tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86118677047023025372024-03-13T21:09:18.544-03:00Escrevendo Asas - CitaçõesAnna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.comBlogger376125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-67498204804297079472021-10-09T13:00:00.000-03:002021-10-09T13:00:48.042-03:00Pirouette - Kenley Davidson<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkUo2ZJ3NsIw5YTFsdRac7NO9zx_e4sa73HrQG0a3L9ttt73ckc1xsGg2z9QE-JbgJvIvMg7GQfSxLPiekrX57wMe08tFFhteoAryVSx6-2uvqbaez3ZTVw6L_P5minPvFPbX1vM9S0o/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Pirouette - The Andari Chronicles #3 - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkUo2ZJ3NsIw5YTFsdRac7NO9zx_e4sa73HrQG0a3L9ttt73ckc1xsGg2z9QE-JbgJvIvMg7GQfSxLPiekrX57wMe08tFFhteoAryVSx6-2uvqbaez3ZTVw6L_P5minPvFPbX1vM9S0o/w400-h400/Pirouette01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Pirouette - The Andari Chronicles #3 - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>O passado nunca fica no passado, Lorde Seagrave. Ele pode te assombrar, ou te mudar, mas nunca é apenas passado.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tradução livre</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Pirouette</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #3</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQyXZlB6yz3D1jkmyMzwWYFtV1DJt2qwAN-L4gUbCd8ROu13butd02ZdVATbioFIP5_a-x3l4GNkKNC2o9-Nb0DvRjOTgF30cH3QqA5QCqZOqY2zrAmiu_HZ9UFZokJwkFgIu8AgjNmg/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Pirouette - The Andari Chronicles #3 - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQyXZlB6yz3D1jkmyMzwWYFtV1DJt2qwAN-L4gUbCd8ROu13butd02ZdVATbioFIP5_a-x3l4GNkKNC2o9-Nb0DvRjOTgF30cH3QqA5QCqZOqY2zrAmiu_HZ9UFZokJwkFgIu8AgjNmg/w400-h400/Pirouette01+-+en+-+insta.JPG" title="Pirouette - The Andari Chronicles #3 - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The past never stays past, Lord Seagrave. It might haunt you, or change you, but it is never simply past.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Pirouette</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #3</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div></div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-44873463575649920662021-09-21T18:24:00.001-03:002021-09-21T18:24:28.619-03:00Pirouette - Kenley Davidson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9je_n0USG_N2Wk-rwcDGtI8OLNJveDv5VU-d1bxkko62yh2BZfv4UrTD3VT0TFzm91pkz6FXjwIQLIgcBRfWNAj64_wgrBBL-sDxI6ux0qlONAOd3EP9l7x_SkPdawWpg2y6kDcetPKs/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Pirouette - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9je_n0USG_N2Wk-rwcDGtI8OLNJveDv5VU-d1bxkko62yh2BZfv4UrTD3VT0TFzm91pkz6FXjwIQLIgcBRfWNAj64_wgrBBL-sDxI6ux0qlONAOd3EP9l7x_SkPdawWpg2y6kDcetPKs/w400-h400/Pirouette02+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Pirouette - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ela sabia que se destacava no meio daquela assembleia cintilante como um morcego no meio de pássaros canoros, mas ela não mudaria.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tradução livre</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Pirouette</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">The Andari Chronicles #3</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Kenley Davidson</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI2mhExd5JFFRmE8HDUJWS_hQTm7uB_VIaz415_-THGo-IJZzFigLV6zWIKU4KJrnQX5jpKKZBzatfUhzqXyPx2XDIvzU68N4FR3TmUx0dTMPfd9k5zLcOs_IxzLTS98-WwhugKW-mek/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Pirouette - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI2mhExd5JFFRmE8HDUJWS_hQTm7uB_VIaz415_-THGo-IJZzFigLV6zWIKU4KJrnQX5jpKKZBzatfUhzqXyPx2XDIvzU68N4FR3TmUx0dTMPfd9k5zLcOs_IxzLTS98-WwhugKW-mek/w400-h400/Pirouette02+-+en+-+insta.JPG" title="Pirouette - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>She knew that she stood out in the midst of that glittering assembly like a bat amongst songbirds, but she would not change.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Pirouette</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #3</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-13868212474822361572021-09-21T18:16:00.000-03:002021-09-21T18:16:44.945-03:00Shadow and Thorn - Kenley Davidson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvmRTHMIw0Q1h136gQaexQYlK_W4nPtnqaPFEX2vDfot4MInNudyhcU9-gMKmzZ1V2H-tepbVQN0T17UlnbEOTXg_t5hnbD9BlqsUIhh7Sg_m2Jrk_CztVwzO_Wr07OmeGhUoKF6GMBE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Shadow and Thorn - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDvmRTHMIw0Q1h136gQaexQYlK_W4nPtnqaPFEX2vDfot4MInNudyhcU9-gMKmzZ1V2H-tepbVQN0T17UlnbEOTXg_t5hnbD9BlqsUIhh7Sg_m2Jrk_CztVwzO_Wr07OmeGhUoKF6GMBE/w400-h400/ShadowAndThorn01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Shadow and Thorn - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Em uma irônica reviravolta do destino, ele teve mais certeza de Zara, a usurpadora caçadora de tesouros, do que do seu próprio lar.