<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571</id><updated>2012-01-30T13:28:27.571Z</updated><title type='text'>100 fim à vista...</title><subtitle type='html'>As minhas leituras. O diminuir do monte interminável, sem fim à vista.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>315</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7387671272793060220</id><published>2012-01-28T13:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:28:27.670Z</updated><title type='text'>4. A Decisão Final do Major Pettigrew, Helen Simonson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10270468/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703414400759440946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5X7Ii7XNoHQ/TyaZLfQdJjI/AAAAAAAACq8/mAzRWPbt6Gg/s200/adecisaofinaldomajorpettigrew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;400 Páginas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Major Ernest Pettigrew não está interessado nas frivolidades do mundo moderno. Desde a morte da mulher, Nancy, que ele tenta evitar as coscuvilheiras da aldeia, o seu ganancioso filho e a cada vez mais evidente suburbanização do campo inglês, preferindo levar uma vida calma defendendo os valores tradicionais pelos quais as pessoas se regem há várias gerações.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando a morte do irmão desencadeia uma amizade inesperada com a Sr.ª Ali, uma viúva paquistanesa, dona da loja da aldeia, o Major é arrastado do seu mundo disciplinado e forçado a confrontar as realidades da vida no século XXI. Unidos pelo amor à literatura e pela perda dos respetivos cônjuges, o Major e a Sr.ª Ali cedo descobrem que a sua amizade se está a transformar em algo mais profundo. Mas, embora o Major tenha nascido em Lahore e a Sr.ª Ali em Cambridge, a sociedade da aldeia insiste em considera-lo, a ele, como um verdadeiro inglês e a ela como uma permanente estrangeira. O Major sempre teve um orgulho especial na sua aldeia, mas como irão os caóticos acontecimentos recentes afetar a sua relação com o local que ele considera o seu lar? Escrito com uma perceção aguda e um encantador sentido de humor, este livro é uma história de amor enternecedora com um inesquecível elenco de personagens, e questiona o que cada um deve sacrificar da sua felicidade pessoal a favor das obrigações familiares e dos valores tradicionais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7387671272793060220?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7387671272793060220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7387671272793060220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7387671272793060220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7387671272793060220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-decisao-final-do-major-pettigrew.html' title='4. A Decisão Final do Major Pettigrew, Helen Simonson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5X7Ii7XNoHQ/TyaZLfQdJjI/AAAAAAAACq8/mAzRWPbt6Gg/s72-c/adecisaofinaldomajorpettigrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7030530342416214636</id><published>2012-01-21T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:05:56.159Z</updated><title type='text'>3. Live Wire, Harlan Coben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10403405/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701925903873544338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrMaWQ80AQg/TyFPZkP7EJI/AAAAAAAACqw/N-VOjfRonmg/s200/live-wire-harlan-coben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 352 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myron Bolitar has always dreamed about the voluptuous femme fatale walking into his office and asking for help. The woman standing in his doorway has killer curves, all right: She's eight months pregnant, which kind of ruins the fantasy. Former tennis star Suzze T and her rock star husband, Lex, are both clients, and over the years Myron has negotiated his share of contracts for the power pair. But now Lex has disappeared and a very pregnant Suzze is in tears, fearing the online rumors questioning the baby's paternity have driven away the man she swears is the child's father.&lt;br /&gt;For Myron, questions of fatherhood couldn't hit closer to home, as his dad, Al, clings to life, and the brother who abandoned the family years ago resurfaces-with danger following close behind. Myron is soon forced to confront deep secrets in Suzze's past, his family's mortality-and before Live Wire is over, his own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7030530342416214636?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7030530342416214636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7030530342416214636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7030530342416214636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7030530342416214636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-live-wire-harlan-coben.html' title='3. Live Wire, Harlan Coben'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrMaWQ80AQg/TyFPZkP7EJI/AAAAAAAACqw/N-VOjfRonmg/s72-c/live-wire-harlan-coben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2218814959872633878</id><published>2012-01-15T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:59:50.326Z</updated><title type='text'>2. O Sentido do Fim, Julian Barnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13076043-o-sentido-do-fim"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701924374743850930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2dgGJk0kjE/TyFOAjy_n7I/AAAAAAAACqY/-lnFNxuQtuE/s200/sentido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;152 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tony Webster e a sua clique só conheceram Adrian Finn no fim do liceu. Famintos de livros e de sexo, e sem namoradas, viviam esses dias em conjunto, trocando afetações, piadas privativas, rumores, e mordacidades de todo o género. Talvez Adrian fosse mais sério do que os outros, e seria certamente mais inteligente. Mesmo assim juraram que ficariam amigos para o resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tony está agora reformado. Teve uma carreira, um casamento e um divórcio amigável. E nunca fez nada para magoar ninguém - ou pelo menos acredita nisso. Mas a chegada da carta de uma advogada desencadeia uma série de surpresas e acontecimentos inesperados que lhe vão mostrar que a memória é afinal uma coisa altamente imperfeita O Sentido do Fim, o mais recente romance de Julian Barnes e livro recém-galardoado com o Man Booker Prize 2011 - é a história de um homem que se confronta com o seu passado mutável. Com marcas da literatura inglesa clássica - na apreciação do júri que o distinguiu - O Sentido do Fim constrói, com grande delicadeza e precisão, uma trama tensa, forte, e revela a mestria de um dos maiores escritores dos nossos tempos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2218814959872633878?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2218814959872633878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2218814959872633878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2218814959872633878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2218814959872633878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-o-sentido-do-fim-julian-barnes.html' title='2. O Sentido do Fim, Julian Barnes'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2dgGJk0kjE/TyFOAjy_n7I/AAAAAAAACqY/-lnFNxuQtuE/s72-c/sentido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1689529468935913639</id><published>2012-01-14T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:57:35.722Z</updated><title type='text'>1. The Marriage Plot, Jeffrey Eugenides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10344919/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701923393571622146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYFpRLH-1gA/TyFNHcpTjQI/AAAAAAAACqM/jRG13CyGokU/s200/the-marriage-plot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;440 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s the early 1980s. In American colleges, the wised-up kids are inhaling Derrida and listening to Talking Heads. But Madeleine Hanna, dutiful English major, is writing her senior thesis on Jane Austen and George Eliot, purveyors of the marriage plot that lies at the heart of the greatest English novels. As Madeleine studies the age-old motivations of the human heart, real life, in the form of two very different guys, intervenes. Leonard Bankhead – charismatic loner and college Darwinist – suddenly turns up in a seminar, and soon Madeleine finds herself in a highly charged erotic and intellectual relationship with him. At the same time, her old friend Mitchell Grammaticus – who’s been reading Christian mysticism and generally acting strange – resurfaces, obsessed with the idea that Madeleine is destined to be his mate.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next year, as the members of the triangle in this spellbinding novel graduate from college and enter the real world, events force them to reevaluate everything they have learned. Leonard and Madeleine move to a biology laboratory on Cape Cod, but can’t escape the secret responsible for Leonard’s seemingly inexhaustible energy and plunging moods. And Mitchell, traveling around the world to get Madeleine out of his mind, finds himself face-to-face with ultimate questions about the meaning of life, the existence of God, and the true nature of love.&lt;br /&gt;Are the great love stories of the nineteenth century dead? Or can there be a new story, written for today and alive to the realities of feminism, sexual freedom, prenups, and divorce? With devastating wit and an abiding understanding of and affection for his characters, Jeffrey Eugenides revives the motivating energies of the novel, while creating a story so contemporary and fresh that it reads like the intimate journal of our own lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1689529468935913639?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1689529468935913639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1689529468935913639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1689529468935913639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1689529468935913639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-marriage-plot-jeffrey-eugenides.html' title='1. The Marriage Plot, Jeffrey Eugenides'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vYFpRLH-1gA/TyFNHcpTjQI/AAAAAAAACqM/jRG13CyGokU/s72-c/the-marriage-plot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-6045329834146151463</id><published>2012-01-09T15:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:15:29.437Z</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O ano passado foi um 'cadinho melhor do que tem sido hábito, pelo que ainda há esperança. O objectivo para este ano são 40 livros. Triste, para quem já conseguiu ler 67 por ano... Mas pronto, é o que temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(já agora dava jeito que me livrasse do The Marriage Plot que estou a ler há 1 mês e a achar insuportável...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-6045329834146151463?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/6045329834146151463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=6045329834146151463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6045329834146151463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6045329834146151463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4461335815331521589</id><published>2011-12-10T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:11:10.954Z</updated><title type='text'>35. Tick Tock, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOs2a8AewQk/TvSZL0_wt2I/AAAAAAAACo4/rtGwqaen2To/s1600/James-Patterson-Tick-Tock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689340657759467362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOs2a8AewQk/TvSZL0_wt2I/AAAAAAAACo4/rtGwqaen2To/s200/James-Patterson-Tick-Tock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;496 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A bomb set in one of New York's busiest places is discovered before it explodes. But relief turns to terror when the police realise it is just a warning of greater devastation to come. The city calls on Detective Michael Bennett, pulling him away from a seaside vacation with his ten adopted children and their beloved nanny, Mary Catherine - leaving his entire family open to attack. Bennett enlists the help of a former colleague, FBI Agent Emily Parker. His affection for Emily grows into attraction and then something stronger, and his relationship with Mary Catherine takes an unexpected turn. Another horrifying crime leads Bennett to a shocking discovery that exposes the killer's pattern - and the earth-shattering enormity of his plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4461335815331521589?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4461335815331521589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4461335815331521589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4461335815331521589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4461335815331521589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/12/35-tick-tock-james-patterson.html' title='35. Tick Tock, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOs2a8AewQk/TvSZL0_wt2I/AAAAAAAACo4/rtGwqaen2To/s72-c/James-Patterson-Tick-Tock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-6370674362866382124</id><published>2011-12-07T14:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:06:02.821Z</updated><title type='text'>34. Cross Fire, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCxF0RFE4FQ/TvSWxtoMdkI/AAAAAAAACos/XlbDC9OdyZc/s1600/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689338010081719874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCxF0RFE4FQ/TvSWxtoMdkI/AAAAAAAACos/XlbDC9OdyZc/s200/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 464 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detective Alex Cross and Bree's wedding plans are put on hold when Alex is called to the scene of the perfectly executed assassination of two of Washington D.C.'s most corrupt: a dirty congressmen and an underhanded lobbyist. Next, the elusive gunman begins picking off other crooked politicians, sparking a blaze of theories--is the marksman a hero or a vigilante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The case explodes, and the FBI assigns agent Max Siegel to the investigation. As Alex and Siegel battle over jurisdiction, the murders continue. It becomes clear that they are the work of a professional who has detailed knowledge of his victims' movements--information that only a Washington insider could possess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Alex contends with the sniper, Siegel, and the wedding, he receives a call from his deadliest adversary, Kyle Craig. The Mastermind is in D.C. and will not relent until he has eliminated Cross and his family for good. With a supercharged blend of action, deception, and suspense, Cross Fire is James Patterson's most visceral and exciting Alex Cross novel ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-6370674362866382124?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/6370674362866382124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=6370674362866382124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6370674362866382124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6370674362866382124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/12/34-cross-fire-james-patterson.html' title='34. Cross Fire, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCxF0RFE4FQ/TvSWxtoMdkI/AAAAAAAACos/XlbDC9OdyZc/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4258626957136525137</id><published>2011-11-30T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:42:33.233Z</updated><title type='text'>33. O Princípe da Neblina, Carlos Ruiz Záfon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10270472"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681123569768641490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QXapKIHVTo/TtdnyW0os9I/AAAAAAAACog/O9RV337-JSQ/s200/O%252BPr%2525C3%2525ADncipe%252Bda%252BNeblina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 208 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O primeiro livro da trilogia Neblina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um diabólico príncipe que tem a capacidade de conceder e realizar qualquer desejo... a um preço muito elevado. O novo lar dos Carver, numa remota aldeia da costa sul inglesa, está rodeado de mistério. Respira-se e sente-se a presença do espírito de Jacob, o filho dos antigos donos, que morreu afogado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As estranhas circunstâncias dessa morte só se começam a perceber à medida que os jovens Max, a irmã Alicia e o amigo Roland vão descobrindo factos muito perturbadores sobre uma misteriosa personagem de seu nome… o Príncipe da Neblina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4258626957136525137?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4258626957136525137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4258626957136525137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4258626957136525137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4258626957136525137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/11/33-o-principe-da-neblina-carlos-ruiz.html' title='33. O Princípe da Neblina, Carlos Ruiz Záfon'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QXapKIHVTo/TtdnyW0os9I/AAAAAAAACog/O9RV337-JSQ/s72-c/O%252BPr%2525C3%2525ADncipe%252Bda%252BNeblina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5603289727302552358</id><published>2011-11-24T12:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:15:53.343Z</updated><title type='text'>32. Pensa num Número, John Verdon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10270471"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680389782306660258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJgl5vbqDfs/TtTMaTgln6I/AAAAAAAACoU/5H6KMCNm5z8/s200/2011%2B10%2B14%2Bpensa%2Bnum%2Bnum3ro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;448 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelo correio chega uma série de cartas perturbadoras que terminam com uma declaração inquietante: «Pensa num número qualquer até mil, o primeiro que te vier à cabeça... Repara agora como eu conheço bem os teus segredos.» Estranhamente, aqueles que obedecem constatam que o remetente de tais cartas previu com precisão a sua escolha. Para Dave Gurney, um inspector de homicídios recém-reformado da Polícia de Nova Iorque e amigo de um dos alvos das missivas, o que primeiro lhe pareceu um caso estranho depressa se transforma num complicado quebra-cabeças que levará a uma investigação em grande escala na busca de um pérfido assassino em série. Convidado como consultor pelo gabinete do procurador, em pouco tempo Gurney consegue alguns avanços na descoberta de pistas que a polícia local negligenciara. Ainda assim, diante de um adversário que parece ter o dom da clarividência e antecipar-se a todos os passos, vê os seus melhores esforços dissiparem-se como areia por entre os dedos. Terá encontrado, ao fim de vinte e cinco anos de carreira exemplar, um adversário capaz de o vencer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5603289727302552358?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5603289727302552358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5603289727302552358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5603289727302552358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5603289727302552358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/11/32-pensa-num-numero-john-verdon.html' title='32. Pensa num Número, John Verdon'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJgl5vbqDfs/TtTMaTgln6I/AAAAAAAACoU/5H6KMCNm5z8/s72-c/2011%2B10%2B14%2Bpensa%2Bnum%2Bnum3ro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5582640646385463055</id><published>2011-11-14T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:10:35.400Z</updated><title type='text'>31. The Very Picture of You, Isabel Wolff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10220281/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675254575012779058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_IxCT5gmws/TsKN95mMFDI/AAAAAAAACoI/v2FYHbDaLb4/s200/imgVerPicture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 371 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A forbidden love, a life-long secret, and one chance to make the right decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ella has always been an artist, jotting down pictures from a young age, and now in her thirties she has made it her profession. Commissioned to capture memories, fading beauty and family moments, her sitters often reveal more about themselves than merely their outward appearance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Ella's younger sister Chloe asks her to paint a portrait of her new fiancé Nate, Ella is reluctant. He is a brash American who Ella thinks has proposed far too fast, so the thought of spending many hours alone with him fills her with dread. But before long Ella realises there is more to Nate than meets the eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beautifully inter-weaving the stories of Ella's sitters – from the old lady with a wartime secret, to the handsome politician who has a confession to make – with Ella's own hunt for her real father and slow realization that she is falling in love with the wrong man, Isabel Wolff delivers a mesmerizing story that delivers a powerful emotional punch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A truly unforgettable portrait of the many aspects of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5582640646385463055?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5582640646385463055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5582640646385463055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5582640646385463055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5582640646385463055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/11/31-very-picture-of-you-isabel-wolff.html' title='31. The Very Picture of You, Isabel Wolff'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_IxCT5gmws/TsKN95mMFDI/AAAAAAAACoI/v2FYHbDaLb4/s72-c/imgVerPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7602576292679064590</id><published>2011-11-12T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:03:25.397Z</updated><title type='text'>30. Torres Gémea, Cidades Distantes, Fernando Correia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10276254"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674866858821239090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXg8awwp35w/TsEtV2OtQTI/AAAAAAAACn8/QRTX_wlBa3k/s200/livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O narrador de Torres Gémeas, Cidades Distantes, alternadamente, vai dando a conhecer ao leitor o quotidiano de Romualdo, um jovem advogado, e de Sofia, uma estudante universitária a frequentar o último ano da sua licenciatura, cujos destinos, casualmente, se cruzam, levando a que a narrativa passe a englobar uma única história, onde os ingredientes centrais são o mistério, o amor, a traição e o crime, temperados por uma boa dose de incerteza e por um fim inesperado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7602576292679064590?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7602576292679064590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7602576292679064590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7602576292679064590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7602576292679064590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/11/30-torres-gemea-cidades-distantes.html' title='30. Torres Gémea, Cidades Distantes, Fernando Correia'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXg8awwp35w/TsEtV2OtQTI/AAAAAAAACn8/QRTX_wlBa3k/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1685881238218813829</id><published>2011-11-11T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:58:15.316Z</updated><title type='text'>29. O Ladrão da Eternidade, Clive Barker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/10270462/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673782960852077394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lgsK91unuI/Tr1TirpAi1I/AAAAAAAACnk/XON1vxMOMRs/s200/Ladrao_da_Eternidade_Outono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando, nos longos meses de Inverno, um rapaz chamado Harvey se sente a morrer de tédio, eis que surge um homem que o conduz para uma estranha e fascinante casa onde em cada dia passam as quatro estações do ano e não há regras, apenas divertimento e milagres. A casa de férias do Senhor Hood existe há mais de 1000 anos, oferecendo as boas-vindas a todas as crianças e satisfazendo todos os seus desejos. Mas quando Harvey encontra um lago povoado por criaturas que eram, outrora, crianças como ele, descobre que há um preço a pagar pela sua estadia na casa, e o que era um sonho tornado realidade, cedo se transforma num pesadelo…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1685881238218813829?