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Sergey Minin meinkat — Rusty thinks to be a pretty normal guy. Yes, he have some weird feelings and he can't remember something happen when he was in high school, but, apart this, he has a good work as costumer. Ok, he has a strange strenght for a pretty slim and cute guy like him, but he has only to learn to control him... maybe his social life is pretty lonely cause he doesn't trust himself to lose control with other people and sex is a good way to lose all the inhibition. So when he meets Shiro he is confused: why he feels attraction for this guy? He has never before felt sexual attraction for a guy. Sure Shiro his very handsome, blonde and broad shoulder and pretty pushing, but he has no intention to have sexual intercourse with a man. But then he discovers that Shiro is not a normal man, he is a fox spirit, a really fox-human kind of being, with flurry ears and beautiful long tail... a bautiful white fox where he himself his a cute red fox. Cause Shiro many years ago has made him into his consort and now that he has found him again, he has no intention to let him go away. A really interesting story who mixed paranormal romance with oriental myth. Rusty is not the usual uke, he is strong willed and heat tempered, like a true red-head. Shiro is somewhat more cold, white and distant, but very passionate. He is, I think, more young in age than Rusty, but he has an aura of power around him that easily identify him has a leader. The story is not too short, but sometimes I have the feeling that the author has cut it to stay under a certain lenght... I'd like to read a little more about this two, and maybe have some hints more about the life of Shiro between Rusty's turn and the present time. But regardless, it's a very enjoyable story and sex is playful without being too kinky. http://www.amazon.com/dp/155410680X/?...

H M mahai19915610 — i learned to be wary of the man w/ a single glove. the lesson was always there for us and still we let michael jackson rise to power. if you are a tard do not think of the bunnies. i love it when dreams don't come true.

Bruno De _runo_eluka — This is one that comes out of nowhere and pulls you in, making you laugh and cry and ultimately believe in the true goodness of your fellow human beings. Just wrenching and beautiful.

Tomas Sedlickas _omas_edlickas — Jules Feiffer’s memoir Backing Forward is the story of a young Jewish boy in New York who is able to harness his storytelling and illustrating talent in order to produce some of the best comics from the1940s to the present. Before he was ever published, or even entered high school, he used his drawing skills to help survive and find a place for himself. Despite the fact that he was not a jock, he was still able to gain the acceptance of the popular crowd through his illustrations. The popular boys and girls would come to Jules and ask for drawings of teachers, sports stars, and celebrities. Even at this age, people noticed his extraordinary talent. Perhaps, he got his talent from his mother who made fashion sketches the sale of which helped keep the family afloat during hard economic times. Feiffer’s sister also played a part in his intellectual development. Four years his senior, Mimi befriended many liberal students of the time who brought radical ideas into the Feiffer household. Even more important, Mimi’s progressive friends were interested in Feiffer’s comics and saw his potential though he was barely 13 years old. At the age of 16, Feiffer secured an internship working for the comic/graphic novel legend Will Eisner. Eisner, and others in his studio, taught Feiffer as much about growing a tough skin as about writing comics. Feiffer eventually left Eisner’s studio in order to follow his girlfriend across the country to Berkley, California in a journey reminiscent of On the Road. In 1951, Feiffer was drafted into the army where he faked a mental breakdown and thought that he was going insane. Though he had some of the worst experiences of his life while in the service, it was during this time that he came up with the idea for his comic Munro. The years from his adolescences to his discharge from the army was the formative time in his life that truly made him an artist. During this time, he found his voice and personality which his work clearly exudes. After his time in the military, Feiffer moved to Greenwich Village were all of the action was during that time. He rubbed noses with journalists, comedians, singers, intellectuals, and artists. The rest of his story follows that of the American Dream in which he became famous, married, settled down and started a family. I enjoyed parts of Feiffer’s memoir a great deal but cannot say that I was overall impressed. At 440 pages, I felt that his memoir was far too long. Though Feiffer led an incredibly interesting life and has a great story to tell, it could be cut down by at least 100 pages. His time hitch-hiking across the country is by far my favorite part of the book because it has the most color and personality. The chapters in which he describes working for Eisner are also interesting. Perhaps it is because I am a huge Eisner fan, but I found Feiffer’s views and experiences with Eisner to be quite telling about both men. Though Feiffer’s young adult life as a Jew in New York was interesting, it was a tale that I have heard hundreds of times before in various other novels and memoirs. There is no denying that Feiffer’s humor makes the memoir readable and livens up some of the dull chapters. However, his memoir still lagged at points that not even his humor could save. What sets this work apart from other memoirs, is that Feiffer has included some of his comics and interspersed them throughout the book. Therefore, the reader can see how his technique has changed and matured over time. This is extremely helpful in understanding his growth as an artist. Overall, I would only recommend this memoir to die-hard graphic novel and/or Feiffer fans. Today, readers expect a great deal from someone’s memoir. The market has been bombarded with memoirs of all kinds that chronicle everything from a person’s spiritual enlightenment, to a year of reading the encyclopedia, to graphic/comic book memoirs. While Feiffer’s memoir might have won rave reviews a couple of years ago, there is nothing astonishing about it that would set it apart from the already excessive amount of literature published in this genre. www.iamliteraryaddicted.blogspot.com

Alex Granado _lex_ranado — I'd heard that this book was wise, or insightful, or even that it would change your life. I must say that I didn't make it through; I felt like I was constantly stabbed in the eye with raised index fingers.

Nikolas Adamowicz nikthegame655d — The introduction epigraph is, "Wake up, Muffy, we're back." Birnbach's older and forty years later (forty?!) is updating The Official Preppy Handbook. This one, like the other, is mildly satirical and a mildly amusing glimpse at prep culture. it's updated in that it now isn't just about straight WASPs, but includes just about everybody, including Jews and gays. Lots of name-dropping and cataloging and tongue-in-cheek (mostly) illustrations. Not a book to read straight through, but glancing is fun.

Rajesh Ravilla rajeshravilla — Lyrical but stark style. I categorically dislike confessional poetry for the most part, but Berryman is an exception; the heavy suicide themes in particular are really well-done, and arresting considering his biography. A stellar crack at the "novel in verse" form, something that I've always been skeptical about. I feel like Henry most days, really.