. Che puoi iniziare ancora e ancora ed essere nuovamente l’eroe. Che nella vita si possono incontrare una o più persone negative.  Perché essere spaventati da tutto ciò che tu non sei? Le ragazze che leggono comprendono che le persone, come i caratteri, si evolvono. Eccetto che nella serie di Twilight.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Se trovi una ragazza che legge, tienitela stretta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnQyPwYGK9k/TybZPVibQhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kwbKgKgWcQU/s1600/leggere2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bnQyPwYGK9k/TybZPVibQhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kwbKgKgWcQU/s200/leggere2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando la trovi alle due di notte stringere un libro al petto e piangere, falle una tazza di the e abbracciala. Potresti perderla per un paio d’ore ma tornerà sempre da te. Lei parla come se i personaggi del libro fossero reali perché, per un po’, lo sono sempre.   Chiedile la mano su una mongolfiera. O durante un concerto rock. O molto casualmente la prossima volta che lei sarà malata. Mentre guardate Skype. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Le sorriderai apertamente e ti domanderai perché il tuo cuore ancora non si sia infiammato ed esploso nel petto. Scriverete la storia delle vostre vite, avrete bambini con strani nomi e gusti persino più bizzarri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Lei insegnerà ai bimbi ad amare Il Gatto e il Cappello Matto e Aslan, forse nello stesso giorno. Camminerete insieme attraverso gli inverni della vostra vecchiaia e lei reciterà Keats sottovoce, mentre tu scrollerai la neve dai tuoi stivali.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Dai un appuntamento ad una ragazza che legge perché te lo meriti. Ti meriti una ragazza che possa darti la più variopinta vita immaginabile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Se tu puoi solo darle monotonia e ore stantie e proposte a metà, allora è meglio tu stia da solo. Se vuoi il mondo e i mondi oltre ad esso, dai un appuntamento ad una ragazza che legge.  &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;O, ancora meglio, dai un appuntamento ad una ragazza che scrive."  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosemarie Urquico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-1699082851513229051?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/1699082851513229051/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/una-ragazza-che-legge.html#comment-form' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1699082851513229051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/1699082851513229051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/una-ragazza-che-legge.html' title='Una ragazza che legge'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk4nSGNNteU/TybZRFWRw8I/AAAAAAAAAms/XZQqvUdA4lM/s72-c/leggere3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-5633178591624357077</id><published>2012-01-30T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:41:09.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridere fa bene'/><title type='text'>Il senso della vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mEfFFdSg78/TybV_wHMjCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/1DLI6R90fLU/s1600/423136_2942476292239_1571185156_32583679_685542018_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mEfFFdSg78/TybV_wHMjCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/1DLI6R90fLU/s400/423136_2942476292239_1571185156_32583679_685542018_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-5633178591624357077?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/5633178591624357077/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/il-senso-della-vita.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5633178591624357077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/5633178591624357077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/il-senso-della-vita.html' title='Il senso della vita'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mEfFFdSg78/TybV_wHMjCI/AAAAAAAAAmc/1DLI6R90fLU/s72-c/423136_2942476292239_1571185156_32583679_685542018_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-2241577651226254140</id><published>2012-01-27T15:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:44:12.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anteprima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garzanti'/><title type='text'>ANTEPRIMA "Finché vita non ci separi" - Crouch Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCOXrzFyLC8/TyKyOjw1I7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/uvgj7vBNDeg/s1600/crouch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCOXrzFyLC8/TyKyOjw1I7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/uvgj7vBNDeg/s1600/crouch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.garzantilibri.it/autori_main.php?page=schedaautore&amp;amp;CPID=1060"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crouch Julia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Finché vita non ci separi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana: &lt;/b&gt;Narratori Moderni &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traduzione&lt;/b&gt; dall'inglese di G. Pannofino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 392&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; € 18.60 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 978881168659-0 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se nel cuore della notte ti telefonasse la tua più cara amica in lacrime, chiedendo aiuto, tu la accoglieresti nella tua casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È uno sbaglio, Rose lo sa. Ma non può rifiutare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lei e Polly sono amiche di sangue, quasi sorelle. Le loro vite sono ormai divise, ma le loro anime sono indissolubilmente unite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unite per sempre, da un segreto e un silenzio. La telefonata è giunta all'improvviso. Polly, un'ex cantante ribelle, è disperata, ha bisogno di ospitalità. Rose è l'unica in grado di aiutarla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È sempre stato così, fin da piccole. Ma quando si presenta alla porta del cottage, è da subito evidente che Polly non è quello che sembra. Dimostra fin troppo interesse per i vestiti di Rose. Per la sua casa. Le sue figlie. Suo marito. Rose inizia a sospettare che lo scopo di Polly non sia solo quello di essere consolata. Strani incidenti si susseguono.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il vecchio gatto di casa scompare, la figlia piccola di Rose si salva per un soffio da un avvelenamento. Giorno dopo giorno l'inquietudine di Rose cresce, ma nessuno la aiuta, nessuno le crede, nemmeno Gareth, suo marito. Finché una cosa non appare chiara: una volta che Polly è entrata, sarà molto difficile farla andare via.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il castello di certezze di Rose e la sua stessa vita sono in pericolo, ma lei non ha nessuna intenzione di farsele strappare tanto facilmente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anche a costo di far riemergere la parte più oscura di sé, la parte che da anni nasconde dietro la facciata di madre perfetta e moglie esemplare…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Appena uscito in Inghilterra,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finché vita non ci separi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ha immediatamente scalato le classifiche, stregando lettori e librai che ne hanno determinato il successo grazie al solo passaparola.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finché vita non ci separi tocca le corde più segrete di ognuno di noi svelando le emozioni che custodiamo più gelosamente e mettendo in luce quello che tutti noi temiamo da un sentimento così importante come l'amicizia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hai rubato i miei segreti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hai rubato i miei desideri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hai rubato i miei sogni.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eri la mia migliore amica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Un esordio dirompente che dà voce a quello che nessuno di noi ha mai osato dire sull'amicizia e su quello che tutti noi temiamo dagli altri.»&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;«Heat Magazine» &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Una volta finito lo si vuole rileggere, ancora e ancora. I personaggi sono così veri che sembrano esistere davvero. 