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1685881238218813829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1685881238218813829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1685881238218813829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1685881238218813829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/11/29-o-ladrao-da-eternidade-clive-barker.html' title='29. O Ladrão da Eternidade, Clive Barker'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8lgsK91unuI/Tr1TirpAi1I/AAAAAAAACnk/XON1vxMOMRs/s72-c/Ladrao_da_Eternidade_Outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5252272475442325839</id><published>2011-11-06T23:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:29:23.672Z</updated><title type='text'>28. As Loucuras de Brooklyn, Paul Auster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoXCGqwF25g/Trfp_nOounI/AAAAAAAACnY/ko9NDQHp9Dg/s1600/9789724146348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672259534767831666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoXCGqwF25g/Trfp_nOounI/AAAAAAAACnY/ko9NDQHp9Dg/s200/9789724146348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;300 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tendo como pano de fundo as polémicas eleições americanas de 2000, As Loucuras de Brooklyn conta-nos a história de Nathan e do seu sobrinho Tom. Divorciado e afastado da sua única filha, Nathan procura apenas a solidão e o anonimato. Por seu lado, o atormentado Tom está a fugir da sua em tempos promissora carreira académica e da vida em geral. Acidentalmente, acabam ambos a viver no mesmo subúrbio de Brooklyn, e juntos descobrem inesperadamente uma comunidade que pulsa de vida e oferece uma súbita e imprevisível possibilidade de redenção. Sob a égide de Walt Whitman, desfila neste livro toda a dimensão e multiplicidade de Brooklyn: os personagens típicos de bairro, drag queens, intelectuais frustrados, empregadas de cafés decadentes, a burguesia urbana, tudo isto sob o olhar ternurento que Auster lança da mítica ponte de Brooklyn, sem contudo deixar de orquestrar romances improváveis e diálogos hilariantes, e considerar experiências tão extremas como o casamento entre uma actriz pornográfica e um fanático religioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5252272475442325839?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5252272475442325839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5252272475442325839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5252272475442325839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5252272475442325839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/11/28-as-loucuras-de-brooklyn-paul-auster.html' title='28. As Loucuras de Brooklyn, Paul Auster'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RoXCGqwF25g/Trfp_nOounI/AAAAAAAACnY/ko9NDQHp9Dg/s72-c/9789724146348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-389963225778727488</id><published>2011-10-23T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:40:07.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27. Trace, Patricia Cornwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/2168482/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667391872370644706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MK2mpyAqkI/Tqae4XuWluI/AAAAAAAACnM/dcZdRD_WrB8/s200/trace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 416 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr. Kay Scarpetta, now freelancing from south Florida, returns to the city that turned its back on her five years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Trace, Scarpetta travels to Richmond, Virginia, at the odd behest of the recently appointed Chief Medical Examiner, who claims that he needs her help to solve a perplexing crime. When she arrives, however, Scarpetta finds that nothing is as she expected: her former lab is in the final stages of demolition; the inept chief isn't the one who requested her after all; her old assistant chief has developed personal problems that he won't reveal; and a glamorous FBI agent, whom Marino dislikes instantly, meddles with the case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deprived of assistance from colleagues Benton and Lucy, who are embroiled in what first appears to be an unrelated attempted rape by a stalker, Scarpetta is faced with investigating the death of a fourteen-year-old girl, working with the smallest pieces of evidence-traces that only the most thorough hunters can identify. She must follow the twisting leads and track the strange details in order to make the dead speak-and to reveal the sad truth that may be more than even she can bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-389963225778727488?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/389963225778727488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=389963225778727488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/389963225778727488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/389963225778727488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/10/27-trace-patricia-cornwell.html' title='27. Trace, Patricia Cornwell'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MK2mpyAqkI/Tqae4XuWluI/AAAAAAAACnM/dcZdRD_WrB8/s72-c/trace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8663066481014311614</id><published>2011-10-10T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:33:46.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>26. No Seu Mundo, Jodi Picoult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8538714/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667391155401582050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXCerzFhYxs/TqaeOozm5eI/AAAAAAAACnA/wK2ykr8Kprg/s200/picoult.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;624 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jacob Hunter é um adolescente: brilhante a Matemática, sentido de humor aguçado, extraordinariamente bem organizado, incapaz de seguir as regras sociais. Jacob tem síndrome de Asperger. Está preso no seu próprio mundo – consciente do mundo exterior e querendo relacionar-se com ele. Jacob tenta ser um rapaz como os outros mas não sabe como o conseguir. Quando o seu tutor é encontrado morto, todos os sinais típicos da síndrome de Asperger – não olhar as pessoas nos olhos, movimentos descontrolados, acções inapropriadas – são identificados pela Polícia como sinais de culpa. E a mãe de Jacob tem de fazer a si própria a pergunta mais difícil do mundo: será o seu filho capaz de matar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8663066481014311614?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8663066481014311614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8663066481014311614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8663066481014311614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8663066481014311614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/10/26-no-seu-mundo-jodi-picoult.html' title='26. No Seu Mundo, Jodi Picoult'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXCerzFhYxs/TqaeOozm5eI/AAAAAAAACnA/wK2ykr8Kprg/s72-c/picoult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8535819037241450571</id><published>2011-09-25T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:56:07.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25. A Darker Domain, Val McDermid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ia6os8SAHGo/ToCubHKvwhI/AAAAAAAACm4/TW7Ml6HYZ-k/s1600/val-mcdermid.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656712912781165074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ia6os8SAHGo/ToCubHKvwhI/AAAAAAAACm4/TW7Ml6HYZ-k/s200/val-mcdermid.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 392 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1984. The National miners' strike is dividing the country, and in a struggling coal-mining town, the miners and their families are living at the edge of their resources. They have no money, and there is no food or heating. On the 14th of December, five miners break ranks to travel to Nottingham and work. For those who stay behind, this is an unforgivable betrayal, and the men are branded as scabs. 23 years later, a young woman is asking the police to trace her missing father: miner Mick Prentice vanished, never to be seen again, although money has been sent to his family; he was widely considered to be one of the scabs. Soon, D I Karen Pirie and DS Phil Parharta find themselves investigating a forgotten disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;This is the provocative premise of Val McDermid's latest novel, A Darker Domain, and this utterly compelling book is further proof that McDermid is determined to stretch the parameters of what crime fiction is supposedly capable of. McDermid has always been prepared to freight serious issues into her work, and this novel -- which, in many ways, is an examination of the conditions that produced the Britain we live in today -- demonstrates the continuing high level of her ambition.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Karen Pirie, when taking on this new assignment, is already involved in a case of kidnapping that took place 22 years earlier (in which a woman was killed during a bungled handover of money). Journalist Bel Richmond makes a startling discovery concerning the MacLennan kidnapping while on holiday in Tuscany, and as the three protagonists dig deeper into ever-more labyrinthine mysteries, they are to make some remarkable discoveries -- discoveries which throw light not just on the crimes involved, but on the whole of British society.&lt;br /&gt;As all of this might suggest, the stakes here are as high as one is likely to find in a crime novel, and Val McDermid demonstrates that she is as capable as ever of integrating the demands of the page-turning crime narrative with a discussion of the things that make society tick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8535819037241450571?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8535819037241450571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8535819037241450571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8535819037241450571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8535819037241450571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/09/25-darker-domain-val-mcdermid.html' title='25. A Darker Domain, Val McDermid'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ia6os8SAHGo/ToCubHKvwhI/AAAAAAAACm4/TW7Ml6HYZ-k/s72-c/val-mcdermid.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2588000063532889988</id><published>2011-09-16T17:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:54:38.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>24. Caught, Harlan Coben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59WXJJs7nDo/ToCuGnTlv5I/AAAAAAAACmw/0S2v95zcJS4/s1600/caught.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656712560630939538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59WXJJs7nDo/ToCuGnTlv5I/AAAAAAAACmw/0S2v95zcJS4/s200/caught.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 380 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wendy is a reporter on a mission: She's chasing down the lowest of the low-sexual predators-and exposing them on national television. Her big break comes when she nails a child advocate who works with abused and underserved children. She's there, cameras rolling, when the cops cuff him and the guy realizes his life is well and truly over. Three months later, the perp is off the grid, missing and presumed dead after the father of a victim claims to have killed him. Wendy, proud to have taken the man down in front of a shocked television audience, has moved on to the story of a missing girl, Erin, in a nearby suburb. The whole country is obsessed with finding this child, and Wendy should be well on her way to journalistic superstardom. Then is all comes unhinged: Wendy gets a phone call that changes everything. A group of local fathers, out of work and not above vigilante justice, begins to take matters into their own hands on Erin's behalf. Secrets long-buried rise to the surface and Wendy begins to wonder if her assumptions that fateful night three months ago were based on solid investigative journalism-or if she has unwittingly been part of a grand manipulation aiming to destroy an innocent man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2588000063532889988?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2588000063532889988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2588000063532889988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2588000063532889988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2588000063532889988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/09/24-caught-harlan-coben.html' title='24. Caught, Harlan Coben'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59WXJJs7nDo/ToCuGnTlv5I/AAAAAAAACmw/0S2v95zcJS4/s72-c/caught.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2928363536298563767</id><published>2011-09-10T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:51:37.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23. Indelible, Karin Slaughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KA2lSElsMI/ToCtYcMWYyI/AAAAAAAACmo/JItARLuR7qI/s1600/indelible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656711767373800226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KA2lSElsMI/ToCtYcMWYyI/AAAAAAAACmo/JItARLuR7qI/s200/indelible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;416 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Karin Slaughter’s reputation grows apace, and Indelible sports all the customary fingerprints. Over the space of a handful of novels, the author has built a reputation as one of the key crime novelists at work today. What's her secret? In some ways, Slaughter’s work is a refining of the Southern Gothic idiom that has been the bedrock of so much atmospheric work in the past, but Slaughter’s way with the form is entirely her own, and despite the lashings of atmosphere, she never forgets that a crime novelist has to be rigorous in the arena of plotting--and that’s her strongest suit.&lt;br /&gt;Medical examiner Sara Linton and police chief Jeffrey Tolliver take a trip from the pressures of Heartsdale (in the hope of straightening out their relationship), but a detour to Jeffrey’s hometown lands them in the most difficult case of their career.&lt;br /&gt;Readers are probably growing weary of the inevitable comparison novels like Slaughter’s draw with those of Thomas Harris--and rightly so. But the trouble is, such comparisons are right on the nail for Slaughter. She may not quite have the older writer's authority, but she is undoubtedly skilled at creating a delicious, unsettling tension in the reader--as is very much the case in Indelible. And she’s careful, too, to ensure that the relationship between Sara Linton and Jeffrey Tolliver isn’t sidelined by the accelerating tension--that relationship is moved on considerably here. The fulsome praise on the jacket from such fellow scribes as John Connolly and Michael Connelly is more than professional courtesy here--they’re fully justified by the work on offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2928363536298563767?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2928363536298563767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2928363536298563767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2928363536298563767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2928363536298563767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/09/23-indelible-karin-slaughter.html' title='23. Indelible, Karin Slaughter'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KA2lSElsMI/ToCtYcMWYyI/AAAAAAAACmo/JItARLuR7qI/s72-c/indelible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3567824460568806462</id><published>2011-09-08T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:49:50.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Out of My Depth, Emily Barr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQw9lMdGrc/ToCs1w8RqrI/AAAAAAAACmg/zBh0hxvS8fo/s1600/out-of-my-depth.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656711171648105138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQw9lMdGrc/ToCs1w8RqrI/AAAAAAAACmg/zBh0hxvS8fo/s200/out-of-my-depth.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 416 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Susie decides to invite her old school friends for a reunion she tells herself that it's just about showing off. It's about letting Amanda, Izzy and Tamsin, see how well she's done, with her successful career as an artist, her gorgeous house in France, her deliciously louche boyfriend. But the truth is that this is a dark plan. A plan that could make or break her seemingly perfect life!and she knows it. As the old friends gather at Susie's for a long weekend of catching up and comparisons, it is clear that despite their lives having taken very different turns, they are all still haunted by a dark and common past. They each know that up until now they have been treading water -- waiting for the inevitable moment when they have to face the truth. The question is, now that the time has come, who will sink and who will swim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3567824460568806462?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3567824460568806462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3567824460568806462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3567824460568806462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3567824460568806462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/09/22-out-of-my-depth-emily-barr.html' title='22. Out of My Depth, Emily Barr'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQw9lMdGrc/ToCs1w8RqrI/AAAAAAAACmg/zBh0hxvS8fo/s72-c/out-of-my-depth.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-318640567002425117</id><published>2011-09-05T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:47:16.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21. O Hipnotista, Lars Kepler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iT5sdSScJpY/ToCsXcxTCgI/AAAAAAAACmY/PTdP_AyvLc0/s1600/hipnotista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656710650837273090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iT5sdSScJpY/ToCsXcxTCgI/AAAAAAAACmY/PTdP_AyvLc0/s200/hipnotista.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 560 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erik Maria Bark é o mais famoso hipnotista da Suécia. Acusado de falta de ética, e com o casamento à beira do colapso, jurou publicamente nunca mais praticar a hipnose nos seus pacientes e há dez anos que se mantém fiel à sua promessa. Até agora. Estocolmo. Uma família é brutalmente assassinada e a única testemunha está internada no hospital em estado de choque; Josef Ek, de apenas 15 anos, presenciou o massacre dos seus pais e irmã mais nova, sendo ele próprio encontrado numa poça de sangue, vivo por milagre. Nessa mesma noite, Erik Maria Bark recebe um telefonema do comissário Joona Linna solicitando os seus serviços ¿ urge descobrir a identidade do assassino e para tal Josef deverá ser hipnotizado. Erik aceita a missão com relutância, longe de imaginar que o que vai encontrar pela frente é um pesadelo capaz de ultrapassar os seus piores receios. Dias mais tarde, o seu filho de 15 anos, Benjamin, é sequestrado da própria casa. Haverá uma ligação entre estes dois casos? Para salvar a vida de Benjamin, o hipnotista deverá enfrentar os fantasmas do seu passado e mergulhar nas mentes mais sombrias e perversas que jamais poderia imaginar; o que tinha por difuso revela-se abominável, o que tinha por suspeito surge como demoníaco. Para Erik, a contagem regressiva já começou...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-318640567002425117?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/318640567002425117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=318640567002425117' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/318640567002425117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/318640567002425117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/09/21-o-hipnotista-lars-kepler.html' title='21. O Hipnotista, Lars Kepler'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iT5sdSScJpY/ToCsXcxTCgI/AAAAAAAACmY/PTdP_AyvLc0/s72-c/hipnotista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2493045176265937562</id><published>2011-08-31T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:44:32.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>20. Blood from Stone, Frances Fyfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDuiQoCZ7gE/ToCrvv_a5EI/AAAAAAAACmQ/jwIklL4gK4M/s1600/Blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656709968802014274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDuiQoCZ7gE/ToCrvv_a5EI/AAAAAAAACmQ/jwIklL4gK4M/s200/Blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 336 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marianne Shearer is at the height of her career, a dauntingly successful barrister, respected by her peers and revered by her clients. So why has she killed herself? Her latest case had again resulted in an acquittal, although the outcome was principally due to the death of the prime witness after Marianne's forceful cross-examination. Had this wholly professional and unemotional lawyer been struck by guilt or uncertainty, or is there some secret to be discovered in her blandly comfortable private life? Her tenacious colleague Peter Friel is determined to find out of that last trial held the reason for her taking her own life. The transcript holds intriguing clues, but it is another witness at the trial who holds the key to the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2493045176265937562?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2493045176265937562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2493045176265937562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2493045176265937562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2493045176265937562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/08/20-blood-from-stone-frances-fyfield.html' title='20. Blood from Stone, Frances Fyfield'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDuiQoCZ7gE/ToCrvv_a5EI/AAAAAAAACmQ/jwIklL4gK4M/s72-c/Blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4087998466568887141</id><published>2011-08-29T17:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:45:11.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19. Uma Questão de Atracção, David Nicholls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdTv1Vk_WsE/ToCrUxfRvNI/AAAAAAAACmI/SszYm1rJyR0/s1600/questao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656709505347599570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdTv1Vk_WsE/ToCrUxfRvNI/AAAAAAAACmI/SszYm1rJyR0/s200/questao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; 400 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brian Jackson, estudante universitário, chegou à faculdade com um desejo mais forte do que o da aquisição de conhecimentos: ser uma estrela do concurso mais famoso da TV. Mas o seu avanço no Desafio Universitário é de certo modo travado pela sua atração crescente pela sedutora Alice Harbinson, que luta para deixar a sua marca como atriz. E, à medida que os obstáculos impedem a sua relação, Brian fica cada vez mais convencido de que só um sucesso esmagador no concurso o fará conquistá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4087998466568887141?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4087998466568887141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4087998466568887141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4087998466568887141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4087998466568887141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/08/19-uma-questao-de-atraccao.html' title='19. Uma Questão de Atracção, David Nicholls'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdTv1Vk_WsE/ToCrUxfRvNI/AAAAAAAACmI/SszYm1rJyR0/s72-c/questao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-6145400923215226613</id><published>2011-08-19T23:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:11:47.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>18. Swimsuit, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9671630/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643620403377340722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtRer63TZXc/TlIq2w50ATI/AAAAAAAACl4/zLnNyLt4Zhw/s200/9780099514626_PI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 479 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kim, a breathtakingly beautiful supermodel on a photo shoot in Hawaii, disappears. Fearing the worst, her parents travel to Hawaii to investigate for themselves, never expecting the horror that awaits them. LA Times reporter Ben Hawkins is conducting his own research into the case, hoping to help the victim and get an idea for his next bestseller. With no leads and no closer to uncovering the kidnapper's identity than when he stepped off the plane, Ben gets a shocking visit that pushes him into an impossible-to-resist deal with the devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A heart-pounding story of fear and desire, Swimsuit transports readers to a chilling new territory where the collision of beauty and murder transforms paradise into a hell of unspeakable horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-6145400923215226613?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/6145400923215226613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=6145400923215226613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6145400923215226613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6145400923215226613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/08/18-swimsuit-james-patterson.html' title='18. Swimsuit, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtRer63TZXc/TlIq2w50ATI/AAAAAAAACl4/zLnNyLt4Zhw/s72-c/9780099514626_PI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7487700786047558008</id><published>2011-08-12T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:30:51.