tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41988631835062988872024-02-21T03:13:47.057+09:00Ruka's Super Reading BlogRukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-80715792597699095332018-08-06T12:42:00.000+09:002018-08-06T12:42:47.229+09:00The Princess Diaries 2<div style="border-image: none;">
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And the letters from Michael, the boy Mia loves? Or are they from another boy? It’s hard being New York’s only princess!</div>
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This story is the story of the continuance of “The Princess Diaries”.</div>
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This story was full of incidents and was interesting.</div>
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C, Meg. (2005). The Princess Diaries. Macmillan Publishers.</div>
Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-70171721228928125812018-08-06T12:38:00.001+09:002018-08-06T12:42:47.146+09:00Just Good Friends<div style="border-image: none;">
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H. Penny. (1999). Just good friends. Cambridge University Press.</div>
Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-32915309767478085642018-08-06T12:35:00.004+09:002018-08-06T12:42:46.840+09:00LOVE or MONEY?<div style="border-image: none;">
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'She's dead,' Roger said slowly. His face, too, was white. 'Mother is dead!' (p.11)</blockquote>
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It is Molly Clarkson’s fiftieth birthday. She is having a party. She is rich, but she is having a small party - only four people. Four people, however, who all need the same thing: they need her money. She will not give them the money, so they are waiting for her to die. And there are other people who are also waiting for her to die.</div>
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But one person can’t wait. And so he fiftieth birthday, Molly Clarkson is going to die.</div>
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A, Rowena. (2000). LOVE or MONEY. Cambridge University Press.</div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-28798184452048791522018-08-06T12:30:00.001+09:002018-08-06T12:42:46.785+09:00The Dark Side of the City<div style="border-image: none;">
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"On the wall was writing in large letters which read, 'WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.' " (p. 44)</blockquote>
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The name’s Nat Marley. I’ve been a private investigator in New York for over ten years. Before that, I was in the police.</div>
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While I was working in my office on East 43rd Street I got a phone call. “I want to talk with you about a family problem,” the caller began.</div>
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B, Alan. (2012). The Dark Side of the City. Cambridge University Press.</div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-45737852661832772692018-08-06T12:23:00.003+09:002018-08-06T12:42:46.951+09:00Jojo’s Story<div style="border-image: none;">
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"But there aren't any oyher people. There's only me. Jojo." (p.5)</blockquote>
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”There aren’t any more days. There’s just time. Time when it’s dark and time when it’s light. Everything is dead, so why not days too?”</div>
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M, Antoinette. (2000). Jojo’s Story. Cambridge University Press.</div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-58862343816432897572018-07-25T18:09:00.002+09:002018-08-06T12:42:47.062+09:00The Princess Diaries<div style="border-image: none;">
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"My mom gave me this diary." (p.9)</blockquote>
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Mia Thermopolis lives with her artist mother and her cat, Fat Luis, in an apatment in Greenwich Village. She is an ordinary New York teenager. Ordinary, that is, until Mia finds out the shocking truth-she is a princess! </div>
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C, Meg. (2005). The Princess Diaries. Macmillan Readers. </div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-85771518011977844652018-07-25T15:12:00.002+09:002018-07-25T15:13:04.616+09:00Romeo and Juliet<div style="border-image: none;">
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Oh, Romeo! What's in a name? (p.11)</blockquote>