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- Crouch Julia'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCOXrzFyLC8/TyKyOjw1I7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/uvgj7vBNDeg/s72-c/crouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-8356268287810462169</id><published>2012-01-16T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:45:02.338+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young-adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promessi vampiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giunti'/><title type='text'>"Promessi Vampiri" - Beth Fantaskey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dBzkXDKawc/TxQWlGjXOdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZqwV_ZynjgU/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dBzkXDKawc/TxQWlGjXOdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZqwV_ZynjgU/s200/1.png" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Promessi Vampiri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autore:&lt;/b&gt; Beth Fantaskey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa contemporanea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Y&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore:&lt;/b&gt; Giunti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lingua/Edizione:&lt;/b&gt; Italiano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN - EAN:&lt;/b&gt; 9788809749818&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 512&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anno di pubblicazione:&lt;/b&gt; maggio 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://y.giunti.it/images/stories/sfogliabili/index.html?id=2010_05_12_13_48_35"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sfoglia il libro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sposarsi con un vampiro non era nei piani di Jessica Packwood, studentessa all’ultimo anno di liceo. Ma Lucius Vladescu, uno studente straniero dalla bellezza folgorante, compare nella sua vita e le rivela le sue vere origini: Jessica è stata adottata; il paese da cui proviene è la Romania e i suoi veri genitori sono i capostipiti di un potente clan di vampiri, i Dragomir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Lucius e Jessica sono stati promessi in matrimonio al momento della nascita e hanno il compito di riportare la pace fra i Dragomir e i Vladescu. Jessica, dapprima scettica, si trova così a dover lottare per riconquistare il suo principe, evitare una guerra fra vampiri di proporzioni mondiali e salvare l’anima di Lucius dalla dannazione eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si puntò un dito al petto e dichiarò scandendo bene le parole come se avesse di fronte un bambino: «Io sono un vampiro». Poi, con lo stesso dito, indicò me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Tu sei un vampiro. Noi ci sposeremo all’alba della tua maggiore età.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Così è stato deciso al momento della nostra nascita». Il mio povero cervello non arrivò nemmeno a processare la parola “sposeremo”, figuriamoci “deciso”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si bloccò a “vampiro”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riPPJgS_cDw/TxQXU0fzWBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/W47lVYviQsU/s1600/cop_promessi+vampiri2_piatto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-riPPJgS_cDw/TxQXU0fzWBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/W47lVYviQsU/s200/cop_promessi+vampiri2_piatto.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Promessi Vampiri – The Dark Side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autore:&lt;/b&gt; Beth Fantaskey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere:&lt;/b&gt; Narrativa contemporanea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt; Y&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore:&lt;/b&gt; Giunti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lingua/Edizione:&lt;/b&gt; Italiano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN - EAN:&lt;/b&gt; 9788809767713&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine: &lt;/b&gt;624&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anno di pubblicazione:&lt;/b&gt; ottobre 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://y.giunti.it/images/stories/sfogliabili/PromessiVampiriTheDarkSide/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sfoglia il libro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dopo un matrimonio da favola, Jessica ora si aggira in uno spettrale castello immerso nelle nebbie dei Carpazi e sta cercando di adattarsi al difficile ruolo di principessa. Per amore di Lucius ha cambiato paese, abitudini alimentari – da vegana convinta ora si nutre di sangue – e anche il suo nome: adesso è Antanasia Dragomir Vladescu, futura regina dei vampiri. Ma i malefici parenti stanno tramando un complotto per impedire l’ascesa al trono della giovane coppia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lucius viene ingiustamente recluso nelle segrete del castello e Jessica-Antanasia deve affrontare con coraggio gli oscuri nemici per difendere il suo amore e il suo regno. Jessica però non è sola, può contare sull’aiuto di due validi e quanto mai improbabili paladini: la sua migliore amica Mindy, armata di asciugacapelli, e l’affa-scinante Raniero, l’unico vampiro abbronzato della storia della narrativa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Un romanzo coinvolgente, divertentissimo e romantico, un degno sequel dell’acclamato Promessi Vampiri uscito nel 2010 all’interno del contenitore Y Giunti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Promessi Vampiri. The Dark Side" è il secondo capitolo di una saga che inizia in una maniera non troppo originale ma che in breve riesce a capovolgere le aspettative iniziali del lettore, divertendo ed entusiasmando il pubblico di riferimento, fatto per lo più di giovanissime.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*La mia Recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Gli ingredienti del primo romanzo, intitolato semplicemente “Promessi Vampiri”, sono una liceale molto carina – e altrettanto imbranata – di nome Jessica Packwood e un affascinante vampiro rumeno proveniente addirittura dai Carpazi di nome Lucius Vladescu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Allo scoppiare dell’amore tra i due, è inevitabile pensare al più famoso “Twilight” di Stephenie Meyer, ma non tutto è come sembra, perché Jessica non è soltanto ciò che crede di essere, ossia una tranquilla e tutto sommato anonima diciottenne appassionata di matematica; anch’ella, infatti, è una vampira, o perlomeno così dice Lucius, che si spinge ben oltre, dichiarando che loro due sono promessi sposi fin dalla nascita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Questo secondo capitolo è incentrato sul matrimonio della coppia, che si terrà appunto nell’immenso, stupendo e insieme spaventoso castello dei Vladescu, nascosto in una nebbiosa vallata della Transilvania.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Per l’occasione sia i genitori di Jessica sia la sua migliore amica, Mindy, hanno raggiunto la ragazza nella sua nuova patria, nella quale sarà contemporaneamente principessa e giovane vampira.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oltre ad aver cambiato Paese e lingua natale e abbandonato i vecchi amici, per amore di Lucius, Jessica ha rinunciato alla sua dieta tradizionale per nutrirsi solo di sangue, come ogni vampiro che si rispetti, e ha cambiato il suo nome da teenager nel più regale “Antanasia”. Tuttavia la ragazza non è tranquilla: strani incubi tormentano le sue notti, incubi che ruotano attorno a paletti di frassino e fiumi si sangue. Che si tratti di una sorta di premonizione?...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sololibri.net/Promessi-Vampiri-The-Dark-Site.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(continua a leggere la recensione su Solo Libri)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-8356268287810462169?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/8356268287810462169/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/promessi-vampiri-beth-fantaskey.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8356268287810462169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/8356268287810462169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/promessi-vampiri-beth-fantaskey.html' title='&quot;Promessi Vampiri&quot; - Beth Fantaskey'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dBzkXDKawc/TxQWlGjXOdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZqwV_ZynjgU/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-904307641012776387</id><published>2012-01-13T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:15:23.071+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anteprime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eliott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katarina Mazetti'/><title type='text'>Prossime recensioni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3aqomyVHMw/TxCrtIrXbrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/O91mlwMpDlo/s1600/tombaccanto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3aqomyVHMw/TxCrtIrXbrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/O91mlwMpDlo/s200/tombaccanto.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;KATARINA MAZETTI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a61a22; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IL TIZIO DELLA TOMBA ACCANTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a61a22; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Collana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elliotedizioni.com/catalog/title/?