Diary Literary

Changers Book One: Drew opens on the eve of Ethan Miller's freshman year of high school in a brand-new town. He's finally sporting a haircut he doesn't hate, has grown two inches since middle school, and can't wait to try out for the soccer team. At last, everything is looking up in life. Until the next morning. When Ethan awakens as a girl. Ethan is a Changer, a little-known, ancient race of humans who live out each of their four years of high school as a different person.

James Tully's father is dead, like "Jesus dead and door nailed". His fiancée has moved out, and his world is as rootless as a fallen tree. He will travel home along the river that bound him and that bound his father to the constant rain and the residue of his past, to the last days of his father’s life long suicide, what seemed to kill them both. James is a product of his past, of his parents’ push and pull.

The war took him away. Is their love strong enough to bring him home? From family tragedy, the war, to undying love, this compelling story spans three generations.

It is 1980, and college roommates Jessica, Tammy, Kelly, and Gabriella, fresh off of receiving their MBAs from Michigan State University, spread across the globe and embark on their new lives, loves, and careers while experiencing the ups and downs, hopes and dreams, twists and turns, and success and failure that life brings.

Working in a world where a college degree qualifies her to make photocopies and color-coordinate file folders, 24-year-old Girl is struggling to keep up with the essential trinity of food, shelter, and student loans. So when she finally lands the job of her dreams, she ignores her misgivings and concentrates on getting the job done... whatever that may be.

No sé si este audiolibro es una novela, un diario de no ficción o qué. Trata sobre el deseo de morir y de vivir. Sobre el amor y las preguntas que este despierta. Y sobre el dolor, sobre todo sobre el dolor: el de ella, mi esposa, que me pide la muerte, y el mío, que no se la puedo dar. Éste es el diario de un cobarde que superó un cáncer y ahora se enfrenta, escaso de fuerzas, al cáncer terminal de su mujer.

أتســـاءل في كل يوم "هل ســـأموت بطريقة طبيعية أم سألقى حتفي بطريقة شنيعة مثلما فعلت بآخرين في حياتي? أرى أن الخيار الثاني هو الأقرب, فكل إنسان

My birth mom missed them all. She should have been there to tell me it was fine, to reassure me and hold my hand when I got scared. Instead, now I'll never get the chance to meet her because my dad's moving us 2,000 miles away - to California. But she needs to know what's happening. She has to understand what's going on in my life, what's important to me, and why I act like I do from time to time. That's why I started this diary. It's a collection of my thoughts, wishes, fears, and desires.

Gogol Kimdir:Nikolay Gogol, 31 Mart 1809 tarihinde Ukrayna'da dünyaya geldi. Orta halli torak sahibi bir ailenin çocu?u olan Gogol, genel itibariyle Kazak etkisi altnda büyümü?tür ki, bu durum eserlerine de yans?yacakt?r. Gençlik zamanlar?nda edebiyata, özellikle de ?iire ilgi duymaya ba?layan Gogol, genç ya?larda yetim kal?nca Petersburg'a giderek çal??maya ba?lar. Burada çok dü?ük maa?la memur olarak çal??an Gogol, bir sene sonra istifa eder. Gogol’un ilk ciddi ve dikkat çeken eserleri Ukrayna hayat? ile, halk deyi?leri ile süslü halk hikâyeleridir.

As if starting a new middle school isn’t bad enough; now, I’m pretty sure my adoptive mom wants to send me back to the orphanage, my evil adoptive sister is trying to ruin my life, and the entire eighth grade thinks I’m a total dork because of an unfortunate beach experience involving a poisonous jellyfish. (OK, it was only a waterlogged plastic baggie that I mistook for a jellyfish, but still.) All of that, and more, recorded on the pages of this diary, and dedicated to “M” - the mother who gave me away. 

While growing up in the ’70s, Mark Edwards was surrounded by bullies. As a kid back then, you would eventually find yourself with older kids, whose only purpose was to threaten and pummel the crap out of you. All you had to do was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was the age before political correctness and the peak of the bullies. They were everywhere.