<?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-2253060785353254420</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:47:24.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-1236493098755208903</id><published>2008-12-29T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:35:31.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keturah and Lord Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SVjtO88_AKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lXo17p4TroU/s1600-h/Keturah+and+lord+death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SVjtO88_AKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lXo17p4TroU/s320/Keturah+and+lord+death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285235003855143074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen year old Keturah uses the art of storytelling to resist the call of death - but  how long can her stories prolong her life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-1236493098755208903?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1236493098755208903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=1236493098755208903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1236493098755208903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1236493098755208903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/12/keturah-and-lord-death.html' title='Keturah and Lord Death'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SVjtO88_AKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/lXo17p4TroU/s72-c/Keturah+and+lord+death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2410559775916486553</id><published>2008-11-17T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:15:08.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Abundance of Katherines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SSGJyNBOJDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/n4vJ8Eum_oM/s1600-h/Green+paperback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SSGJyNBOJDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/n4vJ8Eum_oM/s320/Green+paperback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269644534581437490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin is a child progidy who wishes to be more than just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt;, he wants to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;matter&lt;/span&gt;. Colin has also dated 19 girls named K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E. When K-19 breaks up with him, his best, and only, friend Hassan decides there's only one way to get over heartbreak: a road trip. Except the road trip ends abruptly in the middle-of-nowhere Tennessee, where there are no Katherines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SSGJtmFF0tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/5q8VREaLAfA/s1600-h/Green+hardcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SSGJtmFF0tI/AAAAAAAAAlE/5q8VREaLAfA/s320/Green+hardcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269644455409210066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2410559775916486553?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2410559775916486553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2410559775916486553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2410559775916486553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2410559775916486553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/abundance-of-katherines.html' title='An Abundance of Katherines'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SSGJyNBOJDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/n4vJ8Eum_oM/s72-c/Green+paperback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2221747393890944279</id><published>2008-11-05T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:27:27.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Benedict Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SRIAEsfTwvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qqK7bG84ZUQ/s1600-h/mysterious+benedict+society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SRIAEsfTwvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qqK7bG84ZUQ/s320/mysterious+benedict+society.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265270995011486450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When orphan Reynie and his tutor see an ad in the paper for intelligent kids, Reynie doesn't know that his life is about to change. After a series of bizarre exams, Reynie and three new friends form the Mysterious Benedict Society, and the four kids enter the Learning Institute for the Very Enlightened (LEARN). There, the children are supposed to figure out the evil doings of the head of the school, Mr. Curtain. From memory erasing to brainwashing, the children soon figure out that Mr. Curtain will stop at nothing to take over the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2221747393890944279?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2221747393890944279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2221747393890944279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2221747393890944279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2221747393890944279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/mysterious-benedict-society.html' title='The Mysterious Benedict Society'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SRIAEsfTwvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qqK7bG84ZUQ/s72-c/mysterious+benedict+society.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2461542300754303243</id><published>2008-10-28T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:01:27.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Off Famous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdhCKqJfaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/l-Y9QM4W-Go/s1600-h/mendle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdhCKqJfaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/l-Y9QM4W-Go/s320/mendle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262281379454483874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being a celeb really all that and free designer clothes? 16 year old Annie thinks so until she lands a spot on the hottest teen show. Soon dodging photo-hungry paparazzi and trying to live with good press isn't easy. This isn't how Annie pictured her big break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2461542300754303243?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2461542300754303243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2461542300754303243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2461542300754303243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2461542300754303243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/better-off-famous.html' title='Better Off Famous?'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdhCKqJfaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/l-Y9QM4W-Go/s72-c/mendle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-3054138283074694395</id><published>2008-10-28T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:51:41.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CosmoGirl Quiz Book: All About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdfFp_dsyI/AAAAAAAAAds/obJkh9IBVRk/s1600-h/Cosmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdfFp_dsyI/AAAAAAAAAds/obJkh9IBVRk/s320/Cosmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262279240381739810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book offers quizzes on everything in a teenage girl's life such as "What kind of shoe/car/ice cream flavor are you?," "Are you annoying?," and "Who runs your life?." The book is frequented by pictures of models in cool clothes. Each quiz is broken down into 3 or 4 ranges of scores, with hints to help those with ties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-3054138283074694395?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3054138283074694395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=3054138283074694395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3054138283074694395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3054138283074694395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/cosmogirl-quiz-book-all-about-you.html' title='CosmoGirl Quiz Book: All About You'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdfFp_dsyI/AAAAAAAAAds/obJkh9IBVRk/s72-c/Cosmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5991498654866659626</id><published>2008-10-28T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:43:18.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdb_2bEyTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-9KQZGLDDAk/s1600-h/Gone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdb_2bEyTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-9KQZGLDDAk/s320/Gone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275842104674610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if all the adults (anyone over age 14) disappeared? How would you live- as a leader or or follower?&lt;br /&gt;Sam finds himself leading a bunch of his friends and their siblings and neighbors to restore order. However, a group of bullies are making more than the usual trouble. Older people aren't the only malfunction in society as well: some of the kids left alive have developed powers. Will the just be able to bring peace, or will evil rule the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5991498654866659626?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5991498654866659626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5991498654866659626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5991498654866659626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5991498654866659626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdb_2bEyTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/-9KQZGLDDAk/s72-c/Gone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2022452665779065796</id><published>2008-10-28T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:37:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Figure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdax2MFqcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BJvzyKRr8Xs/s1600-h/Go+figure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdax2MFqcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BJvzyKRr8Xs/s320/Go+figure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262274502012021186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, a teenage girl who is overweight, is trying to make it through senior year of high school. Along with her weight issues Ryan is in therapy for depression and anxiety. Her ex-boyfriend is a rock star whom she hasn't heard from in awhile. Then his picture on the cover of the Rolling Stones makes her wonder if he wants her back.... Though the book deals with some dark issues, the main character promises it's not a sob story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2022452665779065796?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2022452665779065796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2022452665779065796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2022452665779065796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2022452665779065796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-figure.html' title='Go Figure'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdax2MFqcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BJvzyKRr8Xs/s72-c/Go+figure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5183240902495372308</id><published>2008-10-28T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:26:11.