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tradução livre</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Shadow and Thorn</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #4</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ToG94I7F-BPzudJ1ZI-RLVgmNMoS_IZ4_9RjGMJQdNKnUyjVWYPzTAq84BK0xmMvEid48oOJYtgBS8x3ifmb-wVrhBF-7WItY3-vINbtI8ahqZIUzTwDBy7vOlLZI6TlTOGac9qTByY/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Shadow and Thorn - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ToG94I7F-BPzudJ1ZI-RLVgmNMoS_IZ4_9RjGMJQdNKnUyjVWYPzTAq84BK0xmMvEid48oOJYtgBS8x3ifmb-wVrhBF-7WItY3-vINbtI8ahqZIUzTwDBy7vOlLZI6TlTOGac9qTByY/w400-h400/ShadowAndThorn01+-+en+-+insta.JPG" title="Shadow and Thorn - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In an ironic twist of fate, he felt more certain of Zara, the usurping treasure hunter, than he did of his own home.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Shadow and Thorn</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #4</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div><div><br /></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div></div><p><br /> </p><br /><br /><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-9346177736027800382021-09-18T14:31:00.001-03:002021-09-18T14:34:10.472-03:00Path of Secrets - Kenley Davidson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfSg8jR5PsfvSb8RZJLbCPNb4wWK6ZOCbPBn7loS9lr7MAGqe9K0KR0tv-Arvchv5yx6nIrZzTTHZk4RbKf_TP0U7g4G2Gw1awUNUGihkpuzphcjrb3zbkCqAv_A6mYNvZvdIHcjwooE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Path of Secrets - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfSg8jR5PsfvSb8RZJLbCPNb4wWK6ZOCbPBn7loS9lr7MAGqe9K0KR0tv-Arvchv5yx6nIrZzTTHZk4RbKf_TP0U7g4G2Gw1awUNUGihkpuzphcjrb3zbkCqAv_A6mYNvZvdIHcjwooE/w400-h400/PathOfSecrets01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Path of Secrets - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A senhorita Batrice Reyard não conseguia escapar da aparente verdade universalmente conhecida que era esperado que damas solteiras de uma certa classe gostassem de bordar.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tradução livre</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Path of Secrets</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">The Andari Chronicles #6</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Kenley Davidson</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNouWrinuedWxIU_PbWiLYPy9RbQA_JGgeJuQ5K_n_gEBET9kn5ie_KaBQJkI-qIi7rAbO2FgKCavMgAMWRNcXKN7mU4CtViHz1uK2kmMI1p8AQIHlbhRN9JtzNIlK38uLF28PYmOOgW8/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Path of Secrets - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNouWrinuedWxIU_PbWiLYPy9RbQA_JGgeJuQ5K_n_gEBET9kn5ie_KaBQJkI-qIi7rAbO2FgKCavMgAMWRNcXKN7mU4CtViHz1uK2kmMI1p8AQIHlbhRN9JtzNIlK38uLF28PYmOOgW8/w400-h400/PathOfSecrets01+-+en+-+insta.JPG" title="Path of Secrets - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Miss Batrice Reyard couldn’t escape the apparently universal truth that unmarried ladies of a certain rank were expected to enjoy embroidery.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Path of Secrets</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #6</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div></div><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-62573520947322766382021-09-07T14:15:00.001-03:002021-09-07T14:15:31.183-03:00Goldheart - Kenley Davidson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFl4akA5szHCJMWpJSmOMdx920aLtZsL9Mfx7t7bpQdLGq_hsfO8d7lNeziRFZBMZW8O7pBGzuQmU6HPduXUbsSLqBd5WpzzZq9gsXGXJo2dE-nm6Z3PvdUeiRrcEchRWDNK80ah7gY5o/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Goldhear, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFl4akA5szHCJMWpJSmOMdx920aLtZsL9Mfx7t7bpQdLGq_hsfO8d7lNeziRFZBMZW8O7pBGzuQmU6HPduXUbsSLqBd5WpzzZq9gsXGXJo2dE-nm6Z3PvdUeiRrcEchRWDNK80ah7gY5o/w400-h400/Goldheart02+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Goldhear, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Ela apertou os olhos para a paisagem meio terminada, virou a cabeça de lado, e sabia que algo não estava totalmente certo. Algo estava faltando. A cena não era o que ela tinha imaginado, mas também, as suas pinturas nunca eram. Elas pareciam tão reais, em seus sonhos, que ela tinha de tentar captá-las antes de que esvaíssem. Mas ela raramente conseguia.</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tradução livre</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Goldheart</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">The Andari Chronicles #2</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Kenley Davidson</span></b></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgY4keRKKrsuxeP5pAnAvV9GOmmIIlBNat3bduDP-Sxajka8HnHcDXlGicio1Y5bAxSJmvnYhcAlpt9_hS9M6afu38BKB7LPdln8MIql1u9PXMCV5ObMb1l73Re8mFU7f1E68emQNOW0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Goldhear, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgY4keRKKrsuxeP5pAnAvV9GOmmIIlBNat3bduDP-Sxajka8HnHcDXlGicio1Y5bAxSJmvnYhcAlpt9_hS9M6afu38BKB7LPdln8MIql1u9PXMCV5ObMb1l73Re8mFU7f1E68emQNOW0/w400-h400/Goldheart02+-+en+-+insta.jpg" title="Goldhear, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>She squinted at the half-finished landscape, turned her head sideways, and knew there was something not entirely right. Something was missing. The scene was not quite as she’d envisioned it, but then, her paintings never were. They felt so real, in her dreams, that she had to try to catch them before they were gone. But she rarely could.