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>17. Sei Onde Estás, Karen Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkOShoc1jUQ/TkpF_Rs-sFI/AAAAAAAAClw/3GpEy0I_BrQ/s1600/sei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641398436621103186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkOShoc1jUQ/TkpF_Rs-sFI/AAAAAAAAClw/3GpEy0I_BrQ/s200/sei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;439 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kristen Mayhew é uma prestigiada advogada de acusação. Vive com paixão cada um dos seus casos, mas guarda, há muito, um segredo que a mantém solitária. Kristen tem, sem o saber, um admirador silencioso. Observa-a, sabe de todos os seus passos, das suas rotinas e decide assassinar os criminosos que ela leva a tribunal mas que conseguem escapar. Deixa os corpos na bagageira do seu carro e um pequeno bilhete... Protegida por Abe Reagen, o detective que tenta descobrir este bizarro assassino, Kristen redescobre o amor. Ao saber da relação entre Kristen e Abe, o secreto apaixonado reage como se tivesse sido traído e engendra uma vingança. Suspense e emoções fortes em mais um thriller de Karen Rose.Atenta aos detalhes, ao passado que marca cada uma das personagens, a escritora norte-americana conta uma perigosa história de amor e obsessão. Ao mesmo tempo que tudo parece precipitar-se numa onda de crimes e vingança, entre os protagonistas surge uma envolvente ligação. Marcados pela perda, reencontram a paixão e hesitam, devem ceder ao que sentem? Devem proteger-se? Devem viver essa segunda oportunidade de amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7487700786047558008?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7487700786047558008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7487700786047558008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7487700786047558008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7487700786047558008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/07/17-sei-onde-estas-karen-rose.html' title='17. Sei Onde Estás, Karen Rose'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkOShoc1jUQ/TkpF_Rs-sFI/AAAAAAAAClw/3GpEy0I_BrQ/s72-c/sei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1070412325271802321</id><published>2011-07-30T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:26:34.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>16. The Darkest Evening of the Year, Dean Koontz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5959278/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641397545359424210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-IMIqsnr_U/TkpFLZfoutI/AAAAAAAAClo/VUpAd0wmn8Q/s200/darkest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 400 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amy Redwing recklessly risks everything in her chosen field of dog rescue. When she confronts a violent drunk in order to rescue Nickie, a beautiful golden retriever, Amy has no misgivings. Dogs always do their best, and so will she. Whatever it takes. Riding shotgun nervously is her friend and lover, Brian, an architect who would marry her if only she were not so committed to these crazy ! heroics! He blames her work for her refusal to marry him. But everything is due to change in the Redwing household. Someone is trying to destroy Amy. Subtle intrusions escalate into terrifying assaults on everything she holds dear. Amy believes her attacker is Wes Greeley, just released after an eighteen-month stretch, thanks to Amy's testimony, for egregious animal cruelty. But if Greeley is the culprit, it's clear he's not working alone. At last Amy understands her need of Brian, and a lot more from her troubled past that has been hidden by her passion. Unable to turn to any authority, Amy and Brian are pressed to the edge of a precipice as Koontz's most emotionally devastating thriller races with inexorable speed to a wrenching climax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1070412325271802321?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1070412325271802321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1070412325271802321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1070412325271802321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1070412325271802321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/07/16-darkest-evening-of-year-dean-koontz.html' title='16. The Darkest Evening of the Year, Dean Koontz'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-IMIqsnr_U/TkpFLZfoutI/AAAAAAAAClo/VUpAd0wmn8Q/s72-c/darkest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-6788632477989645905</id><published>2011-07-18T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:03:24.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15. Livro, José Luis Peixoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9937441/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631001487557604674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ANIETrdjI/TiVWBMORNUI/AAAAAAAAClg/agJi4bXDmxE/s200/livro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;263 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este livro elege como cenário a extraordinária saga da emigração portuguesa para França, contada através de uma galeria de personagens inesquecíveis e da escrita luminosa de José Luís Peixoto. Entre uma vila do interior de Portugal e Paris, entre a cultura popular e as mais altas referências da literatura universal, revelam-se os sinais de um passado que levou milhares de portugueses à procura de melhores condições e de um futuro com dupla nacionalidade. Avassalador e marcante, Livro expõe a poderosa magnitude do sonho e a crueza, irónica, terna ou grotesca, da realidade. Através de histórias de vida, encontros e despedidas, os leitores de Livro são conduzidos a um final desconcertante onde se ultrapassam fronteiras da literatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-6788632477989645905?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/6788632477989645905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=6788632477989645905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6788632477989645905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6788632477989645905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/07/15-livro-jose-luis-peixoto.html' title='15. Livro, José Luis Peixoto'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ANIETrdjI/TiVWBMORNUI/AAAAAAAAClg/agJi4bXDmxE/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4326146480580084734</id><published>2011-07-05T22:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:19:43.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>14. Exposed, Alex Kava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9671610"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626196967898381890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACBhl6fFQV4/ThREVVv2fkI/AAAAAAAAClQ/SDMt8CJWn80/s200/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;373 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agent Maggie O'Dell and Assistant Director Cunningham believe they're responding to a threat made at Quantico. Instead they walk into a trap. Before they realize it, they've both been exposed to a killer who can strike at anyone, at any time, and no one can predict who might be next…until it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;The killer's tactics suggest he's an aficionado of criminal minds. He uses bits and pieces from those he admires: a phrase from the Beltway Snipers, a clue from the Unabomber, a delivery method similar to the Anthrax Killer. His weapon is a deadly virus, virtually invisible and totally unexpected. His victims appear to be random but, in fact, they are chosen with a revengeful precision. The vaccine is limited and untested.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie knows dangerous minds—from hauntingly perverse child predators to cunningly twisted serial killers. Now she faces a new opponent from inside an isolation ward at a biosafety containment hospital. Maggie must help Agent R. J. Tully find clues to catch the killer—while waiting to see if the deadly strain is already multiplying in her body. With every new exposure there's the potential for an epidemic. And Maggie knows she and Cunningham may not live long enough to discover who is the deadliest, most intelligent killer they've ever profiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4326146480580084734?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4326146480580084734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4326146480580084734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4326146480580084734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4326146480580084734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/07/14-exposed-alex-kava.html' title='14. Exposed, Alex Kava'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACBhl6fFQV4/ThREVVv2fkI/AAAAAAAAClQ/SDMt8CJWn80/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4027393494576767810</id><published>2011-06-23T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:20:48.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>13. O Caçador de Raposas, Minette Walters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5143145"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621527919680716834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZsiBHBEwDA/TgOt29uCgCI/AAAAAAAAClI/pWhGNO3d3c8/s200/9789722335119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 365 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa gélida manhã de Inverno, Ailsa Lockyer-Fox é encontrada sem vida no jardim da sua mansão em Shenstead. As circunstâncias misteriosas que envolvem a sua morte não indiciam claramente o assassínio, e o veredicto policial atribui o seu falecimento a causas naturais. Mas muitas são as vozes acusadoras que se levantam contra James, o marido e principal suspeito dos habitantes daquela pequena localidade de Dorset. Em breve, é orquestrada uma campanha tenebrosa, sem tréguas, que visa destruir a vida de James. Com que intuito? Quem poderá estar por detrás das terríveis acusações que lhe são feitas?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4027393494576767810?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4027393494576767810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4027393494576767810' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4027393494576767810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4027393494576767810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/06/13-o-cacador-de-raposas-minette-walters.html' title='13. O Caçador de Raposas, Minette Walters'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZsiBHBEwDA/TgOt29uCgCI/AAAAAAAAClI/pWhGNO3d3c8/s72-c/9789722335119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8288793616713238277</id><published>2011-06-10T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:19:36.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>12. Os Bosques de Whitethorn, Maeve Binchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6184304/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620058587508025026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-BzByJ4dRE/Tf51gk1MpsI/AAAAAAAAClA/tDIkSBjVUYo/s200/bosques.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;327 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Irlanda, cidade de Rossmore, século XXI.O bosque de Whitethorn, nas proximidades da cidade sempre fez parte do equilíbrio das pessoas que ali viveram. Os anos passaram, anos de pobreza sucederam-se aos de fartura, os velhos passaram aos novos o testemunho, e sempre o bosque foi tomado como um local de encontro espiritual. A fonte de água que ali nasce foi baptizada pelos cristãos de poço de Santa Ana, mas antes mesmo dos cristãos ali chegarem já aquele lugar era tomado como sagrado. Ao saberem que o bosque pode ser destruído pela construção de uma estrada, a comunidade divide-se entre os que defendem o progresso e os que preferem manter-se fiéis à tradição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8288793616713238277?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8288793616713238277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8288793616713238277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8288793616713238277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8288793616713238277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/06/12-os-bosques-de-whitethorn-maeve.html' title='12. Os Bosques de Whitethorn, Maeve Binchy'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-BzByJ4dRE/Tf51gk1MpsI/AAAAAAAAClA/tDIkSBjVUYo/s72-c/bosques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8451142788799082184</id><published>2011-05-26T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:16:48.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11. Men at Work, Mike Gayle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9937436/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620058036323824018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYJRTZNEw3c/Tf51AfgpMZI/AAAAAAAACk4/UXjT8I0aCJg/s200/men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School sweethearts, Ian and Emma have been together 7 years, Ian loves his job, so much he won’t accept promotion, and is a bit of a joker, he likes a laugh and to be “one of the lads”. One night after coming home from the Pub Emma announces she has lost her job, she is really upset. Emma manages to get another job, but it is temping in Ian’s office, for a month, Ian is not impressed he is a different person at work and Emma is at the next desk to him, after her month she is offered a job permanently which she accepts, what can Ian do as he loves his job and Emma? And wouldn’t dream of losing any of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8451142788799082184?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8451142788799082184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8451142788799082184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8451142788799082184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8451142788799082184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/05/11-men-at-work-mike-gayle.html' title='11. Men at Work, Mike Gayle'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYJRTZNEw3c/Tf51AfgpMZI/AAAAAAAACk4/UXjT8I0aCJg/s72-c/men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2553529458170376248</id><published>2011-05-22T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:14:15.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10. 10th Anniversary, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9937435/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620057265132943202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLxV9kWvGn8/Tf50TmmaN2I/AAAAAAAACkw/sxwIG_B5HFg/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 384 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detective Lindsay Boxer's long-awaited wedding celebration becomes a distant memory when she is called to investigate a horrendous crime: a badly injured teenage girl is left for dead, and her newborn baby is nowhere to be found. Lindsay discovers that not only is there no trace of the criminals--but that the victim may be keeping secrets as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2553529458170376248?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2553529458170376248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2553529458170376248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2553529458170376248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2553529458170376248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-10th-anniversary-james-patterson.html' title='10. 10th Anniversary, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLxV9kWvGn8/Tf50TmmaN2I/AAAAAAAACkw/sxwIG_B5HFg/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7909791478495548272</id><published>2011-05-16T23:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:11:49.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Belas Mentiras, Lisa Unger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/4791061/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620055937917321122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdT0FqtQwCY/Tf5zGWVi_6I/AAAAAAAACko/louMePQuZkI/s200/belas%2Bmentiras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 294 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma boa acção projecta Ridley Jones, jovem jornalista nova-iorquina, na primeira página dos jornais. Pouco tempo depois, Ridley recebe em casa a fotografia de uma criança com a legenda «És a minha filha?». Na suspeita de que o mundo em que vive e a sua identidade são uma ilusão, Ridley questiona tudo o que sabe acerca de si própria e descobre que todos os que a rodeiam lhe escondem algo.... Se Ridley tivesse dormido mais dez minutos nessa manhã ou se, em vez de esperar por um taxi, tivesse apanhado o metro, talvez continuasse a ter uma vida idílica. No entanto, estar no lugar errado à hora certa desencadeia uma série de eventos reveladores: a sua família não é o que ela pensa, o seu nome talvez seja falso, a infância que julga ter tido pode não ser a sua. Belas Mentiras decorre no cenário, por vezes assustador, de uma Nova-Iorque que Lisa Unger conhece intimamente: a Ponte de Brooklyn, a esquina da Primeira Avenida com a Rua Onze, a pastelaria Veniero’s e a pizzaria Five Roses, uma loja de roupa gótica chamada Trash and Vaudeville e o metro são lugares que marcaram o dia-a-dia da autora e que contagiam agora o seu trabalho. Unger consegue evocar o som, os odores, o ritmo, o lado sedutor e o lado esmagador da grande cidade, como se esta fosse mais uma personagem do romance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7909791478495548272?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7909791478495548272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7909791478495548272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7909791478495548272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7909791478495548272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/05/9-belas-mentiras-lisa-unger.html' title='9. Belas Mentiras, Lisa Unger'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdT0FqtQwCY/Tf5zGWVi_6I/AAAAAAAACko/louMePQuZkI/s72-c/belas%2Bmentiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3462843254350969843</id><published>2011-04-30T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:05:12.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>8. The To Do List, Mike Gayle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8538859/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620055130427447570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNngBa-4Chg/Tf5yXWM9WRI/AAAAAAAACkg/mGK7rbYPbHo/s200/todo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 352 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would a proper adult ignore the spilt milk under the fridge for weeks? Would a proper adult take three years to post a solitary Christmas card? Would a proper adult have decades-old underwear in active service? Mike Gayle is nowhere near being a proper adult -- even though his tenth wedding anniversary is looming; his second child is due any moment; and in less than twenty-four hours he is going to be officially closer to forty than he is to thirty. Appalled by this lack of maturity, Mike draws up a To-Do list containing every single item he's been meaning to do but just keeps putting off. He's got a lot of stuff that needs doing. But unlike previous To-Do lists, he promises himself that this one will actually get DONE. And along the way, Mike will learn stuff about life (323), love (999), friends (1004) and family (9) and finally work out what it means to be a grown up (846).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3462843254350969843?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3462843254350969843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3462843254350969843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3462843254350969843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3462843254350969843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/04/8-to-do-list-mike-gayle.html' title='8. The To Do List, Mike Gayle'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MNngBa-4Chg/Tf5yXWM9WRI/AAAAAAAACkg/mGK7rbYPbHo/s72-c/todo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3153662547338527282</id><published>2011-04-17T12:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:14:01.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7. Lembranças Macabras, Tess Gerritsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9777654/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597251133570842290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKkNYOTKydg/Ta1uQB8kfrI/AAAAAAAACkE/sSZGuZCdJ44/s200/1053744_1297685805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;317 Páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nas caves de um museu de Boston, um meticuloso assassino deixa pequenas mensagens dentro do corpo das suas vítimas. As múmias, quase esquecidas, são afinal vítimas de alguém fascinado pela cultura e pelos antigos rituais de morte egípcios. Maura Isles, médica forense, e Jane Rizzoli, detective, cedo percebem que a chave do mistério reside na arqueóloga do museu, a quem o criminoso parece querer ofertar as mortes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3153662547338527282?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3153662547338527282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3153662547338527282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3153662547338527282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3153662547338527282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/04/7-lembrancas-macabras-tess-gerritsen.html' title='7. Lembranças Macabras, Tess Gerritsen'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CKkNYOTKydg/Ta1uQB8kfrI/AAAAAAAACkE/sSZGuZCdJ44/s72-c/1053744_1297685805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-922037074957005878</id><published>2011-04-09T13:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:04:21.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6. Past Mortem, Ben Elton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/2980755/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595050095258909346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XOY068CThkM/TaWcavRsOqI/AAAAAAAACj0/oMKVabuvof4/s200/past-mortem-ben-elton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;460 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With old friends like these, who needs enemies? It's a question short, mild mannered detective Edward Newson is forced to ask himself having in romantic desperation logged on to the Friends Reunited website searching for the girlfriends of his youth. Newson is not the only member of the Class of '86 who has been raking over the ashes of the past. As his old class begins to reassemble in cyberspace, the years slip away and old feuds and passions burn hot once more. Meanwhile, back in the present, Newson's life is no less complicated. He is secretly in love with Natasha, his lovely but very attached sergeant, while comprehensively failing to solve a series of baffling and peculiarly gruesome murders. A school reunion is planned and as history begins to repeat itself, the past crashes headlong into the present. Neither will ever be the same again. In Past Mortem, Ben Elton - previous winner of The Crime Writers' Association Gold Dagger Award for Popcorn - delivers both a heart-stopping thriller and a killer comic romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-922037074957005878?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/922037074957005878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=922037074957005878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/922037074957005878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/922037074957005878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-past-mortem-ben-elton.html' title='6. Past Mortem, Ben Elton'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XOY068CThkM/TaWcavRsOqI/AAAAAAAACj0/oMKVabuvof4/s72-c/past-mortem-ben-elton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2257589598517302689</id><published>2011-03-21T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:04:08.979Z</updated><title type='text'>5. Plan B, Emily Barr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9671619/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588032867977600722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47rf7Go-B0g/TYyuSWkDHtI/AAAAAAAACjs/4NdOPT0J3e8/s320/plan_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 438 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emma adores living in Brighton, but she loves Matt more. When he suggests they buy the perfect farmhouse in the south of France, she reluctantly agrees, even though he continues commuting to London while she looks after their daughter and the builders. But France is not the idyll he promised, and when she discovers the true reason he spends half his time in London the foundations on which she’s built her life start to crumble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2257589598517302689?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2257589598517302689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2257589598517302689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2257589598517302689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2257589598517302689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-plan-b-emily-barr.html' title='5. Plan B, Emily Barr'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-47rf7Go-B0g/TYyuSWkDHtI/AAAAAAAACjs/4NdOPT0J3e8/s72-c/plan_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3863659144347263791</id><published>2011-03-08T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:59:42.134Z</updated><title type='text'>4. I, Alex Cross, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9671626"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582079126124344994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbiuBMe-1E/TXeHY9zDtqI/AAAAAAAACjc/ztHm7NbnYEo/s200/i-alex-cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;456 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;James Patterson is unquestionably one of the world's most successful crime writers, with a following (and sales) that are the envy of many of his peers. His secret, of course, is his immense readability: Paterson has a narrative grasp that ensures total reader commitment from first page to last. So as his new book, I, Alex Cross, appears, it is tempting to speculate on what his response will be to the words being uttered by many of his admirers; ‘It's a Patterson-only outing again -- thank God!’ As the author’s solo books are almost always more authoritatively written than the legion of novels he produces with an army of collaborators, one wonders why he feels the need to sustain this highly profitable writing factory (some might argue that this question is answered by the word ‘profitable’, but Patterson comfortably outsells most of his rivals, and acquiring even more revenue can't be such a pressing need, can it?) But to the business at hand: here's a new Alex Cross novel, and that's always a cause for celebration.In I, Alex Cross, Patterson's eponymous hero is dragged from a family celebration and given some very unwelcome news: Caroline, his niece, has been savagely killed. Cross makes an instant promise: he will use all his resources to track down the murderer. But disturbing facts begin to emerge: Caroline was involved with a particularly strange endeavour in Washington, an organisation that promises to fulfil every fantasy of its participants, however outlandish. As Alex learns, the people involved in this sinister dream factory are both powerful and influential, and only those with the most copper-bottomed credentials are allowed to join the party. With the aid of his girlfriend, Detective Brianna Stone, Alex Cross gets closer and closer to these mysterious figures, and the reason behind Caroline's brutal murder. But (as so often before), he realises that he is up against people who will stop at nothing to maintain the clandestine nature of their activities. What's more, Alex discovers there is far more at stake than just a modern day version of the hellfire club -- there are revelations in store which could shake the foundations of society.As the above suggests, James Patterson's return to solo writing has obliged him to raise his game in terms of the reach of this latest Alex Cross outing. If the book doesn't seem, perhaps, to be in the class of some of the vintage Alex Cross outings, that may (to some extent) be due to our familiarity with the character – it’s more difficult to ring the changes. What isn't in dispute, though, is the author’s total professionalism, and his ability to comprehensively grip the reader remains undimmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3863659144347263791?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3863659144347263791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3863659144347263791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3863659144347263791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3863659144347263791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-i-alex-cross-james-patterson.html' title='4. I, Alex Cross, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbiuBMe-1E/TXeHY9zDtqI/AAAAAAAACjc/ztHm7NbnYEo/s72-c/i-alex-cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3665720807820931013</id><published>2011-02-21T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:35:05.099Z</updated><title type='text'>3. Bloody Valentine, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/9671631/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578764117866498562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AoOxOQt7LYk/TWvAaFsgygI/AAAAAAAACjU/k77W3ITPcdE/s200/9780099556756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 120 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year Valentine's Day isn't for romance. It's for murder. Mega rich restaurant owner Jack Barnes and his second wife Zee are very much in love. However, their plans for Valentine's Day are about to be torn apart by the most violent murder. Who is the strange figure plotting this sick crime? Who hates Jack that much? There are plenty of suspects living in Jack's fancy block of flats. Is it them, or could it be the work of an outsider with a twisted mind? One thing's for sure, the police have got their work cut out solving this bloody mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3665720807820931013?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3665720807820931013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3665720807820931013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3665720807820931013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3665720807820931013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-bloody-valentine-james-patterson.html' title='3. Bloody Valentine, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AoOxOQt7LYk/TWvAaFsgygI/AAAAAAAACjU/k77W3ITPcdE/s72-c/9780099556756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2703056239375354872</id><published>2011-02-13T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T14:55:32.801Z</updated><title type='text'>2. O Clube Mefisto, Tess Gerritsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7794764"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573558733954448162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F508CQIiC6o/TVlCI3gheyI/AAAAAAAACjM/yZTzMqh_YMs/s200/clube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 390 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mal pode espalhar-se como uma doença? A prática Jane Rizzoli, detective na Brigada de Homicídios de Bóston, não acredita, nem por um minuto, em forças sobrenaturais. Quando analisa o local do crime busca a mente do criminoso, vasculha entre vestígios para encontrar provas, para chegar ao assassino. Para este caso talvez tenha contudo de por alguns dos seus preconceitos de lado... Com a valiosa ajuda de média legista, Maura Isles, investiga a sucessão de crimes em que as vítimas são desmembradas e em que uma apocalíptica mensagem é inscrita nos corpos. O estranho Clube Mefisto, que investiga a origem genética do mal, oferece-se para ajudar a polícia, mas mesmo eles, habituados a lidar com a morte, se sentem atemorizados com os sinais deixados pelo serial-killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2703056239375354872?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2703056239375354872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2703056239375354872' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2703056239375354872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2703056239375354872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/02/2-o-clube-mefisto-tess-gerritsen.html' title='2. O Clube Mefisto, Tess Gerritsen'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F508CQIiC6o/TVlCI3gheyI/AAAAAAAACjM/yZTzMqh_YMs/s72-c/clube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4681154712872245689</id><published>2011-01-29T19:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:43:43.511Z</updated><title type='text'>1. Mini Shopaholic, Sophie Kinsella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8538717"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568437185201290514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TUcQHfn_vRI/AAAAAAAACjA/mb-KQ3TxAoc/s200/Mini%2BShopaholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;396 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Becky Brandon (née Bloomwood) thought motherhood would be a breeze and that having a daughter was a dream come true – a shopping friend for life! But it’s trickier than she thought – two-year-old Minnie has a quite different approach to shopping.She can create havoc everywhere from Harrods to Harvey Nicks to her own christening. She hires taxis at random, her favourite word is ‘Mine‘, and she’s even started bidding for designer bags on ebay.On top of everything else, there’s a big financial crisis. People are having to Cut Back – including all of Becky’s personal shopping clients – and she and Luke are still living with Becky’s Mum and Dad. To cheer everyone up, Becky decides to throw a surprise birthday party – on a budget – but then things become really complicated.Who will end up on the naughty step, who will get a gold star and will Becky’s secret wishes come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4681154712872245689?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4681154712872245689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4681154712872245689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4681154712872245689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4681154712872245689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-mini-shopaholic-sophie-kinsella.html' title='1. Mini Shopaholic, Sophie Kinsella'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TUcQHfn_vRI/AAAAAAAACjA/mb-KQ3TxAoc/s72-c/Mini%2BShopaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7221033011974491258</id><published>2011-01-05T13:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:44:33.831Z</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Depois do pior ano de que há memória em termos de leituras - muito pouco, e pouco de relevante, 2011 não pode ser pior, pois não? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's hope... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7221033011974491258?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7221033011974491258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7221033011974491258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7221033011974491258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7221033011974491258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7689035718107819016</id><published>2010-12-26T13:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:04:48.938Z</updated><title type='text'>30. Worst Case, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TSR1T26NqAI/AAAAAAAACiw/SZfUcSatAr4/s1600/patt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558696824099678210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TSR1T26NqAI/AAAAAAAACiw/SZfUcSatAr4/s200/patt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;384 páginas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px"&gt;he son of one of New York’s wealthiest families is snatched off the street and held hostage. His parents can’t save him, because this kidnapper isn’t demanding money. Instead, he quizzes his prisoner on the price others pay for his life of luxury. In this exam, wrong answers are fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detective Michael Bennett leads the investigation. With ten kids of his own, he can’t begin to understand what could lead someone to target anyone’s children. As another student disappears, one powerful family after another uses their leverage and connections to turn up the heat on the mayor, the press, anyone who will listen, to stop this killer. Their reach extends all the way to the FBI, who send their top Abduction Specialist, Agent Emily Parker. Bennett’s work life – and love life – suddenly get even more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;Before Bennett has a chance to protest the FBI’s intrusion on his case, the mastermind changes his routine. His plan leads up to the most deadly demonstration yet – one that could bring cataclysmic devastation to every inch of New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7689035718107819016?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7689035718107819016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7689035718107819016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7689035718107819016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7689035718107819016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/12/30-worst-case-james-patterson.html' title='30. Worst Case, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TSR1T26NqAI/AAAAAAAACiw/SZfUcSatAr4/s72-c/patt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4080596307214596641</id><published>2010-12-06T17:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:05:43.253Z</updated><title type='text'>29. Marina, Carlos Ruiz Záfon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8518033"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555421443733458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TRjSXoNSDzI/AAAAAAAACiY/hE3X_lb2qM8/s200/marina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;260 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 17px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por qualquer estranha razão, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sentimo-nos mais próximos de algumas das nossas criaturas sem sabermos explicar muito bem o porquê. De entre todos os livros que publiquei desde que comecei neste estranho ofício de romancista, lá por 1992, Marina é um dos meus favoritos.» «À medida que avançava na escrita, tudo naquela história começou a ter sabor a despedida e, quando a terminei, tive a impressão de que qualquer coisa dentro de mim, qualquer coisa que ainda hoje não sei muito bem o que era, mas de que sinto falta dia a dia, ficou ali para sempre.» Carlos Ruiz Zafón «Marina disse-me uma vez que apenas recordamos o que nunca aconteceu. Passaria uma eternidade antes que compreendesse aquelas palavras. Mas mais vale começar pelo princípio, que neste caso é o fim.» «Em Maio de 1980 desapareci do mundo durante uma semana. No espaço de sete dias e sete noites, ninguém soube do meu paradeiro.» «Não sabia então que oceano do tempo mais tarde ou mais cedo nos devolve as recordações que nele enterramos. Quinze anos mais tarde, a memória daquele dia voltou até mim. Vi aquele rapaz a vaguear por entre as brumas da estação de Francia e o nome de Marina tornou-se de novo incandescente como uma ferida fresca. «Todos temos um segredo fechado à chave nas águas-furtadas da alma. Este é o meu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4080596307214596641?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4080596307214596641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4080596307214596641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4080596307214596641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4080596307214596641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/12/29-marina-carlos-ruiz-zafon.html' title='29. Marina, Carlos Ruiz Záfon'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TRjSXoNSDzI/AAAAAAAACiY/hE3X_lb2qM8/s72-c/marina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4696935749387602635</id><published>2010-11-28T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:03:47.448Z</updated><title type='text'>28. Her Fearful Symmetry, Audrey Niffenegger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7739375/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544987305956571666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TPPAk3-XehI/AAAAAAAACgs/TDbmug9SDvQ/s200/her-fearful-symmetry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;386 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Julia and Valentina Poole are normal American teenagers - normal, at least, for identical 'mirror' twins who have no interest in college or jobs or possibly anything outside their cozy suburban home. But everything changes when they receive notice that an aunt whom they didn't know existed has died and left them her flat in an apartment block overlooking Highgate Cemetery in London. They feel that at last their own lives can begin ...but have no idea that they've been summoned into a tangle of fraying lives, from the obsessive-compulsive crossword setter who lives above them to their aunt's mysterious and elusive lover who lives below them, and even to their aunt herself, who never got over her estrangement from the twins' mother - and who can't even seem to quite leave her flat. With Highgate Cemetery itself a character and echoes of Henry James and Charles Dickens, "Her Fearful Symmetry" is a delicious and deadly twenty-first-century ghost story about Niffenegger's familiar themes of love, loss and identity. It is certain to cement her standing as one of the most singular and remarkable novelists of our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4696935749387602635?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4696935749387602635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4696935749387602635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4696935749387602635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4696935749387602635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/11/28-her-fearful-symmetry-audrey.html' title='28. Her Fearful Symmetry, Audrey Niffenegger'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TPPAk3-XehI/AAAAAAAACgs/TDbmug9SDvQ/s72-c/her-fearful-symmetry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-413764846342612749</id><published>2010-10-17T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:58:56.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27. Pai ao Domingo, Claire Calman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/1690084/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529322778757718162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TLwZxYxUYJI/AAAAAAAACgM/gRuFWN6hLtw/s200/pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;402 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O inevitável acontece. Para Scott e Gail bastou uma indiscrição de cinco minutos para pôr em risco um casamento de quinze anos. Aos quarenta anos, Scott, afastado da mulher e dos seus dois filhos, de treze e nove anos, vê-se confrontado com uma realidade totalmente nova – é um pai de domingo! E o que fazem os pais que só vêem os filhos uma vez por semana? Como criam laços entre si? É o retrato da desfragmentação de uma família típica contado através da perspectiva de cada um dos elementos. Quatro vidas, uma história, partilhada por tantas famílias da era contemporânea que vivem o drama da separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-413764846342612749?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/413764846342612749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=413764846342612749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/413764846342612749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/413764846342612749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/10/27-pai-ao-domingo-claire-calman.html' title='27. Pai ao Domingo, Claire Calman'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TLwZxYxUYJI/AAAAAAAACgM/gRuFWN6hLtw/s72-c/pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5354311283798104806</id><published>2010-09-27T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:02:33.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>26. Hold Tight, Harlan Coben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6225024"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521886717596957618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKGutqRQe7I/AAAAAAAACgE/GTg_GBqT5V8/s200/coben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;419 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tia and Mike Baye never imagined they'd become the type of overprotective parents who spy on their kids. But their sixteen-year-old son Adam has been unusually distant lately, and after the suicide of his classmate Spencer Hill-the latest in a string of issues at school-they can't help but worry. They install a sophisticated spy program on Adam's computer, and within days they are jolted by a message from an unknown correspondent addressed to their son: "Just stay quiet and all safe." Meanwhile, browsing through an online memorial for Spencer put together by his classmates, Betsy Hill is struck by a photo that appears to have been taken on the night of her son's deathand he wasn't alone.She thinks it is Adam Baye standing just outside the camera's range, but when Adam goes missing, it soon becomes clear that something deep and sinister has infected their community.For Tia and Mike Baye, the question they must answer is this: When it comes to your kids, is it possible to know too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5354311283798104806?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5354311283798104806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5354311283798104806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5354311283798104806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5354311283798104806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/09/26-hold-tight-harlan-coben.html' title='26. Hold Tight, Harlan Coben'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKGutqRQe7I/AAAAAAAACgE/GTg_GBqT5V8/s72-c/coben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5885343288234383748</id><published>2010-09-17T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:44:52.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25. A Morte Chama-te, Karen Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7704916"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521619552207869426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC7ulozlfI/AAAAAAAACf8/JgvFqGl3oXg/s200/karen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;462 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tess segue um estrito código de ética. O juramente que fez enquanto médica, impede-a de revelar seja o que for sobre os seus pacientes, mesmo quando a sua vida parece depender disso. A forma como os seus pacientes aparecem mortos sugere que alguém sabe exactamente como os manipular, o que fazer ou dizer para os levar ao desespero. O detective Aidan Reagan exige as fichas dos seus pacientes, mas Tess recusa. Apesar de exasperado, acredita na decidida psiquiatra e percebe que alguém aplica um meticuloso plano de vingança.Tess é dedicada aos seus pacientes. Os anos de terapia ensinaram-na a ouvir, compreender e a guardar segredo. O que se partilha num consultório de psiquiatria é confidencial. Quando os seus pacientes se começam a suicidar a polícia logo estabelece um elo entre todas essas mortes: todos eram pacientes de Tess. Será ela a assassina? Ou a vítima? Quem quer destruir a sua carreira, a sua vida pessoal? Um intenso e apaixonante thriller romântico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5885343288234383748?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5885343288234383748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5885343288234383748' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5885343288234383748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5885343288234383748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/09/25-morte-chama-te-karen-rose.html' title='25. A Morte Chama-te, Karen Rose'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC7ulozlfI/AAAAAAAACf8/JgvFqGl3oXg/s72-c/karen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1657054730391552593</id><published>2010-09-14T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:42:22.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>24. The Importance of Being a Bachelor, Mike Gayle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8322923/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521618846104521282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC7FfMpikI/AAAAAAAACf0/BiA-3UbEgtE/s200/gayle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 375 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite the example of their own parents' enduring marriage, the three Bachelor brothers show no signs of settling down. Adam has a string of glamorous girlfriends, but they aren't suitable wife material. Luke has just proposed to Cassie but his refusal to consider having children looks like an insurmountable barrier. And baby of the family Russell is in love with the one woman he can't have. Then their father announces he has been thrown out of the family home and this forces all three brothers to examine their own priorities. Are all three Bachelor brothers totally hopeless cases or just late starters?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1657054730391552593?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1657054730391552593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1657054730391552593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1657054730391552593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1657054730391552593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/09/24-importance-of-being-bachelor-mike.html' title='24. The Importance of Being a Bachelor, Mike Gayle'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC7FfMpikI/AAAAAAAACf0/BiA-3UbEgtE/s72-c/gayle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-937118779222229135</id><published>2010-09-09T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:37:40.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23. Desaparecidas, Tess Gerritsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6030684"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521617174713206306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC5kMx6BiI/AAAAAAAACfs/aebiuY8TXEY/s200/tess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;335 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jane espera um filho. Internada no Hospital de Bóston vê-se subitamente envolvida num caso de rapto e vingança. A sua colega de trabalho, Maura Isle, apanhou o susto da sua vida. Ao preparar-se para autopsiar o corpo de uma jovem esta abre os olhos! Levada para o hospital acaba por assassinar um segurança e fazer vários reféns. Jane, prestes a dar à luz, é uma dessas reféns. Detective na Brigada de Homicídios, ela sabe que lá fora a colega Maura e o marido, agente do FBI, tudo farão para a salvar, mas aos poucos percebe que só ela poderá penetrar na mente da fria e misteriosa mulher. Porque é que se fez passar por morta? De quem foge? Quem é aquela mulher...