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What's in a name? Does it really matter if you are called Montague or Capulet? When Romeo, son of Lord and Lady Montague, falls in love with the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, he finds out that it does matter. It makes all the difference in the world, because both families hate each other bitterly.</div>
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For a time, Romeo and Juliet manage to keep their love secret. But when Romeo is sent away from Verona, and arrangements are made for Juliet to marry Paris, a friend of her father's, hope begins to die. Can any of their friends help the young lovers to be together for ever?</div>
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I have not ever read this book. I was shocked by the end of this story.</div>
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S, William. (1999). Romeo and Joliet. Oxfoed Bookworms Playscripts.<br />
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-47947658302542837982018-07-18T15:30:00.000+09:002018-07-18T15:31:50.379+09:00Sherlock Holmes Two Plays<div style="border-image: none;">
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In these plays, based on two of his stories, Hoimes, helped by his old friend, Dr Watson, uses his great intelligence to solve two unusual and interesting cases.</div>
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Escott, J. (1999). Sherlock Holmes Two Plays. Oxford Bookworms Playscripts.</div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-72870225735873422532018-06-27T14:56:00.000+09:002018-07-18T15:31:50.525+09:00The Surprise<div style="border-image: none;">
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"Look at the egg," shouts Helen. "Something's happening. It's cracking." Slowly a long beak appears. "It's a bird," says Roger. (p.11)</blockquote>
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When Aunt Elizabeth comes back from Greenland she has a very strange present for Roger and Helen - a big egg. One day when they are eating dinner the egg starts to crack open, and a pterodactyl appears. What do the children do with their new pet? And how does Dacty become a star.</div>
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G,Gunter. (2007). The Surprise. Helbling Languages. </div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-48299583522437335732018-06-20T15:57:00.002+09:002018-06-20T15:58:08.828+09:00Holly the Eco warrior<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="border-image: none;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtK1xGRnrt779GDNElg3R_MgCFzOTLW8wH-XNwzQwhTMc_bP61p34fUnofRGXTj2WeDEwTG7pKn_smenqgcSxflNN6vN4LEtA_99k1psc4Gzr4WIh0FLaUcZglj1E0NINcebYpeiZz4srU/s1600/9783902504418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="282" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtK1xGRnrt779GDNElg3R_MgCFzOTLW8wH-XNwzQwhTMc_bP61p34fUnofRGXTj2WeDEwTG7pKn_smenqgcSxflNN6vN4LEtA_99k1psc4Gzr4WIh0FLaUcZglj1E0NINcebYpeiZz4srU/s320/9783902504418.jpg" width="225" /></a>'I'm not staying here another minute. I'm leaving home!' (p.11)</blockquote>
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'Let's look for those boys... and find your bike!' (p.33)</blockquote>
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David dreams of becoming a great detective, like david Delgado, his hero.</div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-88309271581986272452018-06-06T15:40:00.001+09:002018-06-13T14:51:21.564+09:00The Red-headed League<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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Conan Doyle, A. (2007). The Red-headed League. Helbling Languages.</div>
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High above the city, on a tall column, stands the statue of the Happy Prince. He was covered all over with thin leaves of gold, for eyes he has two bright sapphires, and there is a large red ruby on his sword. One day, he met a swallow. He asked the swallow to give poor people his jewels. The swallow was going to go to Egypt, but he grant his request. Snow comes, swallow knows that it is time for him to die. At the moment, he Happy prince's heart breaks in two. </div>
<br />Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-68728460436928707942018-05-16T16:01:00.002+09:002018-06-13T14:49:22.247+09:00The Frog Prince<div style="border-image: none;">