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sovay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdYfAJdkSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZkmAjZi3ZRM/s1600-h/Sovay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdYfAJdkSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZkmAjZi3ZRM/s320/Sovay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262271979244589346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Robin Hood as a teenage girl: Sovay, a girl from a wealthy family, begins robbing stagecoaches to test a would-be love interest. However, the teen is soon in very deep, trying to save her father after her fun goes too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5183240902495372308?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5183240902495372308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5183240902495372308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5183240902495372308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5183240902495372308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sovay.html' title='Sovay'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdYfAJdkSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZkmAjZi3ZRM/s72-c/Sovay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5973596869419394340</id><published>2008-10-28T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:12:42.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick &amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdTzVr8uwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9A6ZBIlpxFc/s1600-h/Nick+and+Norah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdTzVr8uwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9A6ZBIlpxFc/s320/Nick+and+Norah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262266831065627394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the flick based on Rachel Cohn &amp; David Levithan's book? It's a music-filled night in the lives of a few teens as they maneuver through NYC, and new and old relationships!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5973596869419394340?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5973596869419394340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5973596869419394340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5973596869419394340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5973596869419394340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/nick-norahs-infinite-playlist.html' title='Nick &amp; Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdTzVr8uwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9A6ZBIlpxFc/s72-c/Nick+and+Norah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7788177986573907329</id><published>2008-10-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:58:18.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy Jackson &amp; The Olympians Book 4: The Battle of the Labyrinth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdR9SZDrpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hrrsSqCG1V8/s1600-h/Riordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdR9SZDrpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hrrsSqCG1V8/s320/Riordan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262264802956521106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the newest installment in the series by Rick Riordan. Freshman orientation turns out to be more than even Percy Jackson expected, and soon he and his friends (half mortal/half immortals) must find their way through the Labyrinth! Battle ensues between the Olympian gods and the Titans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7788177986573907329?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7788177986573907329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7788177986573907329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7788177986573907329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7788177986573907329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/percy-jackson-olympians-book-4-battle.html' title='Percy Jackson &amp; The Olympians Book 4: The Battle of the Labyrinth'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SQdR9SZDrpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hrrsSqCG1V8/s72-c/Riordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2128049834569551503</id><published>2008-10-14T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:38:59.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister of Isis #1: Divine One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTZFKvfwyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/xTdbAvFNoAU/s1600-h/isis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTZFKvfwyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/xTdbAvFNoAU/s320/isis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257065347854353186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series focuses on three teen girls who are the descendants of the ancient Egypt’s divine pharaohs. The girls learn to use their new powers as Sisters of Isis, while trying to maintain normal teenage lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2128049834569551503?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2128049834569551503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2128049834569551503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2128049834569551503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2128049834569551503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sister-of-isis-1-divine-one.html' title='Sister of Isis #1: Divine One'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTZFKvfwyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/xTdbAvFNoAU/s72-c/isis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2371668174689410231</id><published>2008-10-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:34:47.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. Gods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTYMm16mCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4W3N07yiyno/s1600-h/childs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTYMm16mCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4W3N07yiyno/s320/childs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257064376144926754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe’s senior year is turned upside down when her mother remarries and relocates the duo to an island in the Aegean. Phoebe goes to a new school where her step-dad is in charge and the student population is descended from the Greek gods and goddesses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2371668174689410231?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2371668174689410231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2371668174689410231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2371668174689410231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2371668174689410231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-gods.html' title='Oh. My. Gods'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTYMm16mCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4W3N07yiyno/s72-c/childs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7383162536879758688</id><published>2008-10-14T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:25:29.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Far Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTWA9EsC1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/y41Uls7DklA/s1600-h/bray3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTWA9EsC1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/y41Uls7DklA/s320/bray3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257061976930782034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls of Spence are almost ready for their debut into society,&lt;br /&gt;which means arguments with Gemma's brother and Felicity's father as to&lt;br /&gt;what is acceptable. But even as the girls deal with the high society&lt;br /&gt;of London, their true test awaits in the magical Realms: will Gemma&lt;br /&gt;succeed in her fate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7383162536879758688?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7383162536879758688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7383162536879758688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7383162536879758688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7383162536879758688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-far-thing.html' title='The Sweet Far Thing'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTWA9EsC1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/y41Uls7DklA/s72-c/bray3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6056908453404072816</id><published>2008-10-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:23:44.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTVmYtUvKI/AAAAAAAAAck/y4C2ekmlqj8/s1600-h/bray2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTVmYtUvKI/AAAAAAAAAck/y4C2ekmlqj8/s320/bray2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257061520492510370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma continues the fight against Circe, the witch who destroyed her&lt;br /&gt;mother and re-opened the Realms. With her 3 best friends, the girls&lt;br /&gt;transport themselves between their lives at Spence Academy in England&lt;br /&gt;to other worlds. Can Gemma restore the Order, as she was meant to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6056908453404072816?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6056908453404072816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6056908453404072816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6056908453404072816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6056908453404072816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/rebel-angels.html' title='Rebel Angels'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTVmYtUvKI/AAAAAAAAAck/y4C2ekmlqj8/s72-c/bray2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7767928206213978159</id><published>2008-10-14T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:20:57.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great and Terrible Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTU8dCu3_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/DTlZNsJW_Sc/s1600-h/bray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTU8dCu3_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/DTlZNsJW_Sc/s320/bray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257060800101539826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the suspicious death of her mother in 1895, sixteen-year-old Gemma returns to England, after many years in India, she attends a finishing school where she becomes aware of her magical powers and ability to see into the spirit world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7767928206213978159?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7767928206213978159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7767928206213978159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7767928206213978159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7767928206213978159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-and-terrible-beauty.html' title='A Great and Terrible Beauty'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPTU8dCu3_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/DTlZNsJW_Sc/s72-c/bray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7948664787368405940</id><published>2008-10-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:21:06.