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Goldheart</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #2</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div></div><p><br /> </p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-85163337220628522462021-09-07T14:02:00.000-03:002021-09-07T14:02:22.037-03:00Goldheart - Kenley Davidson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgFx0fj8Pw506IArice7nrC_F2sZG2aU-RdaH92Moz0CcrAqirgjY2-p7VlmCn4rcP0lu809nTUWbYu6RFt4yZLJsnLO11d0P1434bUePoOJwstnOvBExypbH8ufwSIwfxOYkmfBs05I/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Goldheart, The Andari Chronicles #2 - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgFx0fj8Pw506IArice7nrC_F2sZG2aU-RdaH92Moz0CcrAqirgjY2-p7VlmCn4rcP0lu809nTUWbYu6RFt4yZLJsnLO11d0P1434bUePoOJwstnOvBExypbH8ufwSIwfxOYkmfBs05I/w400-h400/Goldheart01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Goldheart, The Andari Chronicles #2 - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Porque dinheiro não tem poder, senão o que é dado a ele, e conhecimento não pode ser usado contra aqueles que não tem medo dele.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Tradução livre</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Goldheart</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Andari Chronicles #2</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Kenley Davidson</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFTyKaqIoirFD7Ng7HMB-aZT6SQo2zaKAfCmK-TTFsrrFCNObnyU_o2g9TtxUtBoms2MKN8DdL0D5TfMnpPSg8GqBYjce8iLMgitu-LT0y7Hx2K_c_8v1emSbWskjRAgfCEzecDBvGKQ/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Goldheart, The Andari Chronicles #2 - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEFTyKaqIoirFD7Ng7HMB-aZT6SQo2zaKAfCmK-TTFsrrFCNObnyU_o2g9TtxUtBoms2MKN8DdL0D5TfMnpPSg8GqBYjce8iLMgitu-LT0y7Hx2K_c_8v1emSbWskjRAgfCEzecDBvGKQ/w400-h400/Goldheart01+-+en+-+insta.JPG" title="Goldheart, The Andari Chronicles #2 - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>For money has no power but what it is granted, and knowledge cannot be used against those who have no fear of it.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Goldheart</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Andari Chronicles #2</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Kenley Davidson</span></span></div></span><br /> </div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-39485174050973258622021-09-07T13:58:00.005-03:002021-09-07T13:58:33.111-03:00Daughter of Lies - Kenley Davidson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHc_iCELUsvEWru9j4kCa61CnY1IiLsZ1xQLqIixvaqoU03ajEg46fKi8e-MpZB6cIHi_UAAEwFQ0MLVEXIinn85cU2tF4T5I6eRsTehBNbIJA7wpznj_4HX9GAVq0WvnaOZkbOUeXmBI/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Daughter of Lies, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHc_iCELUsvEWru9j4kCa61CnY1IiLsZ1xQLqIixvaqoU03ajEg46fKi8e-MpZB6cIHi_UAAEwFQ0MLVEXIinn85cU2tF4T5I6eRsTehBNbIJA7wpznj_4HX9GAVq0WvnaOZkbOUeXmBI/w400-h400/DaughterOfLies02+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Daughter of Lies, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Eu entendo que não é coisa para cavalheiros saber que temos tornozelos, mas eles não deveriam ter permissão de descobrir que pensamos?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Tradução livre</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Daughter of Lies</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #5</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivejWMRm2n4_ouiu9lrk1i3gmEbMR3VB4MCAH1_CGTYNCylESD-5tay4Sobji28vWiNaJPNOJM__Cil2NLPsaSHcHKr27kCFYZUDACfQHEfxK3V-ViHAN_KKz3JKh6p2jpQvTMQOiHM_E/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Daughter of Lies, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivejWMRm2n4_ouiu9lrk1i3gmEbMR3VB4MCAH1_CGTYNCylESD-5tay4Sobji28vWiNaJPNOJM__Cil2NLPsaSHcHKr27kCFYZUDACfQHEfxK3V-ViHAN_KKz3JKh6p2jpQvTMQOiHM_E/w400-h400/DaughterOfLies02+-+en+-+insta.JPG" title="Daughter of Lies, The Andari Chronicles - Kenley Davidson" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I realize it’s not quite the thing for gentlemen to find out that we have ankles, but should they also not be permitted to discover that we have thoughts?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Daughter of Lies</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #5</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></span></div></div><br /><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-62110215925458126502021-09-07T13:50:00.002-03:002021-09-07T13:52:10.561-03:00Daughter of Lies - Kenley Davidson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8BWMCwHyFWvwVIpXqBanCRDKD73Pt7Xc4u0MfXeIVeYGnNoay-wYpSjtjL51Mks_0IP8nCBxLfhxhdR28oIpWFM9KyTtALoRkXxDfvBzClfo-lOAl3wVPdbZEq7JDp4Rmj35NMliJo40/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Daughter of Lies - The Andari Chronicles" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8BWMCwHyFWvwVIpXqBanCRDKD73Pt7Xc4u0MfXeIVeYGnNoay-wYpSjtjL51Mks_0IP8nCBxLfhxhdR28oIpWFM9KyTtALoRkXxDfvBzClfo-lOAl3wVPdbZEq7JDp4Rmj35NMliJo40/w400-h400/DaughterOfLies01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" title="Daughter of Lies - The Andari Chronicles" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">O que você está fazendo nos meus aposentos e precisa de algum encorajamento em especial para sair?