&amp;amp;cmd=serie&amp;amp;serie_id=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Scatti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pp.&lt;/b&gt; 256&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo di Copertina:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;euro &amp;nbsp;16,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo Scontato (Web):&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;euro&amp;nbsp;13,60&amp;nbsp;Sconto:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;15,00%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Novembre&amp;nbsp; 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN&lt;/b&gt; 9788861922037 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Un romanzo d’amore tenero e divertente sull’incontro/scontro tra due persone che più diverse non si può. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Desirée si reca regolarmente alla tomba del marito, che ha avuto il cattivo gusto di morire troppo giovane. Bibliotecaria e cittadina, vive in un appartamento tutto bianco, con mobili di design, pieno di libri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Al cimitero incontra spesso un tipo che si prende cura della tomba accanto, realizzata con cattivo gusto, piena di angeli e decorazioni in marmo e circondata da una vegetazione strabordante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il tipo si chiama Benny, il quale, dopo la morte della madre, vive solo nella fattoria di famiglia con ventiquattro mucche da latte e cerca di cavarsela come può, aiutato dal buonsenso paesano e da una gran dose di autoironia. Ogni volta che la incontra, è esasperato dalla vicina di cimitero, con quel berretto di feltro in testa e il piccolo taccuino di poesie sempre dietro. Un giorno però, un sorriso appare contemporaneamente sulle loro labbra, lasciandoli piuttosto turbati. È solo l’inizio di una passione bizzarra e sfrenata…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Con romanticismo e humour, questo romanzo d’amore affronta una questione molto seria: cosa succede quando due culture completamente diverse si incontrano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QXUfBSj_Dw/TxCsGlF8p3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/eYn-mT4q3qo/s1600/tombafamiglia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QXUfBSj_Dw/TxCsGlF8p3I/AAAAAAAAAlo/eYn-mT4q3qo/s200/tombafamiglia.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;KATARINA MAZETTI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a61a22; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TOMBA DI FAMIGLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a61a22; font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Collana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elliotedizioni.com/catalog/title/?&amp;amp;cmd=serie&amp;amp;serie_id=1"&gt;Scatti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pp.&lt;/b&gt; 256&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo di Copertina:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;euro &amp;nbsp;16,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo Scontato (Web):&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;euro&amp;nbsp;13,60&amp;nbsp;Sconto:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;15,00%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ottobre&amp;nbsp; 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN&lt;/b&gt; 9788861922433 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cosa ne è stato di Desirée e Benny, protagonisti della bizzarra storia d’amore tra una bibliotecaria e un allevatore di vacche narrata ne Il tizio della tomba accanto? Arriva anche in Italia l’atteso seguito di uno dei maggiori successi della narrativa svedese e internazionale degli ultimi anni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ne Il tizio della tomba accanto avevamo lasciato Desirée e Benny decisi a fare un figlio, con la promessa di non rivedersi mai più se il tentativo non avesse avuto buon esito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma quando il test di gravidanza si rivela negativo, la delusione è talmente grande che non possono fare a meno di ritentare, a prezzo di bugie e sotterfugi nei confronti di Anita, la cugina con cui Benny vive ormai da quasi un anno. Il secondo tentativo però va in porto e, dopo qualche esitazione, Desirée vende il suo appartamento in città e va a vivere con Benny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il bambino, Arvid, nasce in agosto, proprio nel bel mezzo della falciatura del fieno, e Benny si perde il parto, ma ben presto la vita si trasforma per lui in un idillio: Desirée s’impegna a diventare la perfetta moglie di un allevatore e, anche se a febbraio è già incinta di nuovo, quando lui si rompe una gamba gli subentra nella mungitura, portandosi dietro Arvid su un seggiolino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nonostante le buone intenzioni, però, per la donna non sarà affatto semplice seguire il lavoro della fattoria ed essere madre, alla fine, di ben tre pargoli. La vita diventa presto una lunga e sfiancante corsa a ostacoli che mette a dura prova la tenuta della giovane coppia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Riusciranno ancora una volta i sentimenti a sopravvivere alle fatiche della quotidianità oppure il matrimonio è davvero la tomba (di famiglia) dell’amore?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-904307641012776387?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/904307641012776387/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/prossime-recensioni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/904307641012776387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/904307641012776387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/prossime-recensioni.html' title='Prossime recensioni...'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F3aqomyVHMw/TxCrtIrXbrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/O91mlwMpDlo/s72-c/tombaccanto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-4490739373566038489</id><published>2012-01-10T12:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:33:59.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booktrailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piemme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anteprime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><title type='text'>NOVITA': "Non ti addormentare" di S.J. Watson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDNApcam0EM/TwwYNuYvybI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/EJ8227yB0Qk/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDNApcam0EM/TwwYNuYvybI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/EJ8227yB0Qk/s1600/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Non ti addormentare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;S.J. Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titolo originale:&lt;/b&gt; Before I Go to Sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 419 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; 19,00 €&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sjwatson-books.com/?direct=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sito Ufficiale&lt;/b&gt; dell'Autore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.edizpiemme.it/"&gt;Edizioni Piemme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Un romanzo eccezionale. Non sono riuscito a smettere di pensarci&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;anche dopo averlo finito.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dennis Lehane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Una lettura compulsiva, impossibile da sospendere.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The New York Times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Non ti addormentare è un romanzo indimenticabile, come l’acqua più pura che sgorga dal pozzo più profondo.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Guardian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Un debutto senza precedenti.