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Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
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really? that book isn't that great. Or at least I found it to be a beach book.
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Music Addict
Join Date: Jun 2005
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I haven't begun reading it yet, unfortunately.
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It's just something to dull my brain before I start my holiday reading. I don't really like Brown's books that much, to be honest. |
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Groupie
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: OR is it more like, when do I live?
Posts: 22
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Of course, I do. Why wouldn't I? I mean it is to dull my brain, not make me mad.
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Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Ireland
Posts: 158
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The Scarlet letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
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There’s something about seeing this city at night
Where we can say what we want and do what we like. These streets are empty but we don't feel alone, We can run in the dark and sleep on the roads. |
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Groupie
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: OR is it more like, when do I live?
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My Father's Scar, for the like 8th time.
Beauty's Punishment, again. Sybil. I Hate Myself And Want To Die [A Descriptive Book Of The Most Depressing Songs Of All Time.] The Fog. And, something I can't remember the name of right now. And, Moshpit.
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Music Addict
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Ireland
Posts: 158
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I've read Killing yourself to live before, it was sent to me by a pen pal and I loved it. It was the first thing like that I had read before.
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There’s something about seeing this city at night
Where we can say what we want and do what we like. These streets are empty but we don't feel alone, We can run in the dark and sleep on the roads. |
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