</span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span>Tradução livre</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Daughter of Lies</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">The Andari Chronicles #5</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Kenley Davidson</span></b></div></span></b><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXHUN_IqX-t43QdNyrQoVF7xEmU2ZLLOFHvkG4JblyEhsfpwyAhp0Z2qdggqAS-43G5iVXCHAALOzU5BeeOLfgnpbz-xkmi67MUYP7-MGJ1Nx3n_Oy0zbaSqu7snHf6HgUdYqSGqAHjg/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Daughter of Lies - The Andari Chronicles" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXHUN_IqX-t43QdNyrQoVF7xEmU2ZLLOFHvkG4JblyEhsfpwyAhp0Z2qdggqAS-43G5iVXCHAALOzU5BeeOLfgnpbz-xkmi67MUYP7-MGJ1Nx3n_Oy0zbaSqu7snHf6HgUdYqSGqAHjg/w400-h400/DaughterOfLies01+-+en+-+insta.JPG" title="Daughter of Lies - The Andari Chronicles" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">What are you doing in my rooms and do you need any special encouragement to leave?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Daughter of Lies</span></b></div><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Andari Chronicles #5</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Kenley Davidson</b></div></span></b></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-55050140461493044622021-09-07T13:43:00.001-03:002021-09-07T13:43:50.457-03:00O Quebra-Nozes e os Quatro Reinos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnhUAdmEu-mgJnK0OB7zTt2id9h67Jxh1Pqn4yNabzn_SeECOLciIt4vMcsEhNzEJSq-ilm8u7b10EpqVj4h5ngvUZiR2C4iDVIxziTAdghLOjAaNU4j2aBW-ST4VhTnsViwMMLlFrr0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnhUAdmEu-mgJnK0OB7zTt2id9h67Jxh1Pqn4yNabzn_SeECOLciIt4vMcsEhNzEJSq-ilm8u7b10EpqVj4h5ngvUZiR2C4iDVIxziTAdghLOjAaNU4j2aBW-ST4VhTnsViwMMLlFrr0/w400-h400/QuebraNozesQuatroReinos01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"O mundo real já não faz mais sentido pra mim."</span></b></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Clara</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Tradução livre</span></b></div></b><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">O Quebra-Nozes e os Quatro Reinos</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Walt Disney Pictures</span></b></div></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6r5l-BrQc0FchAPZiKvnzjfRLrnTmqLQpUSjHXfWOkTemiCq0QdAYhSeim-SLBOk5mGyBgw_AEQFcuNkwRcOYK_3a8Jj6HgAS1uXr35fvK1fr_khyVVTjvPJZKCODKJA9ZKnTXThUM4/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm6r5l-BrQc0FchAPZiKvnzjfRLrnTmqLQpUSjHXfWOkTemiCq0QdAYhSeim-SLBOk5mGyBgw_AEQFcuNkwRcOYK_3a8Jj6HgAS1uXr35fvK1fr_khyVVTjvPJZKCODKJA9ZKnTXThUM4/w400-h400/QuebraNozesQuatroReinos01+-+en+-+insta.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"The real world just doesn't make sense to me anymore,"</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;">Clara</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">The Nutcracker and the Four Realms</span></span></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Walt Disney Pictures</div></span></div></div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-34240764878032921232021-07-26T20:37:00.004-03:002021-07-26T20:37:00.200-03:00O Canto Mais Escuro da Floresta - Holly Black<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisR0UKeNmOBJGQeZrIyqn2pRARKGYVqgEpIHlqT3KM8j8IDpPjlxeIFTvAn1rPKvEODzxMPHtWyMF0ngqYKoblmn53ghtl2p0b6bypXk1hRMfNh9xk-CjkrByH2hY-ulyNFTmWSjvAMVg/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisR0UKeNmOBJGQeZrIyqn2pRARKGYVqgEpIHlqT3KM8j8IDpPjlxeIFTvAn1rPKvEODzxMPHtWyMF0ngqYKoblmn53ghtl2p0b6bypXk1hRMfNh9xk-CjkrByH2hY-ulyNFTmWSjvAMVg/w400-h400/CantoMaisEscuroDaFloresta02+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Acha que estou cansado demais para detectar sarcasmo?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">O Canto Mais Escuro da Floresta</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Holly Black</span></b></div></b></span><div><br /></div><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-24145718887714742462021-07-17T20:51:00.008-03:002021-07-17T20:51:43.687-03:00O Chamado da Floresta<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NHPhbArhyphenhyphenTgknb6I8YoLWhdoUhRb1VghB44yghnAO0suRx6SxxRSPtbWomHdKq7uFjEuSkoF2SUelzEU62EeZ2yDE5S8JlBBtDOlRwlixWQy-3epKyFGlONkAjbAOe2me8Ro5_nZGiI/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NHPhbArhyphenhyphenTgknb6I8YoLWhdoUhRb1VghB44yghnAO0suRx6SxxRSPtbWomHdKq7uFjEuSkoF2SUelzEU62EeZ2yDE5S8JlBBtDOlRwlixWQy-3epKyFGlONkAjbAOe2me8Ro5_nZGiI/w400-h400/ChamadoFloresta01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">"Viu, Buck? Nós não carregamos cartas. Carregamos vidas. Carregamos esperança. Carregamos amor."</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Perrault</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Tradução livre</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;">O Chamado da Floresta</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;">20th Century Fox</span></b></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ClDgufLly3l17d-JaQHTv-RfT6n-AWHxeuo8Uo_UHaagEiCFmUKz6eJhSjvCmXSJSMQDX2j13ZZYMq_bxmdl_GRYUx_Rjpl-Wn17ZJ_6kXyBcd6IZmMff-AM79R3brYx8g8i59LRAa0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ClDgufLly3l17d-JaQHTv-RfT6n-AWHxeuo8Uo_UHaagEiCFmUKz6eJhSjvCmXSJSMQDX2j13ZZYMq_bxmdl_GRYUx_Rjpl-Wn17ZJ_6kXyBcd6IZmMff-AM79R3brYx8g8i59LRAa0/w400-h400/ChamadoFloresta01+-+en+-+insta.JPG" width="400" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>"See, Buck. We don’t carry mail. We carry lives. We carry hope. We carry love."