Chiến Thắng Điện Biên Phủ - Những Dấu Ấn Lịch Sử tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Mary Dekker marydekker — I was not a huge fan of the first book in this series, Raised by Wolves. As my issues were with the story and not the writing (Barnes is a pretty good writer), I decided to read the sequel, Trial By Fire, because I was curious to see where the author was taking the story. I was completely unprepared for how sucked in I would get by this story! Trial by Fire starts approximately nine months after the events at the end of Raised by Wolves. As Alpha of the young Cedar Ridge Pack, Bryn is determined to lead with love and respect instead of fear and intimidation. Bryn is happy, her weres are happy and the special connection that she has with Chase is stronger than ever. It is in this season of contentment that the trouble starts and when trouble comes for Bryn, it hits like a hurricane! Trial by Fire introduces Bryn to new situations, new conflicts (both internal and external) and new characters with new powers. Speaking of characters, Bryn’s character is a lot more mature in Trial by Fire. She is no longer the girl who gets into trouble just to upset Callum. Bryn is now her own Alpha who puts the safety and security of her pack before everything else. Chase’s character is also more developed and I am glad we get to know him better and learn why he is the strong silent type. I didn’t think it possible, but I love Devon, Lake and Ali even more than I did in the first book. These characters are so well written! Trial by Fire is wonderfully complex with great plot twists, a few I saw coming and most that took me completely by surprise. This is an awesome story that moves at a fast, steady and exciting pace. I read this book on the edge of my seat and cannot wait for the next in the series. I will admit that I have not read many werewolf books, but this is easily my favorite one. Content: Kissing and violence.

Jin Cao caojinnn — Wise Children. “Hope for the best, expect the worst.” The motto of Grandma Chance, the guardian of the central characters in Angela Carter’s final novel. Written as a memoir by one woman from a pair of twin sisters, this story follows the history of a family of actors over the course of nearly a century. It contains many witty observations on the thespian trade, and the journey to the “wood” is one of the funniest commentaries on the film-making business that I have read in a long time. If you like your old ladies in an Alan Bennett flavour, you’ll enjoy this. At first, the memoirs were a little linear: this happened, and then this happened, and then this happened. I felt like I was reading a memoir written like a seven year old, and was indeed expecting the worst. The story is like a play in three acts. The first act sets some scenes, introduces us to the characters, and raises a few giggles, although the family tree feels a little too complicated to keep up with. The middle act builds up the pace, the life stories start to twist and turn, intertwining in one direction and then casting off in tangents. The last third is read in one fail swoop, the story develops into farce, and the one-liners become sharper and fiercer. By the end, somewhat exhausted, the loose ends are tied up and an encore is performed. The audience gives a standing ovation: yes or no? –ish. Very –ish. Ok, I enjoyed some of the observational humour; Angela Carter had obviously put in considerable effort to honing and fine-tuning the characterisations. But, apart from the comedy value, this book irritated me. I just wanted to leave this family of thesp’s to their own self-induced, self-absorbed demise. I didn’t want to hear anymore about the long-lost Uncle blah-blah, who you just KNOW is going to make a late entry and save the day. Irritated. But perhaps that’s the point? Is this what a satire on familial generations of actors should be like? A tad too lovey; a smidgen too much Ra-de-bloody-da perhaps (the joke is in the story, I promise you). I have to stop now before I start to ad lib. I’ll leave you to make up your own mind about Grandma Chance’s motto. For the laughs: four stars For the story: two stars Overall: three stars (but only because of the fine observational humour)