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPPX3da6FpI/AAAAAAAAAcM/R0XijTT_68g/s1600-h/mason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPPX3da6FpI/AAAAAAAAAcM/R0XijTT_68g/s320/mason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256782537861764754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the horror tale of Mason, a mentally disabled teen unaware of his own powers. &lt;br /&gt;When his only friend Rene is attacked by his older brother Gene, will Mason be able to save her life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7948664787368405940?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7948664787368405940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7948664787368405940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7948664787368405940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7948664787368405940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/mason.html' title='Mason'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPPX3da6FpI/AAAAAAAAAcM/R0XijTT_68g/s72-c/mason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5726630431412790482</id><published>2008-10-13T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:13:12.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPPWBR8GaMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SnvOIvhXwDo/s1600-h/planet+pregnancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPPWBR8GaMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SnvOIvhXwDo/s320/planet+pregnancy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256780507555195074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 16 year old Sahara finds out she is pregnant, she is scared to tell anyone. She thinks that no one will understand what it is like on Planet Pregnancy. In free verse poetry, Sahara rhymes about the nine months of indecision and choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5726630431412790482?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5726630431412790482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5726630431412790482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5726630431412790482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5726630431412790482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/planet-pregnancy.html' title='Planet Pregnancy'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPPWBR8GaMI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SnvOIvhXwDo/s72-c/planet+pregnancy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7003426286804606095</id><published>2008-10-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:10:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Live Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPSoZpg2arI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Z7b2-_TO-io/s1600-h/how.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPSoZpg2arI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Z7b2-_TO-io/s320/how.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257011823642045106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daisy trades in her unhappy life in NYC for the peace of the English countryside with her aunt and 4 cousins, she has no idea that the world is about to change. A few weeks into her stay, England is attacked, and Daisy's life is never the same. Daisy experiences a love most would avoid, and tries to stay alive amid chaos and bullets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7003426286804606095?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7003426286804606095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7003426286804606095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7003426286804606095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7003426286804606095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-i-live-now.html' title='How I Live Now'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SPSoZpg2arI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Z7b2-_TO-io/s72-c/how.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-3231598139434529463</id><published>2008-09-10T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:56:52.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMg0iqs7ehI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RpjXxCpNAlU/s1600-h/chiggers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMg0iqs7ehI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RpjXxCpNAlU/s200/chiggers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244499536255875602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMg0cxk829I/AAAAAAAAAas/bj3M66RDOno/s1600-h/chiggers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMg0cxk829I/AAAAAAAAAas/bj3M66RDOno/s200/chiggers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244499435022244818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This graphic novel is about a summer at camp. A group of girls change and find out what true friendship is really about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-3231598139434529463?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3231598139434529463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=3231598139434529463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3231598139434529463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3231598139434529463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/chiggers.html' title='Chiggers'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMg0iqs7ehI/AAAAAAAAAa0/RpjXxCpNAlU/s72-c/chiggers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8496757455461465307</id><published>2008-09-10T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:57:54.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Will Shakespeare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgzKgklMqI/AAAAAAAAAak/kcCs8k47KoU/s1600-h/loving+will+shak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgzKgklMqI/AAAAAAAAAak/kcCs8k47KoU/s200/loving+will+shak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244498021708018338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This book is told from the point of view of William Shakespeare's wife, Anne Hathaway. Older than the writer, Anne's unfortunate circumstances cost her a normal life. Then along comes Will, a handsome and studious boy with great ambitions. The account is honest, with few details left out.&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/2253060785353254420-8496757455461465307?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8496757455461465307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8496757455461465307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8496757455461465307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8496757455461465307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-will-shakespeare.html' title='Loving Will Shakespeare'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgzKgklMqI/AAAAAAAAAak/kcCs8k47KoU/s72-c/loving+will+shak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7140506547377736065</id><published>2008-09-10T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:46:51.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plain Janes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgyNWFOqWI/AAAAAAAAAac/5v0D858GQOo/s1600-h/plain+janes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgyNWFOqWI/AAAAAAAAAac/5v0D858GQOo/s200/plain+janes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244496970920143202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Jane is a victim of an attack in Metro City, her parents leave the city for the suburbs. This gives Jane the opportunity to re-make herself into an artsy type. Offered the opportunity to hang with the popular crowd, Jane prefers to befriend the group of Janes on the edge of social hierarchy. The 4 Janes come together to beautify the town with "Art Attacks," but the police and some members of the town want to punish the secret artists.  &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/2253060785353254420-7140506547377736065?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7140506547377736065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7140506547377736065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7140506547377736065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7140506547377736065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/plain-janes.html' title='The Plain Janes'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgyNWFOqWI/AAAAAAAAAac/5v0D858GQOo/s72-c/plain+janes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-4773464086935903322</id><published>2008-09-10T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:33:53.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Re-Gifters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgvI_m5jcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/P4uLziYe8Bg/s1600-h/re-gifters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgvI_m5jcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/P4uLziYe8Bg/s200/re-gifters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244493597632990658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tale of Korean American teen Dixie, who is secretly in love with Adam. Both teens, along with Dixie's BFF Avril, practice martial arts after school. Dixie's crush messes with her concentration, so that she misses her chance to participate in the big tournament. However, an unexpected turn of events allows Dixie to fight, and win the affections of a great dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-4773464086935903322?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4773464086935903322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=4773464086935903322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4773464086935903322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4773464086935903322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/re-gifters.html' title='The Re-Gifters'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SMgvI_m5jcI/AAAAAAAAAaU/P4uLziYe8Bg/s72-c/re-gifters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2165036151817622843</id><published>2008-08-19T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:23:49.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Wimpy Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKxvPFO5MvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/B6DSzceo2pU/s1600-h/wimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKxvPFO5MvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/B6DSzceo2pU/s200/wimp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236682771618411250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't let the title fool you: this is no "Dear Diary"! Greg is a kid who means well, but can't seem to reach the level of coolness he'd like. Whether it's his family embarrassing him (his mom is his substitute teacher!), or his best friend (Rowley wears a superman costume to a haunted house), this is a hilarious, illustrated look into the life of a slightly wimpy kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2165036151817622843?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2165036151817622843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2165036151817622843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2165036151817622843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2165036151817622843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/diary-of-wimpy-kid.html' title='Diary of a Wimpy Kid'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKxvPFO5MvI/AAAAAAAAAaM/B6DSzceo2pU/s72-c/wimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-4100016177326503917</id><published>2008-08-19T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:41:47.