</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>Perrault</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Call of the Wild</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">20th Century Fox</span></span></div></span><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-19135942274132987942021-07-17T20:36:00.000-03:002021-07-17T20:36:07.248-03:00O Canto Mais Escuro da Floresta - Holly Black<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYPQmy9zx_LjuL8v51f3Oy1i3pvIh6PKXPWn4nR-Eqi8NW_0dKwhHPWgae55WRtBFj2x3QHyBO_R4SAKSsxd6WThLEHfKUPxunxC4CaxKJbyhd_qssb0fBUr9Y1kMM8psCZMnhXwElA8/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYPQmy9zx_LjuL8v51f3Oy1i3pvIh6PKXPWn4nR-Eqi8NW_0dKwhHPWgae55WRtBFj2x3QHyBO_R4SAKSsxd6WThLEHfKUPxunxC4CaxKJbyhd_qssb0fBUr9Y1kMM8psCZMnhXwElA8/w400-h400/CantoMaisEscuroDaFloresta01+-+pt+-+insta.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>Ela queria poder desfazer tudo, desfiar o tempo como um fio que se puxa de um suéter.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">O Canto Mais Escuro da Floresta</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Holly Black</span></span></div></span><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-30629362347620776262021-06-28T09:36:00.001-03:002021-06-28T09:36:00.194-03:00A Menina que roubava livros - Markus Zusak<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbqeyZNkx0zXOMOfk7kV7nHMMWjUVU5WdgSCssyQWh28eo3nW1Ko382hdisYkiGguRZjcYmZN8werdTBSi1Ro02I9NAZR_5yIFE6DnCMBXxN_E6y_k9qtpigEkXMS4cTT9FzdBXk1ld0/s1440/MeninaRoubavaLivros13+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbqeyZNkx0zXOMOfk7kV7nHMMWjUVU5WdgSCssyQWh28eo3nW1Ko382hdisYkiGguRZjcYmZN8werdTBSi1Ro02I9NAZR_5yIFE6DnCMBXxN_E6y_k9qtpigEkXMS4cTT9FzdBXk1ld0/w400-h400/MeninaRoubavaLivros13+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Na página três, sua mão estava dolorida.</span></b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;">As palavras pesam muito, pensou ela, mas, no correr da noite, conseguiu terminar onze páginas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">A Menina que roubava livros</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Markus Zusak</span></span></div></span><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-86504684565631553772021-06-21T09:06:00.001-03:002021-06-21T09:06:00.203-03:00The Princess Pact - Melanie Cellier<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXoPifkz8YeQDSaWYN4CKXgBMnOP4tFh3i-RHo7QD3mentAOS8pIqBtAxzlB9dyifSMYUmIQvZVNg0PodCz6NEuBi2GpDHODVMfz-Z-zkwfsn3O2WFFzW3Vl9sYYhVAYyPZ4CP4d87LZA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXoPifkz8YeQDSaWYN4CKXgBMnOP4tFh3i-RHo7QD3mentAOS8pIqBtAxzlB9dyifSMYUmIQvZVNg0PodCz6NEuBi2GpDHODVMfz-Z-zkwfsn3O2WFFzW3Vl9sYYhVAYyPZ4CP4d87LZA/w400-h400/ThePrincessPact02+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Ela podia não ter nascido uma princesa, mas foi criada como uma, e não ia derreter em uma poça aos pés de um rapaz charmoso.</b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tradução livre</div></span></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Princess Pact: A Twist on Rumpelstiltskin</span></b></div><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Four Kingdoms #3</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>Melanie Cellier</b></div></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2iKcFkXDQHVrAUW8ZKSI1Jrjb_60z-keQL3fLdm6HrrseGs3VRwE1rlTZ-erv6PBO4u73wsyFmhRvFpsbwKI_gaKF6kwtHHB4JMBkQ6gidmYm50FLtDULo_9Z5yZSI7ggRCzpHV7Bvs/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2iKcFkXDQHVrAUW8ZKSI1Jrjb_60z-keQL3fLdm6HrrseGs3VRwE1rlTZ-erv6PBO4u73wsyFmhRvFpsbwKI_gaKF6kwtHHB4JMBkQ6gidmYm50FLtDULo_9Z5yZSI7ggRCzpHV7Bvs/w400-h400/ThePrincessPact02+-+en+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>She might not have been born a princess, but she had been raised as one, and she wasn’t going to melt into a puddle at the feet of a charming boy.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Princess Pact: A Twist on Rumpelstiltskin</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Four Kingdoms #3</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Melanie Cellier</span></span></div></span><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-70076081725234450442021-06-14T08:51:00.004-03:002021-06-14T08:51:00.200-03:00Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMv2CWMmkC5IWrNZjWhivukqsYQ25qYyiC0wxS_f2R_jfjAau5Vl9RWwoWFxwjzjlhp_Y7f3KGDnwUuidGNIIiltruX4f8idL2l20tJm83okofM5MXqeBkv0ST_hGY6sTyVFDkX_1yn-4/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMv2CWMmkC5IWrNZjWhivukqsYQ25qYyiC0wxS_f2R_jfjAau5Vl9RWwoWFxwjzjlhp_Y7f3KGDnwUuidGNIIiltruX4f8idL2l20tJm83okofM5MXqeBkv0ST_hGY6sTyVFDkX_1yn-4/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela06+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">— Eu preciso ir. [sai correndo]</b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>— Por que ela fica fazendo isso?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;">Tradução livre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></span></div></span><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFJNC-0mdjv4JTa77ZWyAiwEnZK7fCXRi1wg8hQoySx-DaogmquQsMK0QTXa69_Eo1lx61Bngz4zO4OhyphenhyphenwcEHM1WYrkrSGjhx2_-bPF5uXqr0jeQW3yT_gCN4Uh8c8S4_6JoERZm-_7h0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFJNC-0mdjv4JTa77ZWyAiwEnZK7fCXRi1wg8hQoySx-DaogmquQsMK0QTXa69_Eo1lx61Bngz4zO4OhyphenhyphenwcEHM1WYrkrSGjhx2_-bPF5uXqr0jeQW3yT_gCN4Uh8c8S4_6JoERZm-_7h0/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela06+-+en+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b>— I must go. [runs away]</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;">— Why does she keep doing that?