In my mailbox #8

Jeg kan ikke tenke meg noe bedre enn å få gratis bøker! Kan du? Norli har et opplegg hvor hvis du kjøper engelsk pocket bok, så får du et stempel. Når du har fått 9 stempler, så får du en engelsk pocketbok som du velger selv gratis! Hvorfor har ikke andre bokbutikker slike tilbud?

Her er bøkene jeg kjøpte: 

Den 5 boken i Vampire Academy.

Zara White suspects there's a freaky guy semi-stalking her. She's also obsessed with phobias. And it's true, she hasn't exactly been herself since her stepfather died. But exiling her to shivery Maine to live with her grandmother? That seems a bit extreme. The move is supposed to help her stay sane...but Zara's pretty sure her mom just can't deal with her right now.

She couldn't be more wrong. Turns out the semi-stalker is not a figment of Zara's overactive imagination. In fact, he's still following her, leaving behind an eerie trail of gold dust. There's something not right - not human - in this sleepy Maine town, and all signs point to Zara. /Goodreads/

Andre boken i serien. 

Tredje boken i serien. 

Dette er det jeg holder på å studere for øyeblikket, og boken inneholder en hel haug av oversatte dødsritualer i gamle egypt. Spennende! 














Denne boken er bestilt og venter på at jeg skal få den i posten! 

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted imply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran. /goodreads.com/



Hvorfor er det slik når man forteller seg selv at nå skal jeg ikke kjøpe flere bøker før jeg har lest de jeg har, så ender jeg alltid opp med en haug med nye bøker? Jaja!