Alice Ở Xứ Sở Diệu Kì & Alice Ở Xứ Sở Trong Gương (Sách Đông A) tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Khaled Suleiman khaledsul — harry potter for grownups. so much magic and history of things, fake footnotes and such, i like it. its heavy, yet light...

Edu Pastor epastordua0d0b — To know is to be fore-warned. To be fore-warned is to be fore-armed. This is NOT an easy thing to listen to. Sobering, insightful, and necessary for anyone who values Western culture and the global threats it faces. In The Truth about Muhammad, New York Times best-selling author and Islam expert Robert Spencer offers an honest and telling portrait of the founder of Islam -- perhaps the first such portrait in half a century -- unbounded by fear and political correctness, unflinching, and willing to face the hard facts about Muhammad's life that continue to affect our world today. Spencer details Muhammad's development from a preacher of hellfire and damnation into a political and military leader who expanded his rule by force of arms, promising his warriors luridly physical delights in Paradise if they were killed in his cause.

Juhász Gergô juhaszgergo — I first read this book in high school, on the eve of my high school graduation from boarding school. I thought it was appropriate since I was leaving all my best friends for the road down to Texas. After reading it again this May, shortly before my graduation from college, it actually became more meaningful to me, reminding me of the beauty in life, random experiences, and how sometimes leaving loved ones behind is not as traumatic as it seems. There are sections in this book that still freeze me, poetically written passages that consume my emotions and thoughts. I don't want to bring down the quality of this book anymore with my words, so I'll leave you with one of my favorite selections: "I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was--I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of a stream outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was half-way across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon" (17).