</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Ever After, 1998</span></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></span></div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-64905918974676150412021-05-31T10:46:00.001-03:002021-05-31T10:46:00.201-03:00A Garota Que Perseguiu a Lua - Sarah Addison Allen<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgD2FcIOBcNA8LFQ9i-JwYxQEyIHtcinY3C-tGsLK9fnZ8cTr7wBTzy06ubCpE_2ylF1-jlI7WMEyA1luYYvalnRiM2ixREfISO_FpOjAnFAVM4l3yJNw0E0YbRPNdU4B5IAcRKWG_xE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Citação A Garota Que Perseguiu a Lua - Sarah Addison Allen" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgD2FcIOBcNA8LFQ9i-JwYxQEyIHtcinY3C-tGsLK9fnZ8cTr7wBTzy06ubCpE_2ylF1-jlI7WMEyA1luYYvalnRiM2ixREfISO_FpOjAnFAVM4l3yJNw0E0YbRPNdU4B5IAcRKWG_xE/w400-h400/GarotaPerseguiuALua11+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" title="A Garota Que Perseguiu a Lua - Sarah Addison Allen" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>A palavra letológico descreve o estado de incapacidade de lembrar a palavra que você deseja.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>A Garota Que Perseguiu a Lua</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><b>Sarah Addison Allen</b></span></div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-18755727416142354912021-05-24T08:59:00.000-03:002021-05-24T08:59:00.240-03:00A Menina que roubava livros - Markus Zusak<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHgKuvEqAjCe7Fyg1t2HWXBkwi0Zk57Gq9bVYDmA0Rm1lboiqaoqUpjpZxErcYNxGxOqZ4GTNS3auy91ABfeC_8byiWX50lFbj1-hSD7CJvj5l3KWHNZqsyEf3a2gAmUdJ-hEdIizmV8/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinHgKuvEqAjCe7Fyg1t2HWXBkwi0Zk57Gq9bVYDmA0Rm1lboiqaoqUpjpZxErcYNxGxOqZ4GTNS3auy91ABfeC_8byiWX50lFbj1-hSD7CJvj5l3KWHNZqsyEf3a2gAmUdJ-hEdIizmV8/w400-h400/MeninaRoubavaLivros16+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Não se deixe enganar, a mulher tinha coração. Um coração maior do que as pessoas suporiam. Havia muita coisa armazenada nele, em quilômetros de prateleiras altas e ocultas. Lembre-se de que ela foi a mulher com o instrumento preso ao corpo pelas alças na longa noite enluarada. Foi a que alimentou um judeu, sem uma única pergunta na primeira noite de um homem em Molching. E foi a que esticou o braço, bem no fundo de um colchão, para entregar um caderno de desenho a uma adolescente.</b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">A Menina que roubava livros</span></b></div><span style="color: #274e13;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Markus Zusak</span></b></div></span></b></span>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-41126713289238787382021-05-10T08:50:00.001-03:002021-05-10T08:50:00.215-03:00Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzXHcR2w1LmQBa2xmiyRnHC69VlMl-vjBb3mr5UUtWbVr5E1xXcSGMjJzXvUmS8r-9pDzcJ0TAbU1axchD6gNWZnfwT1kR4LdjjtAkEgmS56ORzwDLQQxGNwOnUxTU991c5Em5CWuxYk/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela03+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b>— Você teria escutado?</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">— Claro que não!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tradução livre</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998</span></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQoTEUHo1ZKWddMUdokHu0gdkRxinqheU9Pq26HsH3sfV5xbSzPI1d8D1F0UgEUobYJH3bQIJW4pzlrQM5Rtb-BZC3RsSVkp-qzsSW5VtGiTqL5x7oJjwXs9uaxGlkpRyPdxOvZZJGqQ/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela03+-+en+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b> — Would you have listened?</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">— Of course not!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Ever After, 1998</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></span></div></span><p><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span id="docs-internal-guid-8e30318d-7fff-9dd1-e834-c80a8dd09a6a"></span></b></span></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-89169915818079665232021-05-03T08:39:00.004-03:002021-05-03T08:39:00.204-03:00A Menina que roubava livros - Markus Zusak<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-UDcFKftpJkYZDO3-GtRpLVH_XcoU1hC2aTpY-axft8ktyHLaxJjjMBWESzSwnXGI0CL93eCMtOwnlU1mTJUwnOa3aW6L6S36LG7pnEjNU5tJ3HCnYh1NeLtB7tArXyOKL5FMok64yo/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-UDcFKftpJkYZDO3-GtRpLVH_XcoU1hC2aTpY-axft8ktyHLaxJjjMBWESzSwnXGI0CL93eCMtOwnlU1mTJUwnOa3aW6L6S36LG7pnEjNU5tJ3HCnYh1NeLtB7tArXyOKL5FMok64yo/w400-h400/MeninaRoubavaLivros11+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>Os melhores sacudidores de palavras eram os que compreendiam o verdadeiro poder delas. Eram os que conseguiam subir mais alto. Um desses sacudidores era uma menina magrela. Ela era famosa como a melhor sacudidora de palavras de sua região, porque sabia o quanto uma pessoa podia ficar impotente SEM as palavras.