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A dupla de investigadores tem desta vez de trabalhar separada. Enquanto Jane, detective da Brigada de Homicídios, espera o nascimento do primeiro filho, Maura continua o seu trabalho no laboratório. Ao abrir o saco onde guardavam o corpo de uma mulher que supostamente se suicidara, o cadáver abre os olhos...Apesar do terror logo Maura reage chamando uma ambulância. Internada no mesmo Hospital de Jane, a misteriosa mulher sem identidade recupera. Assim que se sente com força mata o segurança e usa os doentes como reféns para fugir dali. Mesmo em licença de maternidade, Jane não consegue deixar o trabalho em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem poderem falar com Jane, preocupados com a sua segurança, Maura Isles e Gabriel Dean tentam perceber quem é aquela mulher. A presença de agentes federais na investigação fá-los suspeitar da origem da assassina, e começam de facto a temer pela vida de Jane e da criança. A verdade é que só Jane está próxima o suficiente para ir mais longe, para perceber a mente daquela mulher, o que ela teme, de quem foge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-937118779222229135?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/937118779222229135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=937118779222229135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/937118779222229135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/937118779222229135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/09/23-desaparecidas-tess-gerritsen.html' title='23. Desaparecidas, Tess Gerritsen'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC5kMx6BiI/AAAAAAAACfs/aebiuY8TXEY/s72-c/tess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5743746572199647849</id><published>2010-09-05T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:33:57.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Osso a Osso, Carol O'Connell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7981899/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521616287942594434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC4wlTUT4I/AAAAAAAACfk/uv3HuZCxfhc/s200/carol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 382 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na cidade de Coventry, no norte da Califórnia, dois irmãos adolescentes vão passear num bosque, mas só um regressa. Ninguém sabe o que aconteceu a Josh, um rapaz de quinze anos incrivelmente dotado para a fotografia, até que, vinte anos mais tarde, o irmão mais velho, Oren, agora um ex-investigador criminal do Exército, regressa a Coventry pela primeira vez em muitos anos. Na madrugada do seu regresso, ouve um barulho no alpendre. Caído à porta de casa está o osso de um maxilar humano, com os dentes ainda intactos. E o pai diz-lhe que já não é o primeiro. Já ali apareceram outros ossos. Josh está finalmente a voltar a casa... osso a osso.Valendo-se de todos os seus conhecimentos como investigador, Oren decide resolver o mistério do homicídio do irmão, mas Coventry é uma cidade cheia de segredos.Entre os que têm segredos a esconder está a governanta, com um passado que ninguém conhece; o misterioso ex-polícia de Los Angeles; a mulher a quem chamam o monstro da cidade e, não menos importante, o próprio Oren. Mas o maior segredo é o do seu irmão, que nas suas fotos captara muito do que os habitantes de Coventry ciosamente escondiam, e só ao desvendá-lo Oren descobre a verdade que os assombrou a todos durante vinte anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5743746572199647849?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5743746572199647849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5743746572199647849' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5743746572199647849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5743746572199647849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/09/22-osso-osso-carol-oconnell.html' title='22. Osso a Osso, Carol O&apos;Connell'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC4wlTUT4I/AAAAAAAACfk/uv3HuZCxfhc/s72-c/carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3556958839695857149</id><published>2010-09-02T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:30:11.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21. A Mecânica do Coração, Mathias Malzieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8228077/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521615690638533650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC4N0K7pBI/AAAAAAAACfc/qMKAiacT7IM/s200/mecanica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 143 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Edimburgo, 1874. Jack nasce no dia mais frio do mundo, com o coração… congelado. A Dr.ª Madeleine, a parteira (segundo alguns, uma bruxa) que o trouxe ao mundo, consegue salvar-lhe a vida instalando um mecanismo - um relógio de madeira - no seu peito, para ajudar o coração a funcionar. A prótese resulta e Jack sobrevive, mas com uma contrapartida: terá sempre de se proteger das sobrecargas emocionais. Nada de raiva e, sobretudo, nada de amor. A Dr.ª Madeleine, que o adopta e vela pelo seu mecanismo, avisa: «o amor é perigoso para o teu coraçãozinho.» Mas não há mecânica capaz de fazer frente à vida e, um dia, uma pequena cantora de rua arrebata o coração - o mecânico e o verdadeiro - de Jack. Disposto a tudo para a conquistar, Jack parte numa peregrinação sentimental até à Andaluzia, a terra natal da sua amada, onde encontrará as delícias do amor… e a sua crueldade. Um conto de fadas para adultos, ao estilo de Tim Burton ou Lewis Carrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3556958839695857149?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3556958839695857149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3556958839695857149' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3556958839695857149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3556958839695857149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/09/21-mecanica-do-coracao-mathias-malzieu.html' title='21. A Mecânica do Coração, Mathias Malzieu'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC4N0K7pBI/AAAAAAAACfc/qMKAiacT7IM/s72-c/mecanica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4650138198160984089</id><published>2010-08-31T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:28:16.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>20. The Curse of the Pharaos, Elizabeth Peters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8040663/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521615212845984914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC3yAQT7JI/AAAAAAAACfU/bCN_17fbIDI/s200/curseofthepharoahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 312 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Join our plucky Victorian Egyptologist, together with her devastatingly handsome and brilliant husband Radcliffe, in another exciting escapade. When Lady Baskerville's husband Sir Henry dies after discovering what may have been an undisturbed royal tomb in Luxor, she appeals to eminent archaeologist Radcliffe Emerson and his wife Amelia to take over the excavation. Amid rumours of a curse haunting all those involved with the dig, the intrepid couple proceeds to Egypt, where they begin to suspect that Sir Henry did not die a natural death, and they are confident that the accidents that plague the dig are caused by a sinister human element, not a pharoah's curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4650138198160984089?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4650138198160984089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4650138198160984089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4650138198160984089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4650138198160984089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/08/20-curse-of-pharaos-elizabeth-peters.html' title='20. The Curse of the Pharaos, Elizabeth Peters'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TKC3yAQT7JI/AAAAAAAACfU/bCN_17fbIDI/s72-c/curseofthepharoahs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-977592834893335202</id><published>2010-07-18T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:20:42.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19. O Terceiro Reich, Roberto Bolano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8082370/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496734196160315666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TEhSoOLgwRI/AAAAAAAACeM/UhrNxe8-2GU/s200/terceiro_reich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 324 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há uma espécie de detective literário, personagens peculiares e um sem-fim de referências literárias – que darão muito gozo ao leitor. A saber: Udo Berger, que sempre quis ser um grande escritor, mas que tem de se conformar em ser o campeão de “jogos de &amp;amp; estratégia guerra em Stuttgart”, decide ir ao Hotel del Mar, na Costa Brava catalã, com a sua nova namorada, Ingeborg (nome de uma das personagens de 2666). O objectivo é treinar-se para participar num novo jogo de estratégia, justamente Terceiro Reich, e preparar-se para ganhar um torneio internacional. Eles compartilham suas férias com um outro casal alemão, Charlie e Hanna, até que o primeiro destes desaparece misteriosamente depois de se cruzar com dois sinistros personagens que também levantam suspeitas nas autoridades locais: «O Lobo» e «O Cordeiro». Entretanto, Udo Berger é perseguido por um detective estranho e sombrio e, atormentado por essa perseguição sem sentido, acaba por entrar em delírio com a “paisagem surreal da Costa Brava”. Tudo isto acontece quando entra num jogo de vida ou morte com um personagem enigmático e de rosto desfigurado, O Queimado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-977592834893335202?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/977592834893335202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=977592834893335202' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/977592834893335202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/977592834893335202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/07/19-o-terceiro-reich-roberto-bolano.html' title='19. O Terceiro Reich, Roberto Bolano'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TEhSoOLgwRI/AAAAAAAACeM/UhrNxe8-2GU/s72-c/terceiro_reich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-9210180597591217539</id><published>2010-06-22T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:21:45.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>18. A Necessary Evil, Alex Kava</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8004547"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486283109019393234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TCMxa4pTnNI/AAAAAAAACd0/aoH-pqf2PUM/s200/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;490 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the killing spree continues unabated, it becomes clear to Maggie O'Dell—the FBI profiler assigned to the case—that more than one perpetrator is responsible. As she begins to drill down into the facts, Maggie discovers a disturbing Internet role-playing game for youths who have been victims of male authority figures—including Catholic priests.With the first real lead in the investigation, Maggie wonders if this group has turned cyberspace justice into reality by dispensing their own brand of vengeance. As the ritualistic killings leave America's heartland reeling, Maggie gets a second lead—one that leaves her stunned.For the past four years she has been driven by blind determination to find Father Michael Keller, the human monster whose acts of brutality continue to haunt her to this day. Sick and twisted, the priest seems to have vanished without a trace. But with an irony that only life can offer, now he has become a target. When Keller offers to help Maggie solve the crimes in exchange for protection, she has no choice but to ally herself with the elusive child killer—the person she despises with a conviction that's almost religious in its fervor. Maggie must cross a dangerous line into a world of malevolence and evil from which she may not return unscathed. Maggie knows the bargain is a necessary evil…one that may be made in blood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-9210180597591217539?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/9210180597591217539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=9210180597591217539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/9210180597591217539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/9210180597591217539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/06/18-necessary-evil-alex-kava.html' title='18. A Necessary Evil, Alex Kava'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TCMxa4pTnNI/AAAAAAAACd0/aoH-pqf2PUM/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8651185479526312959</id><published>2010-06-11T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:46:35.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>17. Wedding Belles, Zoe Barnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523667"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482934371963071682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TBdLwu-jbMI/AAAAAAAACcY/1B3RSxXTf7s/s200/belles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 340 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing is going to go wrong with Belle Craine's dream wedding. Her mum won't let it. Unfortunately, nobody's told an Australian girl called Mona Starr, who turns up on the Craines' doorstep without warning and announces that she's Belle's long-lost half-sister. It's bad enough, but Belle also has to face the fact that her fianc, Kieran, is spending an awful lot of time with ex-model Mona - a fact which her teenage sister, Jax, delights in pointing out. Is Belle being paranoid, or has she got a fight on her hands if she wants to keep her man? And more to the point: is he worth fighting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8651185479526312959?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8651185479526312959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8651185479526312959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8651185479526312959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8651185479526312959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/06/17-wedding-belles-zoe-barnes.html' title='17. Wedding Belles, Zoe Barnes'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TBdLwu-jbMI/AAAAAAAACcY/1B3RSxXTf7s/s72-c/belles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3138047391463899277</id><published>2010-05-30T19:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:01:33.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>16. 9th Judgement, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8000779"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477474901995668722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TAPmZweRxPI/AAAAAAAACcQ/TG0cLd4oEsA/s200/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 353 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A young mother and her infant child are ruthlessly gunned down while returning to their car in the garage of a shopping mall. There are no witnesses, and Detective Lindsay Boxer is left with only one shred of evidence: a cryptic message scrawled across the windshield in bloodred lipstick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The same night, the wife of A-list actor Marcus Dowling is woken by a cat burglar who is about to steal millions of dollars' worth of precious jewels. In just seconds there is a nearly empty safe, a lifeless body, and another mystery that throws San Francisco into hysteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most exciting Women's Murder Club novel ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lindsay spends every waking hour working with her partner, Rich--and her desire for him threatens to tear apart both her engagement and the Women's Murder Club. Before Lindsay and her friends can piece together either case, one of the killers forces Lindsay to put her own life on the line--but is it enough to save the city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3138047391463899277?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3138047391463899277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3138047391463899277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3138047391463899277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3138047391463899277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/05/16-9th-judgement-james-patterson.html' title='16. 9th Judgement, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TAPmZweRxPI/AAAAAAAACcQ/TG0cLd4oEsA/s72-c/james.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-963902694537911907</id><published>2010-05-20T22:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:02:15.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15. A Vida nas palavras de Inês Tavares, Alice Vieira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8013001/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477474186949894578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TAPlwIuFIbI/AAAAAAAACcI/sbieGaHGJxE/s200/alice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que fazer, quando se tem 13 anos, se pediu um i-pod pelo Natal e se recebe um diário? Aqui se relata – pelas palavras da própria – um ano da vida de Inês Tavares, com as suas melhores amigas (e dois amigos, porque os rapazes fazem sempre jeito para levar às festas…) e as suas grandes paixões: o chocolate e o Brad Pitt; para além da paz no mundo, claro. Uma fatia da vida dos nossos dias, em tom divertido, com a qualidade da escrita de Alice Vieira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-963902694537911907?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/963902694537911907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=963902694537911907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/963902694537911907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/963902694537911907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/05/15-vida-nas-palavras-de-ines-tavares.html' title='15. A Vida nas palavras de Inês Tavares, Alice Vieira'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/TAPlwIuFIbI/AAAAAAAACcI/sbieGaHGJxE/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-700628619086871657</id><published>2010-05-16T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:04:34.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>14. Meia Hora para mudar a minha vida, Alice Vieira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/8013021"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472192707672989938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S_EiRlNU4PI/AAAAAAAACbo/OM1r1Kmxxm4/s200/meia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 154 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela ficou a olhar para o carro, até que ele desapareceu ao fundo da rua. Depois correu para casa abriu a porta,atravessou o corredor, entrou no quarto, abriu a gaveta,encontrou a agenda.Teclou o número no telemóvel. Ela sabe que vai finalmente regressar a casa.Diz-se muitas vezes que a nossa vida é um palco. No caso de Branca, que nasceu no meio de uma enorme salva de palmas, a expressão é mesmo para ser levada à letra —como, mais tarde, ela acabará por perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-700628619086871657?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/700628619086871657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=700628619086871657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/700628619086871657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/700628619086871657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/05/14-meia-hora-para-mudar-minha-vida.html' title='14. Meia Hora para mudar a minha vida, Alice Vieira'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S_EiRlNU4PI/AAAAAAAACbo/OM1r1Kmxxm4/s72-c/meia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-9087259182373870264</id><published>2010-05-15T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:01:21.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>13. The Twelfth Card, Jeffery Deaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6599229"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472191693493995746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S_EhWjGNiOI/AAAAAAAACbg/P2N6I82e3ko/s200/deaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 521 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geneva Settle is a bright young high school student from Harlem writing a paper about one of her ancestors, a former slave called Charles Singleton. Geneva is also the target of a ruthless professional killer. Criminalist Lincoln Rhyme and his policewoman partner Amelia Sachs are called into the case, working frantically to anticipate where the hired gun will strike next and how to stop him, all the while trying to get to the truth of Charles Singleton, and the reason that Geneva has been targeted. For Charles Singleton had a secret - a secret that may strike at the very heart of the United States constitution, and have disastrous consequences for human rights today. And Sachs is going to have to search a crime scene that's 140 years old before she can stop the killer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-9087259182373870264?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/9087259182373870264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=9087259182373870264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/9087259182373870264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/9087259182373870264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/05/13-twelfth-card-jeffery-deaver.html' title='13. The Twelfth Card, Jeffery Deaver'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S_EhWjGNiOI/AAAAAAAACbg/P2N6I82e3ko/s72-c/deaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1638845842652810388</id><published>2010-04-19T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:46:45.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>12. Always and Forever, Cathy Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6225008"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462199958287988866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S82h7A3ouII/AAAAAAAACaQ/YzGU8qFAlb0/s200/cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 454 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fairy godmothers do exist, even in the tranquil hills of Ireland...Once upon a time, in the beautiful town of Carrickwell, lived three women whose lives were mapped out: Ambitious Mel would have her career and her family; caring Daisy a child with the boyfriend who is everything to her; and hot-headed Cleo would finish her degree and step into the family hotel business. Until the landscape shifted and it all came tumbling down. But Carrickwell, nestled in the shadows of Mount Carraig, is an ancient, magical place. And when Leah, a woman with her own secret turmoil, opens the Clouds Hill spa, Mel, Daisy and Cleo are thrown together -- and find the courage to discover what really matters to them, always and forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1638845842652810388?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1638845842652810388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1638845842652810388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1638845842652810388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1638845842652810388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/04/12-always-and-forever-cathy-kelly.html' title='12. Always and Forever, Cathy Kelly'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S82h7A3ouII/AAAAAAAACaQ/YzGU8qFAlb0/s72-c/cathy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5420015922125241202</id><published>2010-04-08T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:27:07.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11. Os 3 Casamentos de Camilla S., Rosa Lobato de Faria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S77_bwrgHtI/AAAAAAAACZY/YaKr1ltifgU/s1600/Rosa_Lobato_de_Faria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458080650808532690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S77_bwrgHtI/AAAAAAAACZY/YaKr1ltifgU/s200/Rosa_Lobato_de_Faria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;197 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Aos noventa anos, Camilla começa a escrever a sua auto-biografia, baseando-se nos seus diários que mantém até à data. Aos longos das páginas, Camilla revê a sua vida, desde a sua infância de orfã criada pelos tios-avós numa quinta de Sintra, passando por aquilo que considera ser o ponto fundamental da sua existência como pessoa e mulher, os seus três casamentos. Para Camilla, os seus  casamentos marcaram diferentes momentos, ou ciclos, da sua vida. O denominador comum dos três passa pelo apelido dos seus maridos, todos começados com a letra S, como havia previsto a sua fiel amiga e criada Paca."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5420015922125241202?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5420015922125241202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5420015922125241202' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5420015922125241202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5420015922125241202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/04/11-os-3-casamentos-de-camilla-s-rosa.html' title='11. Os 3 Casamentos de Camilla S., Rosa Lobato de Faria'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S77_bwrgHtI/AAAAAAAACZY/YaKr1ltifgU/s72-c/Rosa_Lobato_de_Faria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4485412901362320044</id><published>2010-04-06T00:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:38:30.