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKsSuj0hCPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1skoFoLyLY4/s1600-h/Talent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKsSuj0hCPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1skoFoLyLY4/s200/Talent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236299582847125746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mac, the 12 year old daughter of a Hollywood power couple is ready to rule the school again; except that she isn't sure what her own talent is! Her best friend is a surfer, her sister a genius...until at a huge premier party, Mac discovers that her talent is...recognizing talent! Can she turn Iowa native Emily into the next big thing, or will the attempt turn her into the biggest flop in middle school?? Mac and her BFFs won't waste any chance to prove their fashion and talent are the best around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-4100016177326503917?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4100016177326503917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=4100016177326503917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4100016177326503917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4100016177326503917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/talent.html' title='Talent'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKsSuj0hCPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1skoFoLyLY4/s72-c/Talent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-1179373844449353598</id><published>2008-08-16T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:59:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKbrJ6Pp2xI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SQi3HcoWHYY/s1600-h/Primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKbrJ6Pp2xI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SQi3HcoWHYY/s200/Primavera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130172351044370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Flora is a member of the Pazzi family, second in money and political strength only to the Medicis. Flora is the youngest, and often overlooked by her parents; her nonna (grandmother) takes care of her. While her life was destined for the convent (something she never wanted), fate's twists changes everything. Instead of gardening, she is being taught to fight, as the secrets of her family's life spill out into the public.&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/2253060785353254420-1179373844449353598?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1179373844449353598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=1179373844449353598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1179373844449353598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1179373844449353598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKbrJ6Pp2xI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/SQi3HcoWHYY/s72-c/Primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7213261156256119720</id><published>2008-08-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:22:24.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merchant of Venice: Graphic Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKC674nvFLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6kHLoH23NZs/s1600-h/merchant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKC674nvFLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6kHLoH23NZs/s200/merchant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233388304978613426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This graphic novel version of Shakespeare's play is condensed. Bassanio is vying for the affection of Portia. In order to marry her, his friend Antonio lends him money; however when the deal goes sour, Antonio's life is in danger. Can Bassanio marry Portia, and keep his friend alive?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7213261156256119720?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7213261156256119720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7213261156256119720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7213261156256119720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7213261156256119720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/merchant-of-venice-graphic-novel.html' title='The Merchant of Venice: Graphic Novel'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SKC674nvFLI/AAAAAAAAAZk/6kHLoH23NZs/s72-c/merchant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-541182928013496714</id><published>2008-07-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:54.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boxer and the Spy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SI884JX3yZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WKP2m5Rd3P0/s1600-h/9780399247750_150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SI884JX3yZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WKP2m5Rd3P0/s200/9780399247750_150x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228464627686820242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Terry and his best friend (and not-so-secret crush) Abby are horrified when their friend Jason is found dead on the beach in their hometown. Pronounced a suicide, the adults claim Jason's death was related to steroids; something Terry and Abby are certain the shy Jason would never touch. Taking matter into their own hands, the two fifteen year olds and some friends take on the case. Alternate chapters focus on Terry's boxing under the direction of local gym owner, George. Little does Terry know that boxing will come in handy in both the gym and in cracking the case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-541182928013496714?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/541182928013496714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=541182928013496714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/541182928013496714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/541182928013496714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/boxer-and-spy.html' title='The Boxer and the Spy'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SI884JX3yZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WKP2m5Rd3P0/s72-c/9780399247750_150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6200457950801257718</id><published>2008-07-07T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:54.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Cents A Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SHI1vNtd06I/AAAAAAAAAZM/-HS5gzp6wTk/s1600-h/51w44-5rIuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SHI1vNtd06I/AAAAAAAAAZM/-HS5gzp6wTk/s200/51w44-5rIuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294003326309282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This book is about Ruby, a fifteen year old girl growing up in the Great Depression. Her father deceased, and her mother unable to find work due to illness, Ruby leaves school to work in a factory. At a local dance she meets badboy Paulie, who tips her off on how to make more money: dancing, one of Ruby's favorite pastimes. Except that this isn't dancing swing with her friends, but dancing with unknown men, at night. The job is not considered "respectable," so Ruby must hide her work from her mother. And, her relationship with Paulie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6200457950801257718?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6200457950801257718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6200457950801257718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6200457950801257718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6200457950801257718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-cents-dance.html' title='Ten Cents A Dance'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SHI1vNtd06I/AAAAAAAAAZM/-HS5gzp6wTk/s72-c/51w44-5rIuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2464333272433723966</id><published>2008-06-21T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:54.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brothers Torres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SF1Ofa8XYgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5H_gvrX0iUE/s1600-h/voorhees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SF1Ofa8XYgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5H_gvrX0iUE/s200/voorhees.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214410245280326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the tale of Frankie Towers, a teen growing up in NM. While Steve, his older brother, is popular, adored by girls, and a star soccer player, Frankie mostly works at the family restaurant and blows things up with his best friend Zach.&lt;br /&gt;Things change when Frankie enters 10th grade; his brother starts hanging out with the tough crowd more, and comes home less (if at all). This leads Frankie to popularity (and a hott, awesome girlfriend). However, Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Towers keep questioning Frankie about Steve, instead of asking Steve himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With popularity comes haters: for Steve it is the rich kid in town, Dalton, who wants to beat him up and get the girl. How far do you go to be popular, to be in charge, to be tough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2464333272433723966?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2464333272433723966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2464333272433723966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2464333272433723966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2464333272433723966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/brothers-torres.html' title='The Brothers Torres'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SF1Ofa8XYgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/5H_gvrX0iUE/s72-c/voorhees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5759379751567729210</id><published>2008-06-16T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Killed James</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SFbGHjlz_wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/WT7BGMvx28Q/s1600-h/Hyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SFbGHjlz_wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/WT7BGMvx28Q/s200/Hyde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212571451843149570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theresa wants to get back at Randy, her boyfriend, for another "break" in their relationship. James, her older neighbor whose been in love with her for years, seems like a good chance-he's in the military, good looking and drives a motor cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Except that Randy tries to get Theresa back at the party. And then James drive his motorcycle over a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa never meant to hurt James. And now James is gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5759379751567729210?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5759379751567729210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5759379751567729210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5759379751567729210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5759379751567729210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-i-killed-james.html' title='The Day I Killed James'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SFbGHjlz_wI/AAAAAAAAAYk/WT7BGMvx28Q/s72-c/Hyde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7963315715609911764</id><published>2008-06-09T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SE2_K9m0z9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WpsNUDEHLX0/s1600-h/Jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210030538994536402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SE2_K9m0z9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WpsNUDEHLX0/s200/Jacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Claudine has long buried her own needs and dreams to cover for her alcoholic mother. She protects herself with careful planning and constant control. Order is her weapon. After her mother disappears-another alcoholic binge?