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Indipendent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ogni mattina Christine Lucas si sveglia in un letto di Londra accanto a un uomo che non riconosce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E ogni mattina quell’uomo le dice di essere suo marito, Ben. Ogni mattina Christine si sveglia e crede di avere poco più di vent’anni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma ne ha 47 e la verità è che la sua memoria è ferma a venticinque anni fa, quando un’auto l’ha investita lasciandole una forma di amnesia che azzera i suoi ricordi ogni 24 ore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ogni giorno Christine mette a mente la sua storia, e ogni notte la scorda di nuovo. Come in un eterno ritorno, non sa chi è e deve ricominciare sempre da capo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma come facciamo a sapere chi siamo se non possiamo ricordare la nostra vita? Per riuscirci, Christine scrive un diario su suggerimento del dottor Nash, un neuropsichiatra che incontra di tanto in tanto… perché, però, su una pagina la donna ha scritto di suo pugno “non fidarti di Ben”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;********************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non ti addormentare&lt;/i&gt;, titolo originale &lt;i&gt;Before I go to sleep&lt;/i&gt; - pubblicato in Inghilterra da Doubleday nella scorsa primavera e negli Stati Uniti per i tipi di HarperCollins a giugno 2011-, è il sorprendente esordio letterario del britannico Steven Watson, scritto in prima stesura, per la gran parte, pensate un po’, quando Watson ancora frequentava la Faber Academy, la scuola di scrittura creativa della London Publishing House, alla quale si è iscritto a 40 anni, stanco del suo posto al Ministero della sanità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Un thriller psicologico scritto in prima persona con squisita maestria da un uomo che dà perfettamente voce al diario di una donna – questa la forma -, e che è già stato venduto in 38 paesi (dall’Europa all’Australia all’Asia, è da poco uscito in Cina) per oltre 30 lingue e, ad oggi, circa 800mila copie vendute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Una trama tesa e angosciante, “una lettura compulsiva”, parola di New York Times, che il produttore Ridley Scott ha già opzionato per farne un lungometraggio hollywoodiano, con attrici in lizza per interpretare Christine del calibro di Angelina Jolie, Charlize Teron, Kate Winslet, Cate Blanchett, Helen Hunt; regista, Rown Joffe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Al centro, la memoria, che è per i romanzieri di oggi, come scrive il Guardian in proposito, quello che la follia era per gli scrittori di epoca vittoriana. E non solo per i romanzieri se pensiamo a tutto un filone cinematografico che annovera pellicole come &lt;i&gt;Memento&lt;/i&gt; o &lt;i&gt;The Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Non ti addormentare si incastra alla perfezione nella scia e la sua storia editoriale è di quelle straordinarie per uno scrittore che in precedenza aveva cominciato ben 20 libri, accantonandoli tutti dopo l’entusiasmo dell’inizio: ben 3 settimane nella Top Ten del Sunday Times in Uk, dove è andato in sold-out già in prevendita su Amazon ed è stato mandato in ristampa il giorno stesso dell’uscita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;In Usa, ottavo posto nella classifica Best Books di Amazon e libro del mese di giugno, oltre che, a una settimana dall’uscita, subito nella Bestseller list del New York Times che lo ha anche inserito tra i suoi Summer’s Beach Book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre in America ha avuto una straordinaria anteprima su NPR, National Public Radio, mentre in Inghilterra, BBC Radio 4 ne ha fatto una serie da cinque episodi di 30 minuti andati in onda alla fine di giugno. Anche in Francia, dove siamo già a quota 120mila copie vendute, Avant d’aller dormir (questo il titolo), ha avuto un impatto straordinario entrando subito in classifica e nelle pagine di Le Point, Elle, Glamour, Rolling Stone, Avantage, Le Nouvel Observateur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;In Usa ne hanno parlato New York Times, Los Angeles Times, The Globe and Mail, Wall Street Journal, Boston Herald, Goodreads, Library Journal, Publishers Weekly. In UK tutti i maggiori, tra cui The Indipendent, The Guardian, The Financial Times, The Daily Mail, The Sunday Times. Ma perché non parlare dell’Australia? 15mila copie vendute in una settimana e 4° posto in classifica. E di Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Aggrappato al primo posto per dieci lunghe settimane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Nei Paesi Bassi, invece, &lt;i&gt;Non ti addormentare&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;è stato nominato thriller of the year (insieme ad altri 6) addirittura dieci giorni prima della pubblicazione. E mentre in Germania, raggiunta la Top Ten, siamo a quota 100mila copie vendute, la prima prova letteraria di Watson è stata nominata finalista in ben tre categorie del britannico Galaxy National Book Award (miglior nuovo scrittore, miglior thriller, miglior audiolibro), quando ha già vinto il CWA Dagger, premio assegnato dalla Crime Writer Association inglese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Niente male per uno che si è seduto e ha scritto semplicemente la storia che aveva in testa, parola di Watson, e che voleva che fosse solo “una riflessione sulla memoria e sull’identità”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;“Non ti addormentare” ha vinto il &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Crime &amp;amp; Thriller of the Year Award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;ai Galaxy National Book Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Non avevo mai letto un debutto così folgorante.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tess Gerritsen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Un’analisi affascinante della mente umana. Un romanzo straordinario.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lionel Shriver&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TqheuQbsQE/TwwZvM4kGDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hmmp76O2Zww/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TqheuQbsQE/TwwZvM4kGDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hmmp76O2Zww/s200/images.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S. J. Watson&lt;/b&gt; è nato in Inghilterra, nelle Midlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ha lavorato per parecchi anni nel Servizio Sanitario Nazionale prima di dedicarsi alla scrittura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Questo suo primo romanzo, acquistato in 38 paesi e diventato subito un bestseller, diventerà un film, prodotto da Ridley Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;*Book-Trailer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/7SSBAO9jhqM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SSBAO9jhqM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SSBAO9jhqM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-4490739373566038489?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/4490739373566038489/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/imperdibile-novita-non-ti-addormentare.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/4490739373566038489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/4490739373566038489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/imperdibile-novita-non-ti-addormentare.html' title='NOVITA&apos;: &quot;Non ti addormentare&quot; di S.J. Watson'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HDNApcam0EM/TwwYNuYvybI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/EJ8227yB0Qk/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-4452085011382452327</id><published>2012-01-10T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:23:00.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young-adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piemme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mathilde bonetti'/><title type='text'>"Love Factor" - Mathilde Bonetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M_hDnnC8Qg/Twm1KRqGlJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/etsUqaP2Hp4/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M_hDnnC8Qg/Twm1KRqGlJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/etsUqaP2Hp4/s1600/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;LOVE FACTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;di &lt;i&gt;Mathilde Bonetti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana&lt;/b&gt; Freeway&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Serie&lt;/b&gt; Freeway Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rilegatura&lt;/b&gt; brossura con alette&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formato&lt;/b&gt; 13x21 cm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine&lt;/b&gt; 210&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere &lt;/b&gt;Young Adult/Romantic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Data di pubblicazione&lt;/b&gt; marzo 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-566-1768-9&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo consigliato&lt;/b&gt; € 15,00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estella ha un sogno: cantare. Suo padre, però, l'ha sempre ostacolata, obbligandola a frequentare il liceo linguistico invece del conservatorio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ora, con la maggiore età e il diploma, Estella ha capito che per essere felice deve scegliere la propria strada nella vita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I suoi sogni cominciano con un casting per il più famoso reality musicale del momento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Partecipare a Musica per un Sogno non significherà solo dimostrare le sue doti di cantante, ma anche trovare il vero amore…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.edizpiemme.it/storage/village/2011/03/11/1768-Interni_web.pdf"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Leggi il primo capitolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.edizpiemme.it/storage/village/2011/03/11/1768-Interni_web.pdf"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;*La mia Recensione*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Love Factor” di Mathilde Bonetti (Piemme, 2011) è una ventata d’aria fresca, un romanzo lieve e romantico che mette di buon umore e fa sognare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Estella ha un sogno, quello di cantare, e per farlo è disposta a rinunciare a tutto, tranne che all’amore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;L’occasione si presenta quando, tra centinaia di candidati, viene scelta per partecipare al programma televisivo “Musica per un sogno”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ma la strada per il successo è piena di ostacoli, e nel mondo dello spettacolo niente è come sembra: oltre il luccichio delle pailette e lo splendore degli abiti da palcoscenico, infinite sono le insidie che attendono l’ingenua Estella.