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10. Killing Floor, Lee Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523629"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457049064017391090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S7tVNgaibfI/AAAAAAAACZM/yBgiQbsrupw/s200/lee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 523 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Margrave is a no-account little town in Georgia. Jack Reacher jumps off a bus and walks fourteen miles in the rain, just passing through. An arbitrary decision, a tribute to a guitar player who died there decades before. But Margrave has just had its first homicide in thirty years. And Reacher is the only stranger in town. So the murder is pinned on him. As nasty secrets leak out and the body count mounts, only one thing is for sure: They picked the wrong guy to take the fall.Killing Floor introduces Jack Reacher, the tough ex-military cop of no fixed abode. Trained to think fast and act faster, with an eye for the women, he is truly every thinking reader’s perfect action hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4485412901362320044?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4485412901362320044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4485412901362320044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4485412901362320044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4485412901362320044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-killing-floor-lee-child.html' title='10. Killing Floor, Lee Child'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S7tVNgaibfI/AAAAAAAACZM/yBgiQbsrupw/s72-c/lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-258260866235834182</id><published>2010-03-23T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:16:05.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9. Lola Carlyle Reveals All, Rachel Gibson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523654"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454105410358673634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S7Df-T_3AOI/AAAAAAAACX0/nXoCTpGC5jc/s200/lola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 309 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gorgeous ex-underwear model Lola Carlyle is a survivor, but when humiliating photos of her appear on the Net, she decides enough is enough and flees to the Bahamas for some peace and quiet. Or so she thinks… Max Zamora may be a government agent with his cover blown, but when he commandeers Lola’s yacht she sure as hell isn’t going to give in without a fight. After her attempts to escape cast the pair adrift and into a series of near-death situations, Lola realises she's never been so scared in all her life. Her only hope of getting out alive rests with sexy, dangerous Max. But trapped on-board with Lola, his mind’s soon on other things… With everything hotting up in more ways than one, is Lola Carlyle about to reveal all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-258260866235834182?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/258260866235834182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=258260866235834182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/258260866235834182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/258260866235834182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/03/9-lola-carlyle-reveals-all-rachel.html' title='9. Lola Carlyle Reveals All, Rachel Gibson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S7Df-T_3AOI/AAAAAAAACX0/nXoCTpGC5jc/s72-c/lola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4687895888563673579</id><published>2010-03-07T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:35:29.438Z</updated><title type='text'>8. As Esquinas do Tempo, Rosa Lobato de Faria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S5U1KvQIIxI/AAAAAAAACXU/TbzzNAsTiCQ/s1600-h/esquinas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446317782973555474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S5U1KvQIIxI/AAAAAAAACXU/TbzzNAsTiCQ/s200/esquinas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 207 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Quando Margarida chegou à Casa da Azenha teve aquela sensação, não desconhecida mas sempre inquietante, de já ter estado ali."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Margarida é uma jovem professora de Matemática. Um dia vai a Vila Real proferir uma palestra e fica hospedada num turismo de habitação, casa antiga muitíssimo bem conservada e onde, no seu quarto, está dependurado o retrato a óleo de um homem que se parece muito com Miguel, a sua recente paixão.Por um inexplicável mistério, na manhã seguinte Margarida acorda cem anos atrás, no seio da sua antiga família.Sem perder consciência de quem é, ela odeia esta partida do tempo. Mas aos poucos vai-se adaptando. Conhece o homem do quadro e apaixona-se por ele. Quando ele morre num acidente, Margarida regressa ao presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4687895888563673579?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4687895888563673579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4687895888563673579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4687895888563673579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4687895888563673579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-as-esquinas-do-tempo-rosa-lobato-de.html' title='8. As Esquinas do Tempo, Rosa Lobato de Faria'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S5U1KvQIIxI/AAAAAAAACXU/TbzzNAsTiCQ/s72-c/esquinas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3269964307410205025</id><published>2010-02-28T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:36:17.158Z</updated><title type='text'>7. Diário de Uma Nanny, Emma McLaughlin &amp; Nicola Kraus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/2081093"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443689235562137522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S4vehJFMh7I/AAAAAAAACVM/4559E68_XOI/s200/diario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;340 páginas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan, in her early twenties, goes to work for the wealthy X family to help put herself through college, and is shocked by their antics. Between raising the X's son Grayer, keeping on top of her studies, moving house and ensuring Mrs X's day runs smoothly, it's a wonder Nanny ever finds time to hang out with the gorgeous HH on the sixth floor. With divorce on the cards, Nanny finds herself caught up in the X's embittered world of power plays, lies and deciet. As communication rapidly breaks down, will Nanny be able to maintain the mental health of Grayer, despite the onslaught of Personal Problem Consultants, macrobiotic nutritionist and bilingual meals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3269964307410205025?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3269964307410205025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3269964307410205025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3269964307410205025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3269964307410205025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/02/7-diario-de-uma-nanny-emma-mclaughlin.html' title='7. Diário de Uma Nanny, Emma McLaughlin &amp; Nicola Kraus'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S4vehJFMh7I/AAAAAAAACVM/4559E68_XOI/s72-c/diario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3825282289055865664</id><published>2010-02-22T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:05:26.639Z</updated><title type='text'>6. The Cat Who Knew Shakespeare, Lilian Jackson Braun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/3727968"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442228040927059986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S4atka4goBI/AAAAAAAACU8/qJiVgEIG9rw/s200/catwho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;249 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vastly wealthy due to his inheritance of the Klingenschoen estate in Pickax City way up North, Jim Qwilleran now enjoys the eccentricities of life in Moose County. Series fans will know about his pampered pair of Siamese cats; Koko, the male, pushes various Shakespeare plays off the shelf in Qwilleran's library, presumably commenting on events that excite and scandalize the town: the "accidental" death of the newspaper publisher, the disastrous fire that destroys the office, etc. A comfortable, quaint diversion, with interesting character names, wry remarks about feline behavior, and a deus ex machina protagonist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3825282289055865664?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3825282289055865664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3825282289055865664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3825282289055865664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3825282289055865664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-cat-who-knew-shakespeare-lilian.html' title='6. The Cat Who Knew Shakespeare, Lilian Jackson Braun'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S4atka4goBI/AAAAAAAACU8/qJiVgEIG9rw/s72-c/catwho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5310638728201432612</id><published>2010-02-16T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:43:46.497Z</updated><title type='text'>5. Duplo Crime, Tess Gerristsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5894694"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439531791535762738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S30ZWDLu7TI/AAAAAAAACUc/0la6NSkPKYk/s200/tess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;346 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tess Gerritsen excede-se neste thriller em que a patologista Maura Isles é obrigada a autopsiar o corpo da irmã gémea. Entre mãos, com a mesma frieza e rigor com sempre analisa os mortos, corta desta feita um corpo à sua imagem. Enquanto um serial killer parece obcecado em assassinar mulheres grávidas, Maura investiga o seu próprio passado para descobrir a origem da sua irmã gémea. Entretanto a detective Jane Rizolli, que faz com ela uma dupla implacável, está no término da sua gravidez. Estará também ela em perigo? Arrepiante, de vigoroso suspense, «Duplo Crime» confirma Tess Gerritsen como uma das grandes autoras do género. É o seu corpo mas não é ela. Todos a tomam por morta, mas quando chega, serenamente de viagem, percebe que algo de estranho se passa na vizinhança. Num carro foi encontrado o corpo de uma mulher. O tiro na cabeça foi fatal. Essa mulher é igual a Maura Isles...Depois das aventuras partilhadas em «O Cirurgião», «O Aprendiz» e «A Pecadora», a dupla volta a unir esforços para descobrir o serial killer que escolhe mulheres grávidas como vítimas a torturar. Enquanto Jane Rizolli, a expedita detective de homicídios, vive ela própria os últimos meses de gravidez - tornando-se também ela um alvo - a sua parceira de investigação, Maura, parece correr um perigo ainda maior. Sem saber que tinha uma irmã gémea, efectua a autópsia ao corpo dessa irmã desconhecida. Profissional experiente não deixa ainda assim de tremer face a um corpo que é em tudo igual ao seu. Os testes de ADN comprovam o seu parentesco e a data de nascimento é igual. Maura vê-se forçada a voltar ao seu próprio passado – aos negros mistérios que sempre evitara. Visita a verdadeira mãe, um mulher fria e distante, que se faz passar por esquizofrénica, e lhe lança uma ameaça... O que aconteceu à sua irmã pode acontecer a ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5310638728201432612?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5310638728201432612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5310638728201432612' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5310638728201432612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5310638728201432612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-duplo-crime-tess-gerristsen.html' title='5. Duplo Crime, Tess Gerristsen'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S30ZWDLu7TI/AAAAAAAACUc/0la6NSkPKYk/s72-c/tess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5290884906591470913</id><published>2010-02-09T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:40:46.069Z</updated><title type='text'>4. The Life You Want, Emily Barr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7704918"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436299235027535698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S3GdWfyLR1I/AAAAAAAACUM/F3Dw11m6HQw/s200/life-you-want.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 416 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever wished you could just leave it all behind again? Emily Barr's unputdownable new novel is about a mother of two with a seemingly perfect life who's really cracking up and longing to get away from it all. But when she finally gets to go away, toIndia, things are far from what she expects...She has to go away to come home to what she loves again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5290884906591470913?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5290884906591470913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5290884906591470913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5290884906591470913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5290884906591470913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-life-you-want-emily-barr.html' title='4. The Life You Want, Emily Barr'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S3GdWfyLR1I/AAAAAAAACUM/F3Dw11m6HQw/s72-c/life-you-want.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-954326753127075234</id><published>2010-01-27T19:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:56:10.796Z</updated><title type='text'>3. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6768151"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431501543657679394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S2CR4GqzqiI/AAAAAAAACTs/1j2zZvcdwqo/s200/tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;542 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Financial journalist Mikael Blomkvist has made his living uncovering the corrupt and crooked practices of Stockholm's leading financiers in his magazine, Millennium. But one expose unexpectedly backfires, and Blomkvist's reputation is in tatters. When he is offered an investigative job by powerful businessman Henrik Vanger, he is in no position to refuse. But he is surprised to find it has nothing to do with high finance - this time, it is a case of murder.Many years ago, Henrik's niece, Harriet, disappeared during a family gathering on the island owned and inhabited by the Vangers. No-one saw her leave the island, and no body was ever found. Even so, Henrik is convinced that she was murdered by a member of his own family - the tightly knit but dysfunctional Vanger clan.Blomkvist is soon in over his head. He has linked Harriet's disappearance to a number of gruesome murders from forty years ago, but it has become too dangerous to proceed alone. He needs a competent assistant, and he gets one: the gifted and conscience-free computer specialist, Lisbeth Salander. This truculent young woman has problems of her own. She in unwilling to take orders, rides a motorbike like a Hell's Angel and handles makeshift weapons with a skill born of rage.This improbably pair unravel a dark and appalling family history. But the Vangers are a secretive clan, and Blomkvist and Salander are about to find out just how far they are prepared to go to protect themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-954326753127075234?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/954326753127075234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=954326753127075234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/954326753127075234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/954326753127075234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-girl-with-dragon-tattoo.html' title='3. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S2CR4GqzqiI/AAAAAAAACTs/1j2zZvcdwqo/s72-c/tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4737607526217456228</id><published>2010-01-09T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:59:51.524Z</updated><title type='text'>2. Long Lost, Harlan Coben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7608971"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425465847518503778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S0sgcWZao2I/AAAAAAAACRs/hf0Z_gpOhvc/s200/coben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 371 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myron hasn't heard from Terese Collins in years. Not since their affair ended without explanation. He's had no contact with her since, so her call catches him off guard. She's in Paris, she says, in trouble and only Myron can help. Terese tells him a sad story she's never before revealed: a good marriage, her struggles to get pregnant, the happiest moment of her life when her only child was born, the day everything she'd ever loved was taken from her. As the years passed Terese heard nothing from her ex-husband, until the phone call that brought her to Paris. But on arrival, Terese finds her husband has been murdered, leaving her as a prime suspect. Then comes a startling piece of evidence that turns the entire case upside down, laying bare Terese's long-buried family secrets in the most shocking way and leaving Myron nowhere to turn for help. Caught in a foreign landscape where nothing is as it seems, he must tear apart the city - and eventually the globe - fighting for answers to unfathomable questions that will take Myron, and Harlan Coben's readers, where they have never gone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4737607526217456228?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4737607526217456228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4737607526217456228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4737607526217456228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4737607526217456228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-long-lost-harlan-coben.html' title='2. Long Lost, Harlan Coben'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S0sgcWZao2I/AAAAAAAACRs/hf0Z_gpOhvc/s72-c/coben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-176351251722205330</id><published>2010-01-03T23:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:23:48.570Z</updated><title type='text'>1. Crocodile on the Sandbank, Elizabeth Peters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S0ICboJDReI/AAAAAAAACRc/Zk8JS1PO-9I/s1600-h/crocodile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422899574962603490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S0ICboJDReI/AAAAAAAACRc/Zk8JS1PO-9I/s200/crocodile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;296 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amelia Peabody is Elizabeth Peters' best loved and brilliant creation, a thoroughly Victorian feminist who takes the stuffy world of archaeology by storm with her shocking men's pants and no-nonsense attitude! In this first Egyptian mystery, our headstrong heroine decides to use her substantial inheritance to see the world. On her travel, she rescues a gentlewoman in distress - Evelyn Barton-Forbes - and the two become friends. The two companions continue to Egypt where they face mysteries, mummies and the redoubtable Radcliffe Emerson, and outspoken archaeologist, who doesn't need women to help him solve mysteries - at least that's what he thinks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-176351251722205330?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/176351251722205330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=176351251722205330' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/176351251722205330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/176351251722205330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-crocodile-on-sandbanks-elizabeth.html' title='1. Crocodile on the Sandbank, Elizabeth Peters'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S0ICboJDReI/AAAAAAAACRc/Zk8JS1PO-9I/s72-c/crocodile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-687628351275309812</id><published>2010-01-01T15:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:08:15.214Z</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Parece que os anos passam e os livros lidos diminuem. Nem sei bem para onde vai o tempo que não se tem para ler, apesar das promessas iniciais de ler mais que no ano anterior! A ver vamos se 2010 traz ao menos boas leituras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-687628351275309812?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/687628351275309812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=687628351275309812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/687628351275309812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/687628351275309812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3026420561970755730</id><published>2009-12-30T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:55:59.543Z</updated><title type='text'>49. Morte à Primeira Vista, Peter James</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7196577"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422897750309952098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S0IAxax9WmI/AAAAAAAACRU/RiBVgqB_-_Y/s200/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 462 páginas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eles observam. Eles escolhem. Eles matam. Tom Bryce fez aquilo que qualquer pessoa decente faria. Mas horas depois de ter pegado no CD que tinha sido esquecido no banco ao lado do seu no comboio, e na tentativa de o devolver ao proprietário, Tom é a única testemunha de um assassínio perverso, e a sua jovem família é ameaçada de morte se ele contar à polícia. Mas apoiado pela sua mulher, Kellie, Tom presta corajosamente declarações junto da equipa de investigação criminal chefiada pelo comandante de polícia Roy Grace, um homem com os seus próprios fantasmas pessoais. A partir desse momento, o assassinato da família Bryce torna-se uma mera formalidade - e uma atracção macabra. O anúncio da morte de Kellie e Tom já foi posto na Internet. Pode entrar e vê-los numa página. A morte fica-lhes bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3026420561970755730?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3026420561970755730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3026420561970755730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3026420561970755730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3026420561970755730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/12/49-morte-primeira-vista-peter-james.html' title='49. Morte à Primeira Vista, Peter James'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/S0IAxax9WmI/AAAAAAAACRU/RiBVgqB_-_Y/s72-c/peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7831569112061310894</id><published>2009-12-16T23:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:52:58.449Z</updated><title type='text'>48. Cross Country, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7668053"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416217599129558018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SypFNcZWHAI/AAAAAAAACQc/88u9WRK5C_E/s200/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 406 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Detective Alex Cross is called to investigate a massacre-style murder scene, he is shocked to find that one of the victims is an old friend. Angry, grieving, and more determined than ever, Cross begins the hunt for the perpetrators of this vicious crime. He is drawn into a dangerous underworld right in the heart of Washington DC that leads him on a life-threatening journey to the Niger Delta, where heroin dealing, slave trading and corruption are rife. At the centre of this terrifying world, Cross finds the Tiger - the psychopathic leader of a fearsome gang of killers who are not what they seem. As Cross tracks the elusive Tiger through Africa, he must battle against conspiracy and untold violence. Alex Cross is in a heart-stopping chase that takes him across a vast and uncompromising landscape and finds him not only hunting for a horrific killer, but also fighting for his own survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7831569112061310894?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7831569112061310894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7831569112061310894' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7831569112061310894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7831569112061310894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/12/48-cross-country-james-patterson.html' title='48. Cross Country, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SypFNcZWHAI/AAAAAAAACQc/88u9WRK5C_E/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-26095441641345975</id><published>2009-12-09T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:29:51.226Z</updated><title type='text'>47. A Busca, Iris Johansen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/1690098"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413614439586137698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SyEFpnZ1BmI/AAAAAAAACQM/Snad2raB7Fo/s200/8103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;264 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Integrando uma equipa de elite de busca e salvamentos, Sarah Patrick e o seu cão Monty, têm o dom de encontrar aquilo que mais ninguém conseguiria localizar, seja um sobrevivente enterrado vivo durante um tremor de terra ou o esqueleto de uma criança assassinada. É a Sarah que Eve Duncan deve a recuperação dos restos da filha Bonnie (ver os anteriores romances da autora publicados pela Gradiva). Mas agora Sarah é forçada a tomar parte numa missão de vida ou de morte por um homem que sabe o suficiente sobre o seu passado para garantir a sua cooperação. Um homem que não aceita uma recusa.