-and 17 year old Claudine finds herself all alone, a much darker reality emerges from beneath years of angry denial and enabling behavior. And as the truth comes closer to the surface, Claudine must dig for the answers she's always worked so hard to cover up.&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/2253060785353254420-7963315715609911764?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7963315715609911764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7963315715609911764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7963315715609911764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7963315715609911764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/buried.html' title='Buried'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SE2_K9m0z9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WpsNUDEHLX0/s72-c/Jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-699682138487429751</id><published>2008-05-30T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SEBm6pYvEvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Gx8UKFpNjd4/s1600-h/sandell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SEBm6pYvEvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Gx8UKFpNjd4/s200/sandell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206274326968341234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A twist on the Arthurian legend of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lady of Shalott&lt;/span&gt;, this novel focuses on the imagined life of Elaine of Ascolat. At 16, she lives with her father and brothers in a military camp. Her secret love is for Lancelot, but the appearance of Gwynivere seems to ruin any chances Elaine may have for true love. And then Arthur's army is called to action, and Elaine fears for the safety of all whom she loves....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-699682138487429751?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/699682138487429751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=699682138487429751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/699682138487429751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/699682138487429751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-of-sparrow.html' title='Song of the Sparrow'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SEBm6pYvEvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Gx8UKFpNjd4/s72-c/sandell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6021532708052763654</id><published>2008-05-19T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witch Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIRnfJwR_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZwdQ3DD5Qvg/s1600-h/rees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIRnfJwR_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZwdQ3DD5Qvg/s200/rees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202239889641326578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The contents of this book are the diary of Mary Newbury, a teenage girl living in England with her grandmother in the 1600s. In 1659 her grandmother was hung, accused of being a witch; a mysterious woman gives Mary Puritan clothing and has her leave for America with a group of Puritans. However, the same threat which her grandmother faced sets upon Mary: she must choose to either marry a minister, or flee, to escape the accusation and fate of a witch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6021532708052763654?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6021532708052763654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6021532708052763654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6021532708052763654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6021532708052763654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/witch-child.html' title='Witch Child'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIRnfJwR_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZwdQ3DD5Qvg/s72-c/rees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-9035609211705301834</id><published>2008-05-19T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIM4KFFNBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9dSOKYVRG5A/s1600-h/mcmann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIM4KFFNBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9dSOKYVRG5A/s200/mcmann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202234678484218898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janie has the ability to go inside the dreams of others. But the novelty has worn off, and at seventeen she'd just like to keep to herself. Usually the dreams are just annoying, the naked dreams, falling, or sex dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Until she winds up in a nightmare where she isn't just an audience member, but a player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-9035609211705301834?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9035609211705301834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=9035609211705301834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9035609211705301834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9035609211705301834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/wake.html' title='Wake'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIM4KFFNBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/9dSOKYVRG5A/s72-c/mcmann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-1928954879403953622</id><published>2008-05-19T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House of Djinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIKBI8k-3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/oM1cA_z70Mc/s1600-h/staples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIKBI8k-3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/oM1cA_z70Mc/s200/staples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202231534264056690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mumtaz has spent the last ten years living with her father's family; it was ten years ago that her mother, Shabanu, staged her own death for the daughter's safety.&lt;br /&gt;Mumtaz has only her grandfather Baba and cousin for support; with Baba's sudden death secrets are revealed and life is about to change for Mumtaz: Her cousin Jameel, her best friend, is to be her husband in an arranged marriage, and the tribal leader! Jameel and Mumtaz must decide whether the good of the family is worth their personal dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-1928954879403953622?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1928954879403953622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=1928954879403953622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1928954879403953622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1928954879403953622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/house-of-djinn.html' title='The House of Djinn'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDIKBI8k-3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/oM1cA_z70Mc/s72-c/staples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-1561397743693563036</id><published>2008-05-19T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:55.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHwtpZN7FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BHXN3k1A3yU/s1600-h/marr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHwtpZN7FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BHXN3k1A3yU/s200/marr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202203711586036818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unknown to the human world, there is a fight for power among those of the Faery Court and the Dark Court.&lt;br /&gt;Human Leslie knows nothing of the struggle, but spies a beautiful tattoo she can't pass up; the seventeen year old is certain that the tattoo will signify the changes she wishes for her life.&lt;br /&gt;However, the tattoo brings changes Leslie never imagined: she becomes tied to dark leader  Irial, and is drawn deeper into the Faery world. Leslie can't resist, but is not safe, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-1561397743693563036?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1561397743693563036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=1561397743693563036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1561397743693563036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1561397743693563036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/ink-exchange.html' title='Ink Exchange'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHwtpZN7FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BHXN3k1A3yU/s72-c/marr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5825097786216930319</id><published>2008-05-19T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy: A Private Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHtYxY8xPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aIv12d_Sah4/s1600-h/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHtYxY8xPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aIv12d_Sah4/s200/brian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202200054420260082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheyenne Martin's death leaves an opening for a new leader of Billings Hall. The position falls to Reed, now the most powerful girl at Easton Academy. Access to everyone, including alumni, Reed's top spot is a blessing and a curse: all three leaders before her had nasty endings, and history tends to repeat itself at Easton Academy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5825097786216930319?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5825097786216930319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5825097786216930319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5825097786216930319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5825097786216930319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/legacy-private-novel.html' title='Legacy: A Private Novel'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHtYxY8xPI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aIv12d_Sah4/s72-c/brian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7643469500249851110</id><published>2008-05-19T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoureau at Walden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHrtr-rg9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/5iWKvWp9laI/s1600-h/porcellino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHrtr-rg9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/5iWKvWp9laI/s200/porcellino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202198214721897426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you read Henry David Thoreau's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walden&lt;/span&gt;? John Porcellino has reconstructed the famous work into a graphic novel, with bright, simple images and few words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7643469500249851110?