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Tra perfide vamp, finti principi azzurri e nuove, sorprendenti conoscenza, la ragazza imparerà a distinguere i sentimenti veri da quelli falsi e a seguire la strada del cuore, l’unica in grado di portarla verso la realizzazione del suo sogno: cantare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;“Love Factor” è scritto con uno stile semplice e pulito che invoglia alla lettura senza mai annoiare. All’inizio la trama da quasi l’impressione di essere già sentita, una delle tante storie che la televisione ci propone nei vari reality e nelle trasmissioni – ormai diffusissime – che hanno come scopo quello di scoprire “nuovi talenti” tra i giovanissimi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Ma questo accade solo nelle prime pagine, perché la storia è resa così bene da sembrare quasi reale, genuina, ricca di dettagli che rimandano al mondo di una ragazza con la testa piena di sogni e ideali, una ragazza in fondo simile a tutte noi, estremamente diversa dallo stereotipo della “velina” sfacciata ed esibizionista, pronta a tutto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Questo è invece il ruolo di Valeria Mosca, la cattiva per eccellenza, una figura un po’ stereotipata che però riesce perfettamente nel suo intento: mettere i bastoni tra le ruote alla protagonista e soprattutto… farsi odiare dai lettori!...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; 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- Mathilde Bonetti'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M_hDnnC8Qg/Twm1KRqGlJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/etsUqaP2Hp4/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-4831284181702814216</id><published>2012-01-08T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:00:14.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booktrailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videorecensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gianluca antoni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cassonetti'/><title type='text'>"Cassonetti" - Gianluca Antoni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsD7oGKyLeI/TwmslJYBWhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JSnz4WJF6l4/s1600/cassonetti_libro1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsD7oGKyLeI/TwmslJYBWhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JSnz4WJF6l4/s200/cassonetti_libro1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cassonetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autore:&lt;/b&gt; Gianluca Antoni&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere:&lt;/b&gt; narrativa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Editore: &lt;/b&gt;Pequod&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Collana:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Italic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 234&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anno di pubblicazione:&lt;/b&gt; 2010&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN:&lt;/b&gt; 9788896506165&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo:&lt;/b&gt; € 16,00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Formato:&lt;/b&gt; brossura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peter, assiduo lettore di annunci matrimoniali, Davide, disincantato osservatore della realtà, Matteo, ostinato maniaco della pulizia, e Diego, inetto slacciatore di reggiseni, sono compagni d'appartamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vivono gli anni universitari barcamenandosi tra imprese goliardiche, crucci esistenziali e amori tormentati.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cassonetti racconta la loro storia, descrivendo tre giornate della loro vita esattamente a distanza di un anno, le une dalle altre. Ma il tempo non scorre lineare, stravolge gli eventi, portandoli a incontrare se stessi, senza riconoscersi, mentre compiono le stesse azioni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come se la loro vita fosse un interminabile fermo immagine, sospesa nel tempo, fino al finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;*Le mie recensioni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cassonetti&lt;/i&gt; è il titolo del romanzo d’esordio di Gianluca Antoni, giovane psicoterapeuta marchigiano. Un esordio riuscito come pochi, visto che l’autore, dopo un inizio leggermente singhiozzante, riesce a catturare l’attenzione del lettore fino all’ultimissima pagina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il libro racconta la vite e le ansie di un gruppetto di studenti universitari fuorisede, che condividono cioè la prima convivenza della loro vita adulta, un’esperienza forte e indimenticabile come poche.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Negli anni in cui tutto sembra possibile e persino i sogni più lontani e irrealizzabili sono a portata di mano, la vita scorre a un ritmo più lento, un incedere confuso e incerto verso una maturità agognata e al tempo stesso temuta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Sono questi gli anni in cui si scopre davvero il mondo, fuori dalla casa in cui si è cresciuti, lontano dalla propria città natale e da tutto ciò che è familiare, gli anni in cui si comincia a scoprire anche se stessi, i bisogni e le paure più profonde; lo si fa attraverso il progressivo disvelamento di un dolore nuovo, quelle prime sofferenze adulte che ci cambieranno per sempre, segnando lo spartiacque tra la spensieratezza giovanile e l’ insieme caotico di tormenti, ricordi e doveri della maturità.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;A vent’anni come a venticinque ci si sente sperduti, tristi, euforici e irrequieti, ci si perde mille volte per poi ritrovarsi irrimediabilmente cambiati, preda di cambiamenti più o meno radicali, perché è così che va la vita e dovremo accettarlo, in barba a tutta la retorica giovanile e ai discordi senza senso fatti sul far dell’alba, ancora in giro per le strade di una città deserta, ubriachi di alcol e di un amore sempre più lontano e disperato.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cassonetti&lt;/i&gt; parla di tutto questo, e lo fa costringendoci a ricordare l’età che più di ogni altra ha segnato – o segnerà – la nostra esistenza, restituendo ai lettori l’atmosfera malinconica e rarefatta di un sogno lucido, un combattuto alternarsi di passato e presente che rende alla perfezione i tormenti dei giovani protagonisti, apparentemente superficiali, mai futili, e l’eterna ricerca dell’amore che caratterizza la vita di ogni essere umano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cassonetti&lt;/i&gt;, infatti, è un romanzo che parla d’amore senza avanzare pretese su di esso: i sentimenti non vengono mitizzati né ammantati di cinismo, sono semplicemente raccontati nel loro eterno e immutabile divenire, con la consapevolezza che in fondo ogni storia d’amore è uguale a tutte le altre e al tempo stesso unica, irripetibile... &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labottegadihamlin.it/archivio-recensioni-libri/90-2011/1405-gianluca-antoni-cassonetti-italic-2011-"&gt;&lt;b&gt;continua a leggere su "La Bottega di Hamlin"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Cassonetti” di Gianluca Antoni (Italic, 2010) è uno degli esordi letterari italiani più interessanti degli ultimi anni, un piccolo-grande capolavoro che meriterebbe più attenzione da parte di lettori e critica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma in Italia, si sa, le concentrazioni di potere in ambito editoriale controllano la quasi totalità del mercato dei libri, e per le case editrici medio-piccole è sempre più difficile emergere, anche quando si sfornano gioiellini come questo “Cassonetti”, romanzo che mi ha fatta ridere, piangere e commuovere come mi succede di rado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gianluca Antoni, giovane scrittore e psicanalista di Senigallia, imbastisce una trama e atmosfere che ricordano vagamente quelle del più famoso (e meno bello) “Jack frusciante è uscito dal gruppo”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Inno spensierato e disperato a una gioventù perduta, che scivola via tra le mani di chi ancora si sforza di trattenerla, di conservare i sogni e le illusioni che la maturità inevitabilmente spazzerà via, sostituendoli con una rassicurante e grigia normalità, “Cassonetti” è la storia di un gruppo di universitari – Peter, Davide e Matteo – che vivono insieme condividendo gioie e dolori, esami universitari e amori finiti male.