&lt;br /&gt;John Logan está habituado a conseguir o que quer e o que quer agora é a ajuda de Sarah. O seu laboratório ultra-secreto foi sabotado, as instalações destruídas e o pessoal, que escolheu a dedo, massacrado. O único sobrevivente foi vítima de sequestro. Logan sabe que a única maneira de salvar o homem ¾ e os segredos que guarda ¾ é encontrá-lo o mais rapidamente possível.&lt;br /&gt;Correndo contra o tempo para impedir o derramamento de sangue antes que surjam mais vítimas, Sarah e Logan vão apontar directamente ao coração do mal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-26095441641345975?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/26095441641345975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=26095441641345975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/26095441641345975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/26095441641345975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/12/47-busca-iris-johansen.html' title='47. A Busca, Iris Johansen'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SyEFpnZ1BmI/AAAAAAAACQM/Snad2raB7Fo/s72-c/8103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8003161794940565256</id><published>2009-12-01T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:48:42.229Z</updated><title type='text'>46. A Faint Cold Fear, Karin Slaughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523613"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412490535144508354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Sx0HdxFzy8I/AAAAAAAACPw/7zu5vJpNxso/s200/karin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 462 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sara Linton, medical examiner in the small town of Heartsdale, is called out to an apparent suicide on the local college campus. The mutilated body provides little in the way of clues - and the college authorities are keen to avoid a scandal - but for Sara and police chief Jeffrey Tolliver, things don't add up. Two more suspicious suicides follow, and a young woman is brutally attacked. For Sara, the violence strikes far too close to home. And as Jeffrey pursues the sadistic killer, he discovers that ex-police detective Lena Adams, now a security guard on campus, may be in possession of crucial information. But, bruised and angered by her expulsion from the force, Lena seems to be barely capable of protecting herself, let alone saving the next victim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8003161794940565256?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8003161794940565256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8003161794940565256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8003161794940565256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8003161794940565256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/12/46-faint-cold-fear-karin-slaughter.html' title='46. A Faint Cold Fear, Karin Slaughter'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Sx0HdxFzy8I/AAAAAAAACPw/7zu5vJpNxso/s72-c/karin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1156803145018526171</id><published>2009-11-22T15:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:12:46.882Z</updated><title type='text'>45. O Símbolo Perdido, Dan Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7602983"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407268445263760754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Swp6AIUgDXI/AAAAAAAACOI/4_mBpWCL96M/s200/simbolo-perdido-dan-brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 571 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Washington, D. C.: Robert Langdon, simbologista de Harvard, é convidado à última hora para dar uma palestra no Capitólio. Contudo, pouco depois da sua chegada, é descoberto no centro Rotunda um estranho objecto com cinco símbolos bizarros. Robert Langdon reconhece-os: trata-se de um convite ancestral para um mundo perdido de saberes esotéricos e ocultos. Quando Peter Solomon, eminente maçom e filantropo, é brutalmente raptado, Langdon compreende que só poderá salvar o seu mentor se aceitar o misterioso apelo. Langdon vê-se rapidamente arrastado para aquilo que se encontra por detrás das fachadas da cidade mais poderosa da América: câmaras ocultas, templos e túneis. Tudo o que lhe era familiar se transforma num mundo sombrio e clandestino, habilmente escondido, onde segredos e revelações da Maçonaria o conduzem a uma única verdade, impossível e inconcebível. Trama de história veladas, símbolos secretos e códigos enigmáticos, tecida com brilhantismo, O Símbolo Perdido é um thriller surpreendente e arrebatador que nos surpreende a cada página. O segredo mais extraordinário e chocante é aquele que se esconde diante dos nossos olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1156803145018526171?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1156803145018526171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1156803145018526171' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1156803145018526171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1156803145018526171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/11/46-o-simbolo-perdido-dan-brown.html' title='45. O Símbolo Perdido, Dan Brown'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Swp6AIUgDXI/AAAAAAAACOI/4_mBpWCL96M/s72-c/simbolo-perdido-dan-brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-105868102985543273</id><published>2009-11-02T22:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:12:35.089Z</updated><title type='text'>44. Crepúsculo, Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6533241"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399846424137412114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SvAbtpBfrhI/AAAAAAAACM4/bIL58E7fiEE/s200/crepusculo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 477 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When 17 year old Isabella Swan moves to Forks, Washington to live with her father she expects that her new life will be as dull as the town. But in spite of her awkward manner and low expectations, she finds that her new classmates are drawn to this pale, dark-haired new girl in town. But not, it seems, the Cullen family. These five adopted brothers and sisters obviously prefer their own company and will make no exception for Bella. Bella is convinced that Edward Cullen in particular hates her, but she feels a strange attraction to him, although his hostility makes her feel almost physically ill. He seems determined to push her away ? until, that is, he saves her life from an out of control car. Bella will soon discover that there is a very good reason for Edward's coldness. He, and his family, are vampires ? and he knows how dangerous it is for others to get too close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-105868102985543273?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/105868102985543273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=105868102985543273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/105868102985543273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/105868102985543273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/11/45-crepusculo-stephenie-meyer.html' title='44. Crepúsculo, Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SvAbtpBfrhI/AAAAAAAACM4/bIL58E7fiEE/s72-c/crepusculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8154504168413569138</id><published>2009-10-22T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:48:12.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>43. The Midnight Club, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/1965804"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395729737771477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SuF7m9PhaZI/AAAAAAAACMY/eDnEqTR3luo/s200/midnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;349 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A stunningly brilliant psychopathic killer who has skillfully elluded the police from London to Paris to New York. A beautiful woman journalist suddenly in grave danger. An unorthodox New York detective whose motive for stopping the killer couldn't be more personal or emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8154504168413569138?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8154504168413569138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8154504168413569138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8154504168413569138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8154504168413569138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/10/43-midnight-club-james-patterson.html' title='43. The Midnight Club, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SuF7m9PhaZI/AAAAAAAACMY/eDnEqTR3luo/s72-c/midnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-618152596988251480</id><published>2009-10-15T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:51:01.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>42. O Homem de Sampetersburgo, Ken Follet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SthPzuuoytI/AAAAAAAACMA/MIjzXkUSAiQ/s1600-h/follet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393148303911733970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SthPzuuoytI/AAAAAAAACMA/MIjzXkUSAiQ/s200/follet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;350 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1914: a Alemanha prepara-se para a guerra e os aliados constroem as suas defesas. Ambos os lados precisam da Rússia. O Duque de Walden e Winston Churchill planeiam, em total segredo, uma aliança russa mas um homem infiltra-se em Inglaterra com a intenção de deixar a sua marca na História e deixar o país a seus pés...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-618152596988251480?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/618152596988251480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=618152596988251480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/618152596988251480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/618152596988251480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/10/42-o-homem-de-sampetersburgo-ken-follet.html' title='42. O Homem de Sampetersburgo, Ken Follet'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SthPzuuoytI/AAAAAAAACMA/MIjzXkUSAiQ/s72-c/follet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7936194198660370816</id><published>2009-10-11T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:23:38.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>41. O Sabor da Vingança, Karen Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7532250"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391656973112178786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/StMDc2kb-GI/AAAAAAAACLo/kMyv9x9R9X8/s200/karen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 432 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romântico, aterrador. Dana trabalho num centro de acolhimento. Abriga mulheres vítimas de violência. Lida há tanto tempo com a dor que esqueceu já o que é amar. Quando Ethan Buchanan, habituado a perseguir alguns dos mais perigosos homens do planeta, a conhece fica desarmado. Mas também ele fará o que for preciso para reencontrar o seu afilhado. Será que se escondem naquela casa? Que segredos guarda Dana? Será ela a próxima vítima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7936194198660370816?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7936194198660370816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7936194198660370816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7936194198660370816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7936194198660370816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/10/41-o-sabor-da-vinganca-karen-rose.html' title='41. O Sabor da Vingança, Karen Rose'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/StMDc2kb-GI/AAAAAAAACLo/kMyv9x9R9X8/s72-c/karen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1113333046422123979</id><published>2009-10-04T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:35:54.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>40. Vozes de Verão, Rosamunde Pilcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/2349770"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389062506983511746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsnLzDEg1sI/AAAAAAAACK4/O032rrLKZr4/s200/vozes_de_verao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;296 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laura, de 37 anos, recupera de uma operação em casa da família do marido, enquanto Alec, com autorização da mulher, passa as suas férias anuais a pescar na Escócia. Mas nem estando numa casa tão agradável como Tremenheere ― na Cornualha e a escassos minutos do mar ― a perspectiva de passar duas semanas com os familiares do marido consegue ser animadora. Sobretudo porque Laura nunca acreditou que se tivesse realmente inserido na família e também porque nunca conseguiu sentir-se verdadeiramente livre da presença invisível da primeira mulher de Alec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1113333046422123979?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1113333046422123979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1113333046422123979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1113333046422123979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1113333046422123979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/10/40-vozes-de-verao-rosamunde-pilcher.html' title='40. Vozes de Verão, Rosamunde Pilcher'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsnLzDEg1sI/AAAAAAAACK4/O032rrLKZr4/s72-c/vozes_de_verao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3030368833749034091</id><published>2009-10-01T18:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:13:48.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>39. Relentless, Dean Koontz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523620"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387680565154718626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsTi7clSo6I/AAAAAAAACKw/2r5hNUpLZKk/s200/koontz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 356 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hostile reviews may have hastened the deaths of some writers, but Cubby Greenwich is made of sterner stuff. At least this is what he tells himself, meanwhile obsessing about the scathing review of his latest bestseller by Shearman Waxx in a national newspaper. A feared and therefore revered critic, Waxx has an aura of mystery about him that has carried him far as an arbiter of taste, but the mystery itself is about to break cover. In an unexpected encounter with Waxx, Cubby says one innocent word, but it is the wrong word, and it seems to trigger an inhuman fury in the critic, who becomes bent on destroying Cubby and everything he loves. For it soon becomes apparent that Waxx is not merely a ferocious literary enemy, but a ruthless sociopath. When Cubby finally learns the truth, can he save himself and his family from the appalling danger they are in? The terror has only just begun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3030368833749034091?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3030368833749034091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3030368833749034091' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3030368833749034091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3030368833749034091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/10/39-relentless-dean-koontz.html' title='39. Relentless, Dean Koontz'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsTi7clSo6I/AAAAAAAACKw/2r5hNUpLZKk/s72-c/koontz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4826754698022033063</id><published>2009-09-27T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:31:22.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>38. At the Stroke of Madness, Alex Kava</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523682"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386541113928240418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDWmp-6zSI/AAAAAAAACKg/YqOb17NKHCA/s200/Alex-Kava-the-Stroke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;329 páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FBI Special Agent Maggie O'Dell is just starting a hard-earned vacation when she gets a call from her friend, psychologist Dr. Gwen Patterson. One of Gwen's patients is missing on a trip to Connecticut. Can Maggie look into Joan Begley's disappearance? At first Maggie dismisses Gwen's concern. But when the body of a woman is discovered buried in an abandoned rock quarry in Connecticut, Maggie heads to the small town on "unofficial" business to see if there's a connection to Joan Begley. Soon the shocking news surfaces that more bodies have been discovered. And before she realizes it, Maggie is drawn into a case that confounds both local law enforcement and a seasoned criminal profiler like herself. The question remains: Where is Joan Begley? Is she in fact the woman discovered buried in the quarry? Or is she the unwilling guest of a killer obsessed with possessing an unimaginable prize from his victims?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4826754698022033063?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4826754698022033063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4826754698022033063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4826754698022033063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4826754698022033063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/09/38-at-stroke-of-madness-alex-kava.html' title='38. At the Stroke of Madness, Alex Kava'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDWmp-6zSI/AAAAAAAACKg/YqOb17NKHCA/s72-c/Alex-Kava-the-Stroke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7361631523288063932</id><published>2009-09-22T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:26:36.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>37. Twenties Girl, Sophie Kinsella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523678"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386539677066634946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDVTBQapsI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Od3Zp-1g7Ws/s200/Twenties-Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;432 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lara has always had an overactive imagination. Now she wonders if she is losing her mind. Normal twenty-something girls just don't get visited by ghosts! But inexplicably, the spirit of Lara's great aunt Sadie - in the form of a bold, demanding Charleston-dancing girl - has appeared to make one last request: Lara must track down a missing necklace Sadie simply can't rest without. Lara's got enough problems of her own. Her start-up company is floundering, her best friend and business partner has run off to Goa, and she's just been dumped by the love of her life. But as Lara spends time with Sadie, life becomes more glamorous and their treasure hunt turns into something intriguing and romantic. Could Sadie's ghost be the answer to Lara's problems and can two girls from different times end up learning something special from each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7361631523288063932?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7361631523288063932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7361631523288063932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7361631523288063932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7361631523288063932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/09/37-twenties-girl-sophie-kinsella.html' title='37. Twenties Girl, Sophie Kinsella'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDVTBQapsI/AAAAAAAACKQ/Od3Zp-1g7Ws/s72-c/Twenties-Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7721176710815571125</id><published>2009-09-17T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:28:20.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>36. Baggage, Emily Barr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7523679"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386540315318683394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDV4K7kBwI/AAAAAAAACKY/cRv7b_X47bE/s200/baggage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 346 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At eighteen, your closest friend commits suicide.At twenty-nine, you’re backpacking in the Australian outback when you see her. She has a husband. She has a ten-year-old son. She has a baby on the way. She claims to be someone else. But you’d recognise her anywhere.Back in England you tell your journalist boyfriend. While he never knew her, he always knew of her – her name is Daisy Fraser and she was awaiting trial over the deaths of four people when she jumped off the Severn Bridge. He thinks: This could be the scoop of the century. He says: Happy Christmas – I’m taking you to Australia to find Daisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7721176710815571125?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7721176710815571125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7721176710815571125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7721176710815571125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7721176710815571125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/09/36-baggage-emily-barr.html' title='36. Baggage, Emily Barr'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDV4K7kBwI/AAAAAAAACKY/cRv7b_X47bE/s72-c/baggage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1554170781764974036</id><published>2009-09-15T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:24:21.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>35. Relentless, Simon Kernick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5396462"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386539147028652834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDU0Ktg4yI/AAAAAAAACKI/iEP71m3cL3k/s200/Relentless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;461 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John Meron, a happily married father of two who's never been in trouble, receives a phone call that will change his life for ever: his friend Jack Calley, a high-flying City lawyer, is screaming down the phone for help. As Meron listens, Calley is murdered. His last words, spoken to his killer, are the first two lines of Meron's address. Confused and terrified, Meron scoops up his children and hurries out of the house. Just in time. Within minutes, a car pulls up outside, and three men get out. It's clear that they're coming for him. He's being hunted and has no idea why. And with his wife missing, an unidentified corpse in her office, and the police after him for murder, his life's about to get one hell of a lot worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1554170781764974036?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1554170781764974036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1554170781764974036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1554170781764974036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1554170781764974036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/09/35-relentless-simon-kernick.html' title='35. Relentless, Simon Kernick'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SsDU0Ktg4yI/AAAAAAAACKI/iEP71m3cL3k/s72-c/Relentless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5602482839179565530</id><published>2009-09-03T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:15:11.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>34. Be My Baby, Zoe Barnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/4354608"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377553529585885010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SqDocZOdX1I/AAAAAAAACIg/t1R96i9kfiM/s200/be_my_baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;330 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lorna had given up her career as a midwife to have her own baby. Happily married to Ed, she had looked forward to telling him that Leo would soon have a baby brother or a sister to play with. But fate had stepped in and left her widowed with a young son and another baby on the way. Eighteen months later, Lorna misses Ed as much as ever, but knows she must get out and make a new life for herself and her children. When her mum and dad suddenly find themselves desperate for somewhere to live, what could be more natural than for them to come and live with Lorna? It'll be a great opportunity for her to go back to her job, while they get to know their grandchildren. But that's before the mishaps, the arguments over childcare, or the rows that break out when Lorna announces that she's met a hunky doctor and is ready to start dating again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5602482839179565530?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5602482839179565530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5602482839179565530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5602482839179565530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5602482839179565530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/09/34-be-my-baby-zoe-barnes.html' title='34. Be My Baby, Zoe Barnes'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SqDocZOdX1I/AAAAAAAACIg/t1R96i9kfiM/s72-c/be_my_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2586072573340694517</id><published>2009-08-25T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:14:02.