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"A promise is a promise. And this one you must keep." (p.29)</blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxrXlYdTIpzV0ljTIceXbhdtBGtMAOO_GHmH6ll6lq_LxD5rzdCCVEGOJ2ovWAAmf5Mf1jUftM-WCd7BE_umjgzzalkIp0EbwtTGFkxhSR3KBiI24KPHOdPtK0PgQ9rGkCvjDp0KVg-ca/s1600/76dd272a4400ef767e6a118deb8372a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="842" data-original-width="627" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxrXlYdTIpzV0ljTIceXbhdtBGtMAOO_GHmH6ll6lq_LxD5rzdCCVEGOJ2ovWAAmf5Mf1jUftM-WCd7BE_umjgzzalkIp0EbwtTGFkxhSR3KBiI24KPHOdPtK0PgQ9rGkCvjDp0KVg-ca/s320/76dd272a4400ef767e6a118deb8372a7.jpg" width="238" /></a>The king gave a princess a new ball, a golden ball. She played with the golden ball every day. One day, she began tu play, tossing her golden ball into the air and catching it in her hand near the forest. She continued her game, enjoying her self immensely. Until suddenly... she missed. The ball sank into the water. Then, a frog appeared. The princess did not like frogs. But maybe this frog was not so bad. Maybe this frog could get her golden ball back. But she have to make the frog's wishes come true. the frog said, "I want to play with you. I want to eat with you. I want to sleep on your pillow. I want to be your friend."</div>
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I thought that the frog is brave, and was surprised the end of this story.</div>
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the Brothers Grimm. (1997). The Frog Prince. </div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-59670951155023777292018-05-09T15:50:00.000+09:002018-05-09T15:50:56.942+09:00The Smallest Cow in the World<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="border-image: none;">
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Rosie is the meanest cow inthe world, and Marvin's best friend. When his family moves to a new farm, Marvin is sad and lonely. But she came back and got small. Dad got a little brown bottle. It was a nie dry barn for Rosie. Marvin took Rosie to school. All the other tease Marvin and May. However, his family accepted him. </div>
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Paterson, K. (1991). The Smallest Cow in the World. U.S.A. HarperCollins Publishers.</div>
<br />Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-33749144475595072172018-04-25T15:59:00.003+09:002018-04-25T15:59:41.554+09:00Remember Miranda<blockquote class="tr_bq" style="border-image: none;">
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Cathy Wilson is driving to Norfolk , to begin her new job with the Harvey family. She is going to look after the two young children, Tim and Susan. Cathy meets the children's father, and their grandmother, and their aunt. She meets Nick, the farmer who lives across the fields. But she doesn't meet Miranda, the children's mother , because miranda is dead.</div>
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She died two years ago, and Cathy cannot learn anything about her. Everybody remembers Miranda, but nobody wants to talk about her...</div>
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Akinyemi, R. (2000). Remember Miranda. </div>
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<br />Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-4752281795016771492018-04-25T15:36:00.000+09:002018-04-25T15:59:41.661+09:00Lost at Sea<blockquote class="tr_bq">
She says a storm is coming. (p.7)</blockquote>
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I read "Lost at Sea". <br />
I thought that it is bad to become addicated to anything. Because of that, they made a big mistake.<br />
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Tyler, Daniela, and their eriends take their boat out for the day to swim near an island. The weather suddenly becomes worse and they are trapped at sea without their engine as night falls. What are they going to do?<br />
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Waring, R and Jamell, M. (2006). Lost at Sea. Boston, MA. Thomson ELT.Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-380812341237245132018-04-18T15:42:00.000+09:002018-04-25T15:59:41.590+09:00Aesop's Fables<div style="border-image: none;">
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These stories were first told so long ago, no one knows who really wrote them. (p.3)</blockquote>
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I'm going to introduce Aesop's Fables. This book was written by Watson, C. It consists of eight stories. I read chapter 4: The fox and the stork and chapter 8: The lion and the mouse.</div>
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The moral of chapter 4 is "Play mean tricks on people and they may play them back on you."</div>
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I think these stories are useful in education of children.</div>
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Watson, C. (2007). Aesop's Fables. London, UK. Usborn.</div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-81195721600197373852018-04-18T15:25:00.001+09:002018-04-25T15:59:41.697+09:00The lost cup<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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I read "The Lost Cup". It was written by James Broadbridge. This book part of the AtamaiiBooks series and fiction.</div>