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E proprio l’amore è uno dei nuclei tematici principali del romanzo; 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- Gianluca Antoni'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsD7oGKyLeI/TwmslJYBWhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JSnz4WJF6l4/s72-c/cassonetti_libro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-3877911016417972932</id><published>2012-01-07T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:17:51.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for man magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridere fa bene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lezioni di vita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luciana littizzetto'/><title type='text'>Grande Luciana Littizzetto!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;LETTERA DI LUCIANA LITTIZZETTO AD ANDREA BIAVARDI, DIRETTORE DEL MENSILE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;FOR MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(L'ho beccata su FB e non ho resistito, dovevo troppo postarla!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ie7d8s9a5Q/TwiLucqp9sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/t8PTWcFtqHQ/s1600/lucianalittizzetto_04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ie7d8s9a5Q/TwiLucqp9sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/t8PTWcFtqHQ/s200/lucianalittizzetto_04.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lo confesso.   Ho ceduto alla tentazione di comprare la nuova rivista maschile &lt;i&gt;For men  magazine&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Del resto, come potevo resistere agli affascinanti argomenti annunciati dalla copertina (che, tra parentesi, ritrae un tizio con una faccia da pirla e un asciugamano di spugna bianca che fa tanto 'figo da spogliatoio')?  Almeno quattro i titoli memorabili:  "Falle dire basta stanotte!" - "Ricco entro Pasqua: 15 idee geniali"  - "Trucchi: mangi il doppio diventi la metà"  - "Smetti di fumare e voli ai Caraibi".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Non vorrei deludere il geniale direttore Andrea Biavardi, ma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a far dire basta a una donna siete già tutti bravissimi da soli poichè di solito ne abbiamo abbastanza dopo i primi tre minuti. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La vostra difficoltà sta nel farle dire ancora, al limite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Ci pensi su, per il prossimo numero.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Riguardo allo slogan &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ricco entro Pasqua"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beh, signor Biavardi, se vuole  fare le cose fatte bene, nel prossimo numero alleghi anche  due simpatici gadgets: passamontagna e chiave inglese.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alla promessa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mangi il doppio e diventi la metà"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, invece, tenderei anche  a credere. Bisogna vedere la metà di cosa. Io se mangio il doppio, signor  Biavardi, divento l'esatta metà del Partenone, in effetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Infine, sempre in copertina, campeggia la scritta &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Smetti di fumare e voli ai Caraibi"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Guardi signor direttore, io non ho mai conosciuto uno che abbia smesso di fumare e che sia andato in un'isola tropicale a festeggiare.  In compenso ho sentito un sacco di gente che ha cominciato a  fumare sostanze illecite e s'è fatta certi viaggi senza neanche uscire di casa che lei neanche si immagina.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma questo è solo l'inizio.  Una si illude che il peggio sia già tutto in copertina e invece no, &lt;u&gt;il  meglio è all'interno!  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;A pagina 52 c'è un avvincente e istruttivo servizio con tanto di  foto redazionali su &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"come slacciarle il reggiseno"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; che tiene conto dei  vari modelli (classico, seduttivo, sportivo...). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A parte l'intelligenza del servizio in sé, vorrei soffermarmi sul consiglio per slacciare rapidamente il modello sportivo, che è: &lt;u&gt;“se  lei è spiritosa dacci un taglio con le forbici!”&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Biavardi, io le garantisco che sono una donna alquanto spiritosa, ma se un  uomo che magari conosco da poco, in un momento di intimità mi tira fuori dal taschino un paio di forbici, io come minimo penso che sia il  mostro di Milwaukee e nella migliore delle ipotesi gli assesto un calcio nelle palle che il mese dopo il soggetto in questione passa dal suo &lt;i&gt;For Men Magazine &lt;/i&gt;a&lt;i&gt; Donna Moderna&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A pagina 50 poi, si tocca l'apice grazie ad un servizio che affronta la spinosa questione: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Se l'iguana domestico ci prova con tua moglie”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Nell'articolo si sostiene infatti che &lt;u&gt;ci sono diversi casi di molestie  sessuali da parte di iguana nei confronti di donne con il ciclo&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Senta signor Biavardi, lei l'ha mai vista una donna col ciclo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mi segua signor direttore, non parlo di una donna in sella al motorino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parlo della donna in quei giorni lì. Ecco guardi, io in quei giorni ho la cera del cugino IT e l'affabilità di Godzilla, non mi si avvicinerebbe a meno di cento metri un velociraptor si figuri un’iguana.   E infine, l'apoteosi vera e propria: il test &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"sei uno stallone o  una schiappa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le domande sono tra le cose più esilaranti che io abbia mai letto in vita mia.  In pratica sei ritenuto uno stallone se rispondi sì a domande come questa: "Ti è mai capitato di farlo con una donna e poco dopo, con la sua  compagna  di stanza?" - "Un sacco di volte! Alla casa di riposo &lt;i&gt;Domus Mariae&lt;/i&gt;".  Oppure "Di essere chiamato da una donna che ti chiede se può venire da te alle  nove del mattino?" - " Sì certo, da una rappresentante della Folletto  ". Mi fermo qui. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Donne, consoliamoci: noi una volta al mese avremo pure le  nostre cose, ma loro una volta al mese hanno &lt;i&gt;For Men Magazine&lt;/i&gt; in edicola. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mica lo so chi sta peggio!! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saluti,  Luciana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-3877911016417972932?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/3877911016417972932/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/grande-luciana-littizzetto.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/3877911016417972932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/3877911016417972932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/grande-luciana-littizzetto.html' title='Grande Luciana Littizzetto!!!'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ie7d8s9a5Q/TwiLucqp9sI/AAAAAAAAAkw/t8PTWcFtqHQ/s72-c/lucianalittizzetto_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-8566978003000899913</id><published>2012-01-05T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:12:01.945+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foglie morte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prevert'/><title type='text'>Les Feuilles mortes - J. Prévert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come sapete - o forse non lo sapete?! - sto studiando/perfezionando il mio francese, lingua che AMO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Per caso, cercando in internet testi in lingua, ho trovato questa stupenda poesia di &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacques Prévert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Voglio condividerla con voi perché è troppo emozionante...