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>33. O Caso da Criança Desaparecida, Minette Walters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5143160"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376145948480659650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SpvoQY_YYMI/AAAAAAAACH4/YLSu6ewqnKU/s200/Liv01190055_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 334 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste livro, Walters dá a conhecer o estranho desaparecimento de Amy, uma criança com apenas dez anos. O assustador é que precisamente no bairro onde ela se eclipsou vive um pedófilo que atormenta a paz dos vizinhos e que os leva a pensar no pior. Os protestos para a descoberta de Amy rapidamente se transformam em motins organizados pela multidão em fúria que exibe cartazes que apelam à salvação da menina. O que a população desconhece é que nas garras desse perigoso homem se encontra aprisionada a jovem médica do bairro, em perigo de vida...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2586072573340694517?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2586072573340694517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2586072573340694517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2586072573340694517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2586072573340694517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/08/33-o-caso-da-crianca-desaparecida.html' title='33. O Caso da Criança Desaparecida, Minette Walters'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SpvoQY_YYMI/AAAAAAAACH4/YLSu6ewqnKU/s72-c/Liv01190055_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-2690759954329786307</id><published>2009-08-18T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:42:33.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>32. Whistleblower, Tess Gerritsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6533233"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371669622357640530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SowBD6tiRVI/AAAAAAAACHo/3D3IknkunL4/s200/tess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 328 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Victor Holland came flying out of the night, he ran straight into the path of Catherine Weaver's car. Having uncovered a terrifying secret which leads all the way to Washington, Victor is running for his life - and from the men who will go to any lengths to silence him.Victor's story sounds like the ravings of a mad-man, but the haunted look in his eyes - and the bullet hole in his shoulder - tell a different story.As each hour brings pursuers ever closer, Cathy has to wonder, is she giving her trust to a man in danger or trusting her life to a dangerous man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-2690759954329786307?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/2690759954329786307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=2690759954329786307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2690759954329786307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/2690759954329786307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/08/32-whistleblower-tess-gerritsen.html' title='32. Whistleblower, Tess Gerritsen'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SowBD6tiRVI/AAAAAAAACHo/3D3IknkunL4/s72-c/tess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-7432283160040814581</id><published>2009-08-12T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:21:29.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31. One for the Money, Janet Evanovich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/4611330"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369406521877159090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SoP2yIcnXLI/AAAAAAAACHA/ymMq7kxAPZ8/s200/one-for-the-money.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;320 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch out, world. Here comes Stephanie Plum, a bounty hunter with attitude. In Stephanie's opinion, toxic waste, rabid drivers, armed schizophrenics, and August heat, humidity, and hydrocarbons are all part of the great adventure of living in Jersey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's a product of the "burg," a blue-collar pocket of Trenton where houses are attached and narrow, cars are American, window are clean, and (God forbid you should be late) dinner is served at six. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now Stephanie's all grown up and out on her own, living five miles from Mom and Dad's, doing her best to sever the world's longest unbilical cord. Her mother is a meddler, and her grandmother is a few cans short of a case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of work and out of money, with her Miata repossessed and her refrigerator empty, Stephanie blackmails her bail bondsman cousin, Vinnie, into giving her a try as an apprehension agent. Stephanie knows zilch about the job requirements, but she figures her new pal, fearless bounty hunter Ranger, can teach her what it takes to catch a crook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her first assignment: nail Joe Morelli, a former vice cop on the run from a charge of murder one. Morelli is also the irresistible macho pig who took Stephanie's virginity at age sixteen and then wrote the details on the bathroom wall of Mario's Sub Shop. There's still powerful chemistry between these two, so the chase should be interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It could also be extremely dangerous, especially when Stephanie encounters a heavyweight title contender who likes to play rough. Benito Ramirez is known for his brutality to women. At the very least, his obsession with Stephanie complicates her manhunt and brings terror and uncertainty into her life. At the worst, it could lead to murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-7432283160040814581?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/7432283160040814581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=7432283160040814581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7432283160040814581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/7432283160040814581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/08/31-one-for-money-janet-evanovich.html' title='31. One for the Money, Janet Evanovich'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SoP2yIcnXLI/AAAAAAAACHA/ymMq7kxAPZ8/s72-c/one-for-the-money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-5632769700444330345</id><published>2009-08-08T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:20:49.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30. No Quarto da Noite, Peter Straub</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6407027"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368277798150728802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Sn_0Nw5j7GI/AAAAAAAACGw/59lQI2RFApQ/s200/image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 342 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No seu mais recente romance, Peter Straub conta a história de uma famosa escritora de livros infantis que, na sequência de um grotesco acidente, se apercebe que os acontecimentos mais importantes da sua vida, incluindo a sua própria existência, foram postos em questão. Willy Patrick, a respeitada autora do galardoado romance juvenil No Quarto da Noite, pensa que está a ficar louca - uma vez mais. Um dia é atraída a um parque de estacionamento de um armazém. Ela pressente que a sua filha, Holly, está a ser retida no edifício, e sente uma devastadora necessidade de a salvar. Mas o que Willy pressente é impossível, pois a sua filha está morta. No mesmo dia, o autor Timothy Underhill, que tem vindo a travar uma luta com a escrita do seu novo livro sobre uma jovem mulher problemática, é confrontado com o fantasma da irmã de nove anos, April. Pouco depois, começa a receber misteriosos e fragmentados e-mails que finalmente descobre serem de pessoas que conheceu na sua juventude - pessoas agora mortas. Tal como a irmã, eles têm algo urgente para lhe dizer. Quando Willy e Timothy se conhecem, as assustadoras semelhanças entre a trágica perda de Willy e a história narrada no manuscrito de Timothy sugerem que ambos devem unir forças para confrontar os males que os rodeiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-5632769700444330345?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/5632769700444330345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=5632769700444330345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5632769700444330345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/5632769700444330345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/08/30-no-quarto-da-noite-peter-straub.html' title='30. No Quarto da Noite, Peter Straub'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Sn_0Nw5j7GI/AAAAAAAACGw/59lQI2RFApQ/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3369382682176435894</id><published>2009-07-30T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:46:43.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>29. The Soul Catcher, Alex Kava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7311670"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364573671686334050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SnLLVOhG5mI/AAAAAAAACGg/Rz6eVFwNHJQ/s200/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;411 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FBI Special Agent Maggie O'Dell and her partner Tully investigate two cases--the murder of a senator's daughter in Washington, D.C., and a deadly shootout in Massachusetts, both of which are linked to Reverend Joseph Everett, who is dating Maggie's mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3369382682176435894?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3369382682176435894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3369382682176435894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3369382682176435894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3369382682176435894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/07/29-soul-catcher-alex-kava.html' title='29. The Soul Catcher, Alex Kava'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SnLLVOhG5mI/AAAAAAAACGg/Rz6eVFwNHJQ/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-4283842324879236502</id><published>2009-07-19T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:50:34.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>28. Handle with Care, Jodi Picoult</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7313354"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570050067920466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SmSSDxvldlI/AAAAAAAACGA/ls8k11eZ9Lk/s200/jodi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;477 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Charlotte O'Keefe's beautiful, much-longed-for, adored daughter Willow is born with osteogenesis imperfecta - a very severe form of brittle bone disease. If she slips on a crisp packet she could break both her legs, and spend six months in a half body cast. After years of caring for Willow, her family faces financial disaster. Then Charlotte is offered a lifeline. She could sue her obsetrician for wrongful birth - for not having diagnosed Willow's condition early enough in the pregnancy to be able to abort the child. The payout could secure Willow's future. But to get it would mean Charlotte suing her best friend. And standing up in court to declare that she would have prefered that Willow had never been born...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-4283842324879236502?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/4283842324879236502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=4283842324879236502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4283842324879236502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/4283842324879236502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/07/28-handle-with-care-jodi-picoult.html' title='28. Handle with Care, Jodi Picoult'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SmSSDxvldlI/AAAAAAAACGA/ls8k11eZ9Lk/s72-c/jodi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-3913319801948556966</id><published>2009-07-07T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:02:16.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27. 8th Confession, James Patterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7313348"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356428350188339602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SlXbNHXOwZI/AAAAAAAACFY/rH0t416YZz8/s200/8th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 356 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Behind the closed doors of San Francisco's grandest mansions, beautiful people party the nights away in a heady mix of money, drugs, drink and sex. But the rich and famous aren't the only ones with the keys to these most exclusive of addresses, someone else is intent on crashing the party. A rock star, a fashion designer, a software tycoon and a millionaire heiress. Each is glamourous, stunningly attractive and incredibly rich, but their similarities don't end there, they have something else in common too. They are all dead. Just as the rich and famous are the talk of the town when they're alive, interest in them certainly doesn't die when they do, and Detective Lindsay Boxer is quickly assigned to the case. In stark contrast, few people seem as interested when a local hero, Bagman Jesus, is brutally murdered.Reporter Cindy Thomas soon becomes interested in his story: his work with the homeless of San Francisco was admirable. He was loved by so many - who would want to kill him? Could the down-and-out Samaritan have been hiding a dark secret? It isn't just Cindy who has questions that need answering, Lindsay fiercely depends on Claire's help to crack her case. Both seek guidance from their friends, but in doing so, they are forced to confront feelings they'd buried away. Things aren't so simple for Yuki either, as she falls quite literally head over heels in love; but the man of her dreams isn't quite who he seems. The Women's Murder Club need each other more than ever but with tensions running high will the friends be strong enough to stick together or will the strain tear them apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-3913319801948556966?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/3913319801948556966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=3913319801948556966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3913319801948556966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/3913319801948556966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/07/27-8th-confession-james-patterson.html' title='27. 8th Confession, James Patterson'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SlXbNHXOwZI/AAAAAAAACFY/rH0t416YZz8/s72-c/8th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-1860131348516766101</id><published>2009-07-05T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:28:17.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>26. It Had to Be You, Susan Elisabeth Philips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SlJB88ZUUjI/AAAAAAAACFA/r1K2lJ6eIGw/s1600-h/susan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355415422157214258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SlJB88ZUUjI/AAAAAAAACFA/r1K2lJ6eIGw/s200/susan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;386 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windy city isn't quite ready for Phoebe Somerville-the trendy, outrageous and curvaceous New York knockout who has just inherited the Chicago Stars football team. And Phoebe is definitely not prepared for the Stars' head coach Dan Celbow - an Alabama-born former gridiron legend and blond barbarian.Calebow is everything Phoebe abhors - a sexist, jock tacskmaster with a one-track mind. The beautiful new boss is everything Dan despises - a meddling bimbo whos doesn't know pigskin from a pitcher's mound, So why is he drawn to the shameless sexpot like a heat-seeking missile? And why does Dan's good ol'boy charm leave cosmpolitan Pheobe feeling awkward, tongue-tied and frightened to death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-1860131348516766101?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/1860131348516766101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=1860131348516766101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1860131348516766101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/1860131348516766101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/07/26-it-had-to-be-you-susan-elisabeth.html' title='26. It Had to Be You, Susan Elisabeth Philips'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SlJB88ZUUjI/AAAAAAAACFA/r1K2lJ6eIGw/s72-c/susan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-101172789216210598</id><published>2009-06-25T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:34:19.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25. Compulsão, Val McDermid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/7196573"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351644099077463106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SkTb9DHT3EI/AAAAAAAACEQ/5r4YZ5FHURk/s200/compulsao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;415 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cometer um homicídio é como magia. A leveza da mão... o engano do olho. Dezenas de raparigas adolescentes estão desaparecidas no Reino Unido. As autoridades estão convencidas de que fugiram de casa e que estão ligadas apenas pelo azar de uma selecção aleatória. Os investigadores criminais Dr. Tony Hill e Carol Jordan são incumbidos de procurar um padrão. Passaram anos a explorar as mentes de loucos. Porém, os homens sãos também matam. E quando se escondem à vista de todos pode ser difícil encontrá-los... E aquilo que podem fazer é aterrador.Ele é bonito e talentoso, rico e famoso - um homem reconhecido pelo seu encanto, com poder de sedução... e vontade de destruir. Ninguém acredita no que ele é capaz de fazer. Ninguém imagina aquilo que já fez. E ninguém faz ideia do que está prestes a fazer. Até uma das alunas de Hill ser assassinada - o primeiro passo num jogo doentio e violento para três jogadores. E, de todos os assassinos que Hill e Jordan já caçaram, nenhum foi tão implacável, tão aterradoramente inteligente e tão brilhantemente esquivo como o assassino que está a caçá-los a eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-101172789216210598?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/101172789216210598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=101172789216210598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/101172789216210598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/101172789216210598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/06/25-compulsao-val-mcdermid.html' title='25. Compulsão, Val McDermid'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SkTb9DHT3EI/AAAAAAAACEQ/5r4YZ5FHURk/s72-c/compulsao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-9204427892729096187</id><published>2009-06-25T18:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:27:06.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>24. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K.Rowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5309704"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351317708419356530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SkOzGnKX13I/AAAAAAAACEA/QNDJU0kNaNg/s200/hp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 399 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harry has been burdened with a dark, dangerous and seemingly impossible task: that of locating and destroying Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes. Never has Harry felt so alone, or faced a future so full of shadows. But Harry must somehow find within himself the strength to complete the task he has been given. He must leave the warmth, safety and companionship of The Burrow and follow without fear or hesitation the inexorable path laid out for him.In this final, seventh installment of the Harry Potter series, J.K. Rowling unveils in spectactular fashion the answers to the many questions that have been so eagerly awaited. The spellbinding, richly woven narrative, which plunges, twists and turns at a breathtaking pace, confirms the author as a mistress of storytelling, whose books will be read, reread and read again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ebook)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-9204427892729096187?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/9204427892729096187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=9204427892729096187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/9204427892729096187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/9204427892729096187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/06/24-harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='24. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K.Rowling'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SkOzGnKX13I/AAAAAAAACEA/QNDJU0kNaNg/s72-c/hp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-6639116923049486438</id><published>2009-06-15T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:55:34.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23. Promise Me, Harlan Coben</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/5396467"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348278529426451938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Sjjm_HJP7eI/AAAAAAAACC8/0QhBlwdSm1w/s200/coben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;452 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2am phone call is from a young, frightened, lost girl who has called the one adult who had promised to help her if she ever got into any trouble - she has turned to Myron Bolitar. But Myron's help proves not to be enough. Stumbling from his Manhattan bed, he races down to pick up her up from a cold street corner and take her back to safety. But - against his better judgment - she persuades him to drop her at an unknown address in the suburbs. This is a mistake that he lives to regret, for Aimee Biel's final wave from a darkened porch turns out to be the last time anyone will see her...Driven by guilt and the desperation of her family, Myron decides to break his vow of six years and get involved in the search himself. But his past will not be buried so easily...and Myron must decide once and for all who he is and what he will stand up for if he is to have any hope of rescuing both Aimee and himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-6639116923049486438?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/6639116923049486438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=6639116923049486438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6639116923049486438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/6639116923049486438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/06/23-promise-me-harlan-coben.html' title='23. Promise Me, Harlan Coben'/><author><name>fantasma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09219924148023917284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SNoPrEWuKHI/AAAAAAAABAk/zZwEyA5x20s/S220/bruxinha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/Sjjm_HJP7eI/AAAAAAAACC8/0QhBlwdSm1w/s72-c/coben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22401571.post-8569267463133716486</id><published>2009-06-11T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:51:36.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>22. Dead Silence, Brenda Novak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/6694881"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348277855681489618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Z_BTXVJLVc/SjjmX5P7qtI/AAAAAAAACC0/cEb8p3rYsjg/s200/brenda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 419 páginas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a body buried behind a Mississippi farmhouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grace Montgomery knows who it is, and she knows why it happened. She was only thirteen the night it all went wrong. And now, like then, she has no choice but to keep her mouth shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grace left the town of Stillwater thirteen years ago, trying to forget, trying to make good. As an assistant D.A. in Jackson, she's finally achieved the success that was supposed to change her life. But it hasn't -- so she's come back to confront her own history. Which means returning to the farmhouse now owned by her brother and facing the people of Stillwater, a number of whom suspect the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Widower Kennedy Archer is one of those people. He's running for mayor and needs to stay as far away from Grace as possible. And yet . . . she's an enigma he can't resist. Even though her enemies are close to finding out what really happened -- and that could ruin them both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22401571-8569267463133716486?l=100fimavista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/feeds/8569267463133716486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22401571&amp;postID=8569267463133716486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8569267463133716486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22401571/posts/default/8569267463133716486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://100fimavista.blogspot.com/2009/06/22-dead-silence-brenda-novak.html' title='22. 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