</b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #274e13;">A Menina que roubava livros</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Markus Zusak</span></span></div></span><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-6d707158-7fff-39be-eac7-237461ba0edd"><div><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 24pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-60574065453632956042021-04-26T08:50:00.001-03:002021-04-26T08:50:00.205-03:00The Princess Pact - Melanie Cellier<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYgbWksVUcs_GARtOEcQn9WWqYjzucfzM0i3Dk-i9hj32o8GccQTBqqrEtqOlYzZTLMqD_Bveyb-6EQUpTFolWECOFQwZLyFwIlYm6Bbu-UQ3aDVuvxaMkI2MUShRgTFE_f8Nuf7UNRE/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYgbWksVUcs_GARtOEcQn9WWqYjzucfzM0i3Dk-i9hj32o8GccQTBqqrEtqOlYzZTLMqD_Bveyb-6EQUpTFolWECOFQwZLyFwIlYm6Bbu-UQ3aDVuvxaMkI2MUShRgTFE_f8Nuf7UNRE/w400-h400/ThePrincessPact03+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Ela assoprou a vela e desejou que pudesse assoprar seus pensamentos assim tão fácil.</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Tradução livre</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">She blew out the candle and wished she could blow out her thoughts just as easily.</div></span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Princess Pact: A Twist on Rumpelstiltskin</span></div></span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">The Four Kingdoms #3</span></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Melanie Cellier</span></span></div><p><span id="docs-internal-guid-6abde6a8-7fff-d534-2e60-bb7840abe854"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoYIgvWBOsmOuBULp8CdZFOC1CVqQLkFpnNXxJjSOqPjNyNA5IiUZGDUO8Tj6blIZD19q2ZiHs_Yc5IloOrp2T0GB8mBXv09O0I61ZCEEwYqcRVK7a_R2C9vXOq5ZtfM9DcAl0OpH3G0/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoYIgvWBOsmOuBULp8CdZFOC1CVqQLkFpnNXxJjSOqPjNyNA5IiUZGDUO8Tj6blIZD19q2ZiHs_Yc5IloOrp2T0GB8mBXv09O0I61ZCEEwYqcRVK7a_R2C9vXOq5ZtfM9DcAl0OpH3G0/w400-h400/ThePrincessPact03+-+en+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-36649639554367288592021-04-19T09:18:00.001-03:002021-04-19T09:18:00.214-03:00 Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrkMzp9yhVFlvKtYNhEjOfd7pIIIn5KnqLB5niEk7B0TOoDmybZmoINWPMfLqpiU0sr8h0G-CuE9ZWrzILBY6y734mcyDeQo7QwcdQarHw2JSKeMKh6CCYRE7gCMXUrfQSwMMCR_yKZ8/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTrkMzp9yhVFlvKtYNhEjOfd7pIIIn5KnqLB5niEk7B0TOoDmybZmoINWPMfLqpiU0sr8h0G-CuE9ZWrzILBY6y734mcyDeQo7QwcdQarHw2JSKeMKh6CCYRE7gCMXUrfQSwMMCR_yKZ8/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela05+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">— Uma muda não consegue crescer à sombra de um grande carvalho, Francis. Ele precisa de luz do sol.</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b>— Ele precisa de umas boas chicotadas.</b></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tradução livre</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998</span></div></span><div style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Fox Film</span></span></div></div></span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLamainNqrlyiNPOwxiDP3CiHYCjbQu8OVDtRDWYuL_LlTThncRk9JpkPft81fw08UjR0vmLiwHNmLuUZTZlSyYd_wOtcekUTZySEpu1g58AtN9aH4JSBMXTTbSkTSs0YlFE4kGvgfTA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKLamainNqrlyiNPOwxiDP3CiHYCjbQu8OVDtRDWYuL_LlTThncRk9JpkPft81fw08UjR0vmLiwHNmLuUZTZlSyYd_wOtcekUTZySEpu1g58AtN9aH4JSBMXTTbSkTSs0YlFE4kGvgfTA/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela05+-+en+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>— A sapling cannot grow in the shadow of a mighty oak, Francis. He needs sunlight.</div></span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">— He needs a good whipping.</div></span><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13;">Ever Afer, 1998</span></b></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-68111107483002616652021-04-12T08:30:00.001-03:002021-04-15T19:29:38.575-03:00A Menina que Roubava Livros - Markus Zusak<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzPO2Svirdaku3uQqAeulgKijd1jFM5SXylZ6xIDAAGhyphenhyphenuJ5pnoADluRzykIvu96BftbubLVH8JtVA67HIV0fnTZTPbBsgi9Rz9VWOICLidavJg7Il0YRsq84E-sQruJdQb7spM00pko/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzPO2Svirdaku3uQqAeulgKijd1jFM5SXylZ6xIDAAGhyphenhyphenuJ5pnoADluRzykIvu96BftbubLVH8JtVA67HIV0fnTZTPbBsgi9Rz9VWOICLidavJg7Il0YRsq84E-sQruJdQb7spM00pko/w400-h400/MeninaRoubavaLivros14+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: x-large;">Toda noite, Liesel descia ao porão. Carregava o livro consigo o tempo todo. Escrevia durante horas, tentando terminar a cada noite dez páginas de sua vida. Havia muito a considerar, muitas coisas que corriam o risco de ser deixadas de fora. Seja paciente, ela dizia a si mesma, e, com o crescer das páginas, a força do punho que escrevia aumentou.</b></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><b><span style="color: #274e13;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A Menina que Roubava Livros</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Markus Zusak</b></div></span></b></span>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-31401376116939750002021-04-05T08:05:00.001-03:002021-04-05T08:05:06.146-03:00A Menina que roubava livros - Markus Zusak<br /><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzEjPMkBiE_h3ssLNVBIwJg0Hn-2SKSLpoHSDVD6NbdDfNQqLolswIYMyd-7BOmyVenjOHnlevqYjzHd-7K3oGQdYa1uRT5Aq8Mnro7Q2HZ16lH2p_iv5Qi_9iKcNudFw_Nrq66MfTCk/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzEjPMkBiE_h3ssLNVBIwJg0Hn-2SKSLpoHSDVD6NbdDfNQqLolswIYMyd-7BOmyVenjOHnlevqYjzHd-7K3oGQdYa1uRT5Aq8Mnro7Q2HZ16lH2p_iv5Qi_9iKcNudFw_Nrq66MfTCk/w400-h400/MeninaRoubavaLivros08+-+pt+-+insta.