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Letta in lingua originale, magari con un bel sottofondo musicale, fa venire i brividi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sotto ovviamente trovate la traduzione (fortunatamente non mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Les Feuilles mortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZ41BGKD5E/TwRwnEDGkOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Fj8J4wUUBuc/s1600/foglia_suicida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZ41BGKD5E/TwRwnEDGkOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Fj8J4wUUBuc/s200/foglia_suicida.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh, je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Des jours heureux&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;quand nous étions amis,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dans ce temps là, la vie était plus belle,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Et le soleil plus brûlant qu’aujourd’hui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tu vois je n’ai pas oublié.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gB3By93YZs0/TwRxXnnGfpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/p_NWvI1gYQg/s1600/foglie_morte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gB3By93YZs0/TwRxXnnGfpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/p_NWvI1gYQg/s200/foglie_morte.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Et le vent du nord les emporte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dans la nuit froide de l’oubli.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tu vois, je n’ai pas oublié,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La chanson que tu me chantais…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;C’est une chanson, qui nous ressemble,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nous vivions, tous les deux ensemble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Et la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Et la mer efface sur le sable,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Les pas des amants désunis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nous vivions, tous les deux ensemble,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Toi qui m’aimais, moi qui t’aimais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Et la vie sépare ceux qui s’aiment,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Et la mer efface sur le sable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Les pas des amants désunis…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacques Prévert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le foglie morte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh! Vorrei tanto che tu ricordassi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i giorni felici quando eravamo amici.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La vita era più bella.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Il sole più bruciante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le foglie morte cadono a mucchi…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vedi: non ho dimenticato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le foglie morte cadono a mucchi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;come i ricordi e i rimpianti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e il vento del nord le porta via&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nella fredda notte dell’oblio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vedi: non ho dimenticato&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;la canzone che mi cantavi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È una canzone che ci somiglia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tu mi amavi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;io ti amavo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E vivevamo noi due insieme&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tu che mi amavi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;io che ti amavo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma la vita separa chi si ama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;piano piano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;senza far rumore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e il mare cancella sulla sabbia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i passi degli amanti divisi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Le foglie morte cadono a mucchi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;come i ricordi e i rimpianti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma il mio amore silenzioso e fedele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sorride ancora e ringrazia la vita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ti amavo tanto, eri così bella.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Come potrei dimenticarti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;La vita era più bella&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e il sole più bruciante.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eri la mia più dolce amica …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma non ho ormai che rimpianti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E la canzone che cantavi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sempre, sempre la sentirò.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;È una canzone che ci somiglia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tu mi amavi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;io ti amavo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E vivevamo noi due insieme&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tu che mi amavi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;io che ti amavo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ma la vita separa chi si ama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;piano piano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;senza far rumore&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e il mare cancella sulla sabbia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i passi degli amanti divisi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacques Prévert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-8566978003000899913?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Prévert'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpZ41BGKD5E/TwRwnEDGkOI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Fj8J4wUUBuc/s72-c/foglia_suicida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-3760280772241494468</id><published>2012-01-04T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:09:03.359+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videorecensioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonzogno'/><title type='text'>"Per fortuna mi hai tradito" - VIDEORECENSIONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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- VIDEORECENSIONE'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-3324603126845125640</id><published>2012-01-04T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:49:57.066+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0111edizioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anteprima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri gratis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore e guerra'/><title type='text'>"Amore e guerra" - ANTEPRIMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Oggi posto l'anteprima di un romanzo che uscirà il &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27 dicembre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;, edito da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;0111Edizioni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;, una casa editrice di cui ho sperimentato personalmente la serietà e che spesso sforna dei veri e propri gioiellini!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E' il caso di &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Amore e guerra"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; della giovanissima Ilaria Goffredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grazie alla gentilezza dell'autrice, che me lo ha fatto avere con notevole anticipo rispetto alla data di uscita, lo sto già leggendo e vi posso assicurare che conquista fin dalle prime pagine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mi piace, quindi lo recensirò presto :-)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eccovi la scheda, continuate a leggere perché sotto c'è una bella sorpresa per voi :-)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tI9qx-bMKfg/TwRKMxJaQtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z8jqDR8lBNE/s1600/393504_192859144130298_175922372490642_423863_989112429_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tI9qx-bMKfg/TwRKMxJaQtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z8jqDR8lBNE/s320/393504_192859144130298_175922372490642_423863_989112429_n.