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7643469500249851110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7643469500249851110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7643469500249851110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7643469500249851110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoureau-at-walden.html' title='Thoureau at Walden'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHrtr-rg9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/5iWKvWp9laI/s72-c/porcellino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8540126546518627285</id><published>2008-05-19T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Know of Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHqSaT4JtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Y_lYT0Sx5YI/s1600-h/ALL%2BWE%2BKNOW%2BOF%2BHEAVEN-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHqSaT4JtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Y_lYT0Sx5YI/s200/ALL%2BWE%2BKNOW%2BOF%2BHEAVEN-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202196646610872018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Based on the true story, this novel tells the horrifying tale of two girls who were BFFs. One day inattention on an icy road leaves one injured and in a comma, and the other dead. One family mourns while the other prays for recovery-until doctors discover that there has been a terrible case of mistaken identity: the girl who lived was not whom they thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8540126546518627285?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8540126546518627285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8540126546518627285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8540126546518627285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8540126546518627285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-we-know-of-heaven.html' title='All We Know of Heaven'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHqSaT4JtI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Y_lYT0Sx5YI/s72-c/ALL%2BWE%2BKNOW%2BOF%2BHEAVEN-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-4256039648162390662</id><published>2008-05-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHn-rhBGOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YPXZi4MY45M/s1600-h/cabot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHn-rhBGOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YPXZi4MY45M/s200/cabot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202194108608747746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Social outcast Emerson Watts accompanies her sister to a store grand opening, but not willingly. So things become out of control when an accident leaves Em in the body of teen model Nikki Howard.&lt;br /&gt;Em's life is changed forever, and her old problems are nowhere near what she's dealing with now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-4256039648162390662?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4256039648162390662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=4256039648162390662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4256039648162390662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4256039648162390662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/airhead.html' title='Airhead'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHn-rhBGOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YPXZi4MY45M/s72-c/cabot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-3894185198372705057</id><published>2008-05-19T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genius Squad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHl9gpy4QI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6hOdXBTbRtE/s1600-h/jinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHl9gpy4QI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6hOdXBTbRtE/s200/jinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202191889489649922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evil Genius&lt;/span&gt; finds Cadel hiding from the imprisoned Prosper English and searching for a home where he can belong (and have access to all the technology he desires!) No one seems to want him, except for the Genius Squad, whom he's not sure he can trust. And then the 24/7 surveillance of Cadel is threatened when Prosper English breaks out of jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-3894185198372705057?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3894185198372705057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=3894185198372705057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3894185198372705057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3894185198372705057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/genius-squad.html' title='Genius Squad'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHl9gpy4QI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6hOdXBTbRtE/s72-c/jinks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8025599254846872952</id><published>2008-05-19T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:56.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Compound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHbLi_5HRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/X-yOkO58AzM/s1600-h/bodeen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHbLi_5HRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/X-yOkO58AzM/s200/bodeen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202180036009467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fifteen year old Eli and his family have lived in the compound his father built for six years. Life as they knew it is gone forever after nuclear war engulfed the world. Eli feels guilty to be alive because his twin brother didn't make it into the safety of the compound. And then he discovers that his father has lied a few things.... Is it safe to be in the compound, or is father lying about more than he'll admit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8025599254846872952?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8025599254846872952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8025599254846872952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8025599254846872952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8025599254846872952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/compound.html' title='The Compound'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHbLi_5HRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/X-yOkO58AzM/s72-c/bodeen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6195808010675445584</id><published>2008-05-19T12:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:57.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road of Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHXSi_5HQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PRGrOEASfho/s1600-h/fine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHXSi_5HQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PRGrOEASfho/s200/fine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202175758222040322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuri is taught in school that the revolution was good for his nation. However, he learns that the government does not look out for the people. A few wrong words have him branded an "enemy of the state," and Yuri must flee to try to save himself from the horrible fate waiting for those who resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6195808010675445584?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6195808010675445584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6195808010675445584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6195808010675445584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6195808010675445584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-of-bones.html' title='The Road of Bones'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHXSi_5HQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/PRGrOEASfho/s72-c/fine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-3140645914265736622</id><published>2008-05-19T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:57.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Off Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHUzS_5HOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/c4CEbsKAFwc/s1600-h/murdock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHUzS_5HOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/c4CEbsKAFwc/s200/murdock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202173022327872738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Follow up to Dairy Queen, we find narrator D. J. making decent grades, helping out on her family's farm, and playing on the high school football team as the first female linebacker in Wisconsin. However, things don't stay well for long: her friendship with Brian, the rival high school quarterback, is strained by articles in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; People&lt;/span&gt; magazine. D.J.'s best friend runs away. Then her bother injures himself on the football field, and refuses to respond to anyone. D.J. stays with him in the hospital, and accompanies him to rehabilitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-3140645914265736622?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3140645914265736622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=3140645914265736622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3140645914265736622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3140645914265736622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-season.html' title='The Off Season'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHUzS_5HOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/c4CEbsKAFwc/s72-c/murdock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2928239377104529200</id><published>2008-05-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:57.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latent Powers of Dylan Fontaine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHSMS_5HNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xgV0XTw6m4w/s1600-h/lurie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHSMS_5HNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xgV0XTw6m4w/s200/lurie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202170153289718994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes Dylan feels he can't control his life. His mom split for another man, and his father is a workaholic. His older, perfect brother is a pothead. And his best friend Angie, (a girl), is going to remain just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Angie forces him to be part of her new movie, set in Greenwich Village. And soon Dylan has got to make some changes, and step into the spotlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2928239377104529200?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2928239377104529200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2928239377104529200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2928239377104529200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2928239377104529200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/latent-powers-of-dylan-fontaine.html' title='The Latent Powers of Dylan Fontaine'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHSMS_5HNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/xgV0XTw6m4w/s72-c/lurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6259217143698643135</id><published>2008-05-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:57.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newes From The Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHP0C_5HLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0iY5G7-AZ8M/s1600-h/hooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHP0C_5HLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0iY5G7-AZ8M/s200/hooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202167537654635698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a tale about the 1650 hanging of Anne Green. Falsely accused of murdering her own child, who was actually stillborn, Anne is convicted and sentenced to death by hanging. Except that the hanging doesn't kill her.