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Para a maioria das pessoas, Hans Hubermann mal chegava a ser visível. Uma pessoa não especial. Com certeza, tinha excelentes habilidades como pintor. Sua habilidade musical era superior à média. Mas, de algum modo, e tenho certeza de que você deve ter conhecido gente assim, ele conseguia parecer uma simples parte do cenário, mesmo quando estava na frente de uma fila. Vivia apenas por ali, sempre. Indigno de nota. Não era importante nem particularmente valioso.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">O frustrante nessa aparência, como você pode imaginar, era ela ser completamente enganosa, digamos. Decididamente, havia valor nele.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">A Menina que roubava livros</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Markus Zusak</span></b></div>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-51844516607441447812021-03-29T08:20:00.011-03:002021-03-29T08:20:00.281-03:00Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYfUN813TfGL4L8j4cM7z_f7tK_alBcINeHlCgqpahGnUMvGIWuGAgBe8nxxXpKEfoyZdg-pvv14kUkbWYT9Uvm16PkJGh8E3KRw30bRP1PCxB7NEaF4z6LCsshrtINdQTR0motmFMBKU/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYfUN813TfGL4L8j4cM7z_f7tK_alBcINeHlCgqpahGnUMvGIWuGAgBe8nxxXpKEfoyZdg-pvv14kUkbWYT9Uvm16PkJGh8E3KRw30bRP1PCxB7NEaF4z6LCsshrtINdQTR0motmFMBKU/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela02+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" title="Citação do filme Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">— Escolha um [livro].</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">— Eu levaria o mesmo tempo para escolher uma estrela no céu.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998</div></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">Fox Film</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsbjMgsZnUQsP5I42TKbzfEv6k21_DFNzcZHJvjDEg86r4gNPR5GwRK4JvK_U6iKc2IfI2RwU3SaYIkzc4ivEI73ML7wNTkdRE-dV2d3ygMCkkVBOGBEbDwY7-p_r-rey58zTV_4ZOPA/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsbjMgsZnUQsP5I42TKbzfEv6k21_DFNzcZHJvjDEg86r4gNPR5GwRK4JvK_U6iKc2IfI2RwU3SaYIkzc4ivEI73ML7wNTkdRE-dV2d3ygMCkkVBOGBEbDwY7-p_r-rey58zTV_4ZOPA/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela02+-+en+-+insta.PNG" title="Citação original do filme Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">— Pick one [book].</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">— I could no sooner choose a favorite star in the heavens.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Ever After, 1998</span></div></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8611867704702302537.post-40407460994283020822021-03-15T09:02:00.003-03:002021-03-15T09:02:00.783-03:00Citação Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3QAtOU7DmGQQJvU5UWerRlhcX8ZwMpteqFBDFGDToV5u2ksc7E954rjkSn98uLDs7a1rUCo0vy0SvYYzQebdMxa_WEeZraLhSg8tCVq7tSQJg2nLBFSUbSJsCs1TQI6d4erMewmv1FI/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Citação Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3QAtOU7DmGQQJvU5UWerRlhcX8ZwMpteqFBDFGDToV5u2ksc7E954rjkSn98uLDs7a1rUCo0vy0SvYYzQebdMxa_WEeZraLhSg8tCVq7tSQJg2nLBFSUbSJsCs1TQI6d4erMewmv1FI/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela04+-+pt+-+insta.PNG" title="Citação Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998 - Henry, Danielle" width="400" /></a></div><b><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">— Como você faz isso?</div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">— O quê?</div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">— Viver todos os dias com essa paixão. Não é cansativo?</div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">— Só quando você está por perto. Por que você gosta de me irritar tanto?</div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;">— Por que você se mostra à altura ?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tradução livre</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHC0EBJC4bwFcQS2voJva3aPgOBkYdufkzh4ESc3lK7svUmQvLCXv2kxGZA_1-kRJTiUzgWoxoWM8G4CoQ2aG7oWtDxTBzpnnEaxCnCRsjVJg1rjA05jZilApyqQZbcDRPFwu5trdS9-I/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><img alt="Citação Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998 - Ever After, 1998" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHC0EBJC4bwFcQS2voJva3aPgOBkYdufkzh4ESc3lK7svUmQvLCXv2kxGZA_1-kRJTiUzgWoxoWM8G4CoQ2aG7oWtDxTBzpnnEaxCnCRsjVJg1rjA05jZilApyqQZbcDRPFwu5trdS9-I/w400-h400/ParaSempreCinderela04+-+en+-+insta.PNG" title="Citação Para Sempre Cinderela, 1998 versão em inglês - Henry, Danielle" width="400" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">— How do you do it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">— What?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">— Live each day with this kind of passion? Don't you find it exhausting?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">— Only when I'm around you. Why do you like to irritate me so?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">— Why do you rise to the occasion?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Ever After, 1998</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Fox Film</span></div></b></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><br /></p>Anna Lirimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11337595020519932478noreply@blogger.com0