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;Amore e Guerra&lt;/span&gt; di &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ilaria Goffredo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;con AUDIOLIBRO omaggio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genere:&lt;/b&gt; Sentimentale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagine:&lt;/b&gt; 144&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo libro:&lt;/b&gt; 15,00 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN libro:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-7307-409-3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo e-book:&lt;/b&gt; 8,99 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prezzo e-book su CD:&lt;/b&gt; 8,99 euro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISBN e-book:&lt;/b&gt; 978-88-6578-xxx-x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Data di uscita:&lt;/b&gt; 27 gennaio 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brossura, cartoncino plastificato lucido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Rwanda, 1994. L’odio dell’etnia Hutu verso i fratelli rwandesi Tutsi tocca il suo apice e sfocia in un terribile genocidio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tutti lottano per la sopravvivenza tra terribili razzie e bombardamenti. Siria, una giovane educatrice italiana, incontra un attraente giornalista newyorkese. Intanto un coraggioso tenente delle Nazioni Unite si avvicina alla ragazza. Chi avrà il suo cuore?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E soprattutto, riuscirà l’amore a sbocciare e trionfare in un luogo dilaniato dalla morte e dalla guerra?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vuoi leggere "Amore e guerra" gratis e in anteprima?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scopri come grazie all'iniziativa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.0111edizioni.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Correvoce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8685845388020431467-3324603126845125640?l=rossellamartielli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/feeds/3324603126845125640/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/amore-e-guerra-anteprima.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/3324603126845125640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8685845388020431467/posts/default/3324603126845125640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rossellamartielli.blogspot.com/2012/01/amore-e-guerra-anteprima.html' title='&quot;Amore e guerra&quot; - ANTEPRIMA'/><author><name>Rossella Martielli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10272769066177196185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o9QfK_LOKKQ/TTHUhw0hBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/lnl2NajsYfQ/S220/Foto%2Bdel%2B72503342-07-2455389%2Balle%2B20%253A08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tI9qx-bMKfg/TwRKMxJaQtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Z8jqDR8lBNE/s72-c/393504_192859144130298_175922372490642_423863_989112429_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8685845388020431467.post-9029959093330557235</id><published>2011-12-30T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:25:36.666+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oroscopo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri sparsi'/><title type='text'>Bye-Bye 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Dunque! Anche se si sta concludendo DA SCHIFO, tra influenza e casini lavorativi, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;il 2011 è stato forse uno degli anni più belli della mia vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Un anno di grandi passioni, grandi soddisfazioni lavorative e bellissime nuove amicizie. Per celebrare al meglio l’anno che è stato – con l’auspicio che il 2012 non si da meno! – ho deciso di servirmi dell’alfabeto: per ogni lettera (o quasi) un pensierino sul 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;E poi ovviamente faccio i miei migliori auguri a tutti quelli che passano di qua, quelli che mi leggono regolarmente, quelli che passano una volta per non tornare più e anche quelli a cui sto antipatica…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: large;"&gt;Una cosa che ho imparato fin da bambina è che &lt;u&gt;non si può piacere a tutti&lt;/u&gt;, soprattutto se si ha personalità. E personalmente non cerco l’approvazione di nessuno, mai, io sono ciò che sono, e il regalo più grande (parafrasando Tiziano Ferro!) è piacere così come sono, pregi e difetti in un unico pacchetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nel 2011 siate sempre voi stessi, non tradite i vostri valori e i sogni coltivati fin da bambini, e sono sicura che la vota vi sorriderà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amici!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tanti, anzi, tantissimi. Accanto agli amici di sempre, quest’anno mi ha “regalato” Floriana, Miriam, Gloria, Valentino, Annamaria, Jessica, Giuliana, Gabriele, Andrea, Federico e Silvia… persone stupende, VERE e buone. Perché gli amici sono indispensabili… a patto che siano veri amici, ovviamente! Oggi nella mia vita non c’è più una sola persona falsa, e anche questo è un grande traguardo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Baci!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tanti dati, tantissimi ricevuti… baci lievi o profondi, di passione o di amicizia. I baci “veri”, però, solo a due persone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Costanza!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Che non è una mia nuova amica ;-) (battuta scemissima, chiedo perdono!), bensì una qualità che non mi è mai appartenuta molto ma che quest’anno ho cercato di far mia, riuscendoci in parte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perché volontà e capacità contano moltissimo, ma senza la costanza non si va da nessuna parte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dieta!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finalmente ho fatto pace con la bilancia. Chi mi conosce sa quanto amo mangiare e cucinare per gli amici, una vera passione…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Corro e faccio sport, ma non mi priverò mai più del piacere del cibo come facevo un tempo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felicità!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ci sono andata vicina tante volte… mi è scappata mentre stavo per afferrarla… ma la caccia continua!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gatto!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Io amo i mici!!! Proposito per il 2012: adottare un gattino. Assolutamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lacrime!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mai come quest’anno ne ho versate pochissime. Sia perché non ne ho avuto motivo, sia perché sono davvero più forte di prima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mare!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ho un rapporto speciale col mare. Lo amo d’estate, quando mi piace fare passeggiate infinite a riva e starmene stesa come una lucertola al sole, magari in compagnia di un buon libro, e lo amo d’inverno, quando culla i miei pensieri tristi e riesce a fornirmi l’ispirazione di cui ho bisogno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Non ho mai detto tanti “no” come quest’anno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Per me, per la mia vita, voglio il meglio, perché non è vero che chi sia accontenta gode e perché non accetto compromessi che mi facciano perdere il rispetto di me stessa. Chi mi conosce sa di cosa parlo, chi invece non lo sa… Non posso dirlo :-P! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;come… &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Occhi!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;C’è poco da fare, restano la cosa che più mi colpisce in un uomo. Che poi non sono gli occhi in sé, ma lo sguardo, il mistero che cela…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Parlo troppo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lo so, sono logorroica! Ma proprio non riesco a fermarmi… oppure, a volte, se mi piace troppo l’altra persona e sono particolarmente in imbarazzo… be’, si salvi chi può, sono un fiume in piena di parole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romanticismo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ecco, ci vuole ancora un po’ di tempo affinché il mio naturale romanticismo torni a far capolino…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A volte sembro cinica, so che un po’ lo sono diventata, ma nonostante tutto non perdo la speranza che la vera "me" torni a farsi vedere, che non abbia più paura, che non debba più nascondersi dietro una maschera che non le appartiene per timore di essere ferita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;come… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sogni!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Altro che cassetti… con i miei sogni c’ho riempito pure gli armadi e la dispensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;! E nel 2011 si è avverato uno dei sogni più grandi: pubblicare il mio primo romanzo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; come &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Torino!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family