&lt;br /&gt;Told from dual perspectives, medical student Robert Matthews, who has a stuttering problem, notices her movements in the beginning stages of her autopsy. Can he save Anne?&lt;br /&gt;The novel offers insight into the growing medical field, as well as political life of Oxford, England in 1650.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6259217143698643135?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6259217143698643135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6259217143698643135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6259217143698643135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6259217143698643135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/newes-from-dead.html' title='Newes From The Dead'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHP0C_5HLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0iY5G7-AZ8M/s72-c/hooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2634305807210045725</id><published>2008-05-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:57.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pretty One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHOgi_5HKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7n6mu-IIbjk/s1600-h/klam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHOgi_5HKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7n6mu-IIbjk/s200/klam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202166103135558818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan is not beautiful like her older sister, starlet Lucy; hiding in the shadows was her option at their performing arts high school. Then after a freak accident, Megan's face is re-constructed by plastic surgeons-and she's even more beautiful than Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Megan is The Pretty One, fighting off boys (including her best friend Simon), and her sister for the lead in the play. Directed by Drew, a theater guy she's loved forever, Megan has competition for his affections from Lucy as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2634305807210045725?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2634305807210045725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2634305807210045725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2634305807210045725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2634305807210045725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/pretty-one.html' title='The Pretty One'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHOgi_5HKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7n6mu-IIbjk/s72-c/klam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8204676493312270771</id><published>2008-05-19T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:57.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHJTi_5HJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xH9G3FRC8AQ/s1600-h/bauer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHJTi_5HJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xH9G3FRC8AQ/s200/bauer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202160382239120530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hildy is a high school newspaper reporter, just waiting for her chance to prove herself. However, the only story making headlines in town are the ghostly occurrences and visions. Hildy is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, not just the rumors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8204676493312270771?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8204676493312270771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8204676493312270771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8204676493312270771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8204676493312270771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/peeled.html' title='Peeled'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHJTi_5HJI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xH9G3FRC8AQ/s72-c/bauer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-3168090229210443928</id><published>2008-05-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHHEi_5HII/AAAAAAAAAUc/fnGv47YlOJ4/s1600-h/levine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHHEi_5HII/AAAAAAAAAUc/fnGv47YlOJ4/s200/levine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202157925517827202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aza has a beautiful singing voice, and the ability to "throw" her voice so that the singing can sound as though it came from another location. However, she is not considered beautiful, a trait as necessary in her kingdom as singing. Hidden in her parent's inn, Aza is discovered by the new queen. Forced under threat to assist the queen, Aza must use her talents; until she is discovered and must flee for safety.&lt;br /&gt;An unlikely friendship, magic, and adventure, Aza must overcome her fears to help save herself, and the kingdom she loves so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-3168090229210443928?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3168090229210443928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=3168090229210443928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3168090229210443928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3168090229210443928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairest.html' title='Fairest'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHHEi_5HII/AAAAAAAAAUc/fnGv47YlOJ4/s72-c/levine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2202126043384310713</id><published>2008-05-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X in Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHBZi_5HHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0Fr8CNLlGLM/s1600-h/rivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHBZi_5HHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0Fr8CNLlGLM/s200/rivers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202151689225313394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;X, short for Xenos, is 17 and a golfer. His mother thinks he's bound for fame, but X isn't so sure; he wants to stand out, but he's not sure that the gold course is the stage for him. One night he discovers that he has the ability to fly; and wonders if he is an angel, a superhero? And what is the point of his power?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2202126043384310713?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2202126043384310713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2202126043384310713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2202126043384310713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2202126043384310713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/x-in-flight.html' title='X in Flight'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHBZi_5HHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0Fr8CNLlGLM/s72-c/rivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2233212860992481185</id><published>2008-05-19T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Iggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHAuC_5HGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sn1xw5W7ORE/s1600-h/going.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHAuC_5HGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sn1xw5W7ORE/s200/going.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202150941901003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iggy comes from a family who have made bad decisions, but he doesn't follow in his drug-addict parents footsteps. At 16 he is still a freshman, having been left back twice, and suspended numerous times. Suspended again, his principle urges him to do more, and turn his life around. Iggy's only friend is a guy named Mo, who has some problems of his own. Iggy sets out to find the answers he needs, and a path that will get him out of his hopeless situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2233212860992481185?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2233212860992481185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2233212860992481185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2233212860992481185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2233212860992481185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/saint-iggy.html' title='Saint Iggy'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDHAuC_5HGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sn1xw5W7ORE/s72-c/going.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-4481630567680066836</id><published>2008-05-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy On These Teenage Chimps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG9OC_5HEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LesjKJQBlKQ/s1600-h/mecy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG9OC_5HEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LesjKJQBlKQ/s200/mecy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202147093610306626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ronnie and Joey, good friends, think that puberty is more like becoming a monkey than turning into a man; hair, sweat and a new interest in girls ascend upon them when they turn 13. Despite their jokes, Joey is offended when his coach  calls him a monkey in front of the beautiful and talented Jessica. He escapes alone to his tree house, and Ronnie knows that it's up to him to make the situation right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-4481630567680066836?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4481630567680066836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=4481630567680066836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4481630567680066836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4481630567680066836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/mercy-on-these-teenage-chimps.html' title='Mercy On These Teenage Chimps'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG9OC_5HEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LesjKJQBlKQ/s72-c/mecy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7087254034575198461</id><published>2008-05-19T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man: Teen Novelization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG7Vi_5HDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JdvnWY9nJwM/s1600-h/Iron+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG7Vi_5HDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JdvnWY9nJwM/s200/Iron+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202145023436069938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you seen the new Iron Man movie? Want to learn more about the comic book hero??&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark, billionaire and genius, is kidnapped and ordered to build a weapon capable of mass destruction. Instead Stark builds himself a set of armor to escape. Once home, he finds out that his invention is part of a plot to destroy the world; he then becomes Iron Man, and vows to protect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7087254034575198461?