Hester Velmans CONFESSIONS OF A CLONE In the debate about the wisdom of cloning a beloved dog, as Barbara Streisand recently did, one assumption is that at some point, when the technology has been refined, rich people who can afford it will want to clone themselves, out of a narcissistic desire to see an exact reproduction of themselves. Soon we’ll have swarms of little Bill Gateses, mini-Kardashians, Trumps or Zuckerbergs thro...
I noticed that I'm enjoying this book way more than I should. It was a real nice surprise and I'm glad my friend recommended it to me. ...
Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April, 1906 – 22 December, 1989) was a Nobel Prize winning playwright and novelist from Ireland. Mr. Beckett is mostly known for his play Waiting for Godot...
The prose flows, the story is mystical and powerful at the same time...
The publisher is giving away one (1) copy, please enter using the Rafflecopter form at the end of the post. From the New York Times bestselling author of the Tradd Street series comes a stunning new novel about a young single mother who discovers that the nature of friendship is never what it seems…. Recently divorced, Merilee Talbot Dunlap moves with her two children to the Atlanta suburb of Sweet Apple, Georgia. It’s not her...
A good story but not one that gets a hold of you and doesn’t let go...
The artwork is excellent this is how I imagined James Bond to be when I was reading the Fleming novels Someone is assassinating allied agents-James Bond is next...
Seán O’Casey (30 March, 1880 – 18 September, 1964) was an Irish dramatist and playwright. 1) Suffering from poor eyesight, you Mr. O’Casey had trouble at school, but taught himself to read and write by age 13. 2) His father died with he was six years old, and the family (of thirteen!) had to move from house to house in North Dublin. 3) At age fourteen Mr. O’Casey left school and started work...
A fun and exciting read...
The Take It Back series 1 – 4. Hello! Welcome to my guest blog! My name is D. Ray Thomas and I hope this blog will make you laugh, make you cry, and help you understand why I’m no longer allowed in public. I joke! I can go out at night. Between 3 and 4AM. With my caretaker. As long as I’ve taken my meds. And I’m dressed. Like, all the way dressed. That was a sticking point for a while. Photo by Jerry Kiesewetter on Uns...