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I am a detective looking for the lost world cup of soccer in this story. I follow it to Rio.</div>
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James, B. (2014). The lost cup. Tokyo and Florida: Atama-ii Books.</div>
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<br />Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-42280189062331828922018-04-18T14:34:00.001+09:002018-06-13T14:53:27.394+09:00A Little Princess<div style="border-image: none;">
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Sara Crewe is a very rich little girl. She fast comes to England when she is seven, and her father takes her to Miss Minchin's school in London. Then he goes back to his work in India. Sara is very sad at first, but she soon makes friends at school.</div>
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Bassett, J. (2000). A Little Princess. Oxford University Pre</div>
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Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-88578525420160003072018-02-01T15:58:00.001+09:002018-02-01T16:26:50.782+09:00The Ransom of Red Chief<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKeW4-54-Ady7erEJRZFuAzmXRPku8yvYzcLDcuOM9siWy2f8K0GWP5DikNqaiYARbFWMUgv-AR1TGNNS342T7Xi_AF7NKqulxjx10KfozTQnZSEfQ_WxJnTx4QhydavgLLBCt2jpGPw0/s1600/511yFsOsOZL._SX335_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="337" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKeW4-54-Ady7erEJRZFuAzmXRPku8yvYzcLDcuOM9siWy2f8K0GWP5DikNqaiYARbFWMUgv-AR1TGNNS342T7Xi_AF7NKqulxjx10KfozTQnZSEfQ_WxJnTx4QhydavgLLBCt2jpGPw0/s320/511yFsOsOZL._SX335_BO1%252C204%252C203%252C200_.jpg" width="216" /></a>Bill and Sam arrive in the small American town of Summit with only two hundred dollars, but they need more and Sam has an idea for making a lot of money. When things start to go very wrong, both men soon regret their visit - and the idea.<br />
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O.Henry. The Ranson of Red Chief. (2000). Oxford University Press.<br />
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Cristina Renaldi works for the Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes in Buenos Aires. She loves art and is happy with her life. Then one day she has a motorbike accident and can't remember some things. But there are two men who think she remembers too much, and they want to kill her before she tells the police what she saw.<br />
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Sarah Scott-Malden. A picture to remember. (1999). Cambridge University Press.<br />
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<img src="webkit-fake-url://ac08f1fe-e53c-4ee9-b78d-b8be140d19f7/imagejpeg" />Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-11908043621783601712018-02-01T15:31:00.004+09:002018-02-01T16:23:07.528+09:00Anne of Green Gables<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLdzl96c2QqFVxn_AaLBdFPRGhdeN4T0D2PZcCAqThO9N2tNsqmPqoZvet6lpjxeVJUvcRtbSgTELiU9zgIg7yn7EsM_DjmLjPBRYMUhfbgHOZh7iySoF8YtyDG1iQjqhigACRQ43DsqK/s1600/%25E3%2583%2580%25E3%2582%25A6%25E3%2583%25B3%25E3%2583%25AD%25E3%2583%25BC%25E3%2583%2589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="273" data-original-width="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLdzl96c2QqFVxn_AaLBdFPRGhdeN4T0D2PZcCAqThO9N2tNsqmPqoZvet6lpjxeVJUvcRtbSgTELiU9zgIg7yn7EsM_DjmLjPBRYMUhfbgHOZh7iySoF8YtyDG1iQjqhigACRQ43DsqK/s1600/%25E3%2583%2580%25E3%2582%25A6%25E3%2583%25B3%25E3%2583%25AD%25E3%2583%25BC%25E3%2583%2589.jpg" /></a>Marilla Cuthbert and her brother Matthew want to adopt an orphan, to help on the farm at Green Gables. They ask for a boy, but they get Anne, who has red hair and freckles, and who talk and talks and talks.<br />
They didn't want a girl, but how can they send a child back, like an unwanted parcel? So Anne stays, and begins a new life in the sleepy, quiet after Anne comes to live there...<br />
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L.M.Montgomery. Anne of Green Gables. (2000). Oxford University Press.<br />
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Sue Leather. Dead Cold. (2006). Cambridge University Press.</div>
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<br />Rukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02522470409494602322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4198863183506298887.post-11949884161825985472018-01-31T09:12:00.001+09:002018-02-01T16:49:45.668+09:00Just like a movie<div style="border-image: none;">
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Sue Leather. Just Like A Movie. (2000). Cambridge University Press.</div>
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