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The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag (Flavia de Luce #2)

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The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag  (Flavia de Luce #2) by Alan Bradley Blurb: In  1950s English bucolic Bishop's Lacy, narrator Flavia de Luce, 11, has a passion for chemistry and a genius for solving murders. Pupeteer Rupert Porson has his strings sizzled, his charming helper Nialla suspect. Astride trusty bicycle Gladys, she investigates Gibbet Wood madwoman, icar, German pilot, and poisoned chocolates. Review: Of the many phrases that came to mind to describe Cynthia Richardson, "good sport" was not among them; "ogress," however, was. To  a certain degree I got what I wanted from this book: A cheeky, murder solving eleven-year-old being arrogant. Sadly, this is about everything this book managed and it might have overdone it to a point where it was more annoying than endearing. That doesn't mean that this book was terrible but it also wasn't my cup of tea. Personally, I couldn't hold interest in it at all, even tho

We Were Liars

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We Were Liars  by E. Lockhart Blurb: A  beautiful and distinguished family. A private island. A brilliant, damaged girl; a passionate, political boy. A group of four friends – the Liars – whose friendship turns destructive. A revolution. An accident. A secret. Lies upon lies. True love. The truth. Review: It was important, she said; it was kind; it was best. Don't cause distress, she said. Don't remind people of a loss. "Do you understand, Cady? Silence is a protective coating over pain." I  hadn't planned on reading this book so quickly. On the contrary, I currently need to read so many books for university that I've been meaning to concentrate on those; I only decided to read something "just for fun" when I noticed that I was spending less and less time reading because after studying for hours I simply felt like I didn't have the energy to read something like Gulliver's Travels , which irked me. "N