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7087254034575198461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7087254034575198461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7087254034575198461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7087254034575198461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-teen-novelization.html' title='Iron Man: Teen Novelization'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG7Vi_5HDI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JdvnWY9nJwM/s72-c/Iron+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-171967878302258479</id><published>2008-05-19T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Found, Book 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG5kS_5HCI/AAAAAAAAATs/wBBI0JKlPlY/s1600-h/haddix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG5kS_5HCI/AAAAAAAAATs/wBBI0JKlPlY/s200/haddix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202143077815884834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah and his pal Chip are adopted, but never made a big deal out of it, until now. They receive several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; letters, and then discover a plot that involves the FBI, randomly appearing and disappearing planes and people, and a smuggling operation. Can Jonah and Chip, along with the help of Jonah's sister Katherine, solve the mystery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-171967878302258479?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/171967878302258479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=171967878302258479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/171967878302258479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/171967878302258479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/found-book-1.html' title='The Found, Book 1'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG5kS_5HCI/AAAAAAAAATs/wBBI0JKlPlY/s72-c/haddix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6123583474463808348</id><published>2008-05-19T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG3-y_5HBI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vj9CHotVPuo/s1600-h/lengle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG3-y_5HBI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vj9CHotVPuo/s200/lengle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202141334059162642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth is 20 years old in 1946, and finally pursuing her dream. Working as an apprentice actress over the summer, Elizabeth finds something else to love: Kurt, the theater's director. Then she discovers that Kurt is not whom she thought. This semi-autobiographical piece offers discovery of self, as well as love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6123583474463808348?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6123583474463808348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6123583474463808348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6123583474463808348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6123583474463808348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/joys-of-love.html' title='The Joys of Love'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG3-y_5HBI/AAAAAAAAATk/Vj9CHotVPuo/s72-c/lengle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8147041004153773314</id><published>2008-05-19T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:58.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Streets of Babel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG1sS_5G_I/AAAAAAAAATU/Kom9GOzn0UU/s1600-h/plum-ucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG1sS_5G_I/AAAAAAAAATU/Kom9GOzn0UU/s200/plum-ucci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202138817208327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would it be like to live with bio-terrorism? This book explores that terrifying possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Similar, sudden deaths occur in a Jersey suburb which make the government investigate. A 16 year old computer-genius/U.S. spy discovers terrorist activities while working undercover in Pakistan. What is "Red Vinegar," and can the victims be forewarned?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8147041004153773314?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8147041004153773314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8147041004153773314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8147041004153773314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8147041004153773314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/streets-of-babel.html' title='The Streets of Babel'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG1sS_5G_I/AAAAAAAAATU/Kom9GOzn0UU/s72-c/plum-ucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8692193222148571379</id><published>2008-05-19T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:59.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG3SC_5HAI/AAAAAAAAATc/LE7GBgNlWqg/s1600-h/Garnder.S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG3SC_5HAI/AAAAAAAAATc/LE7GBgNlWqg/s200/Garnder.S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202140565260016642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in Paris in 1789, the tale centers on a gypsy boy named Yann Margoza. Using his talents of mind-reading and being able to throw his voice, Yann works for a magician. On the night of his employer's final performance, he meets Sido, a beautiful heiress.&lt;br /&gt;During the French Revolution, the unlikely pair maintain their bond, even though it means Yann must face an evil man, Count Kalliovski, to secure Sido's safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8692193222148571379?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8692193222148571379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8692193222148571379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8692193222148571379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8692193222148571379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-necklace.html' title='The Red Necklace'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDG3SC_5HAI/AAAAAAAAATc/LE7GBgNlWqg/s72-c/Garnder.S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-612651977658691666</id><published>2008-05-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:59.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fortunes of Indigo Skye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGymS_5G8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mEBozt3TFsw/s1600-h/caletti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGymS_5G8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mEBozt3TFsw/s200/caletti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202135415594228674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Skye is 18 and happy-she loves her job as a waitress, her kooky family, and her cute boyfriend. Things are perfectly normal until a customer leaves her a 2.5 million-dollar tip. Will everything change for Indigo, as everyone warns her, or will she be able to stay true to herself, despite the new wealth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-612651977658691666?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/612651977658691666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=612651977658691666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/612651977658691666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/612651977658691666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/fortunes-of-indigo-skye.html' title='The Fortunes of Indigo Skye'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGymS_5G8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mEBozt3TFsw/s72-c/caletti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2947991136881932717</id><published>2008-05-19T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:59.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise Over Fallujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGwpi_5G7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/E139yR81x2I/s1600-h/WDMyers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGwpi_5G7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/E139yR81x2I/s200/WDMyers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202133272405547954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Perry decides to enlist in the Army after the 9/11 attacks, despite his parent's wishes that he attend college after high school. Assigned to a Civil Affairs unit in Iraq, "Birdy," (as his unit members call him), realizes that there are many gray areas in war. He's not sure how the situation in Iraq could ever be brought to peace. And Birdy's safety is threatened with every mission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2947991136881932717?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2947991136881932717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2947991136881932717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2947991136881932717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2947991136881932717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunrise-over-fallujah.html' title='Sunrise Over Fallujah'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGwpi_5G7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/E139yR81x2I/s72-c/WDMyers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-4731908089741630421</id><published>2008-05-19T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:59.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGwJi_5G6I/AAAAAAAAASs/5c3YagbTEa8/s1600-h/itch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGwJi_5G6I/AAAAAAAAASs/5c3YagbTEa8/s200/itch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202132722649734050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as Itch, Delores Colchester must move from Florida to an Ohio trailer park when her grandfather dies. Missing her grandfather is bad enough, but fitting into a new school doesn't make life any easier for Itch. Until she becomes friends with popular girl Gwen-who has dark secrets behind her perfect, baton-twirling exterior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-4731908089741630421?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4731908089741630421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=4731908089741630421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4731908089741630421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/4731908089741630421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/itch.html' title='Itch'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGwJi_5G6I/AAAAAAAAASs/5c3YagbTEa8/s72-c/itch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5377255647049094326</id><published>2008-05-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:59.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year Nick McGowan Came To Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGuBi_5G4I/AAAAAAAAASc/QUnqwnKjIFM/s1600-h/51flcRiEeLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGuBi_5G4I/AAAAAAAAASc/QUnqwnKjIFM/s200/51flcRiEeLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202130386187524994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is 17, the girl who knows where she's going, and has it all together. That is until the cutest guy in school, Nick, moves into her house (what was her dad thinking?!) Nick and Rachel don't see eye to eye, and Rachel is sure that things will only get worse. But her best friend Zoe thinks 'lurve' is in the air....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5377255647049094326?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5377255647049094326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5377255647049094326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5377255647049094326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5377255647049094326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/year-nick-mcgowan-came-to-stay.html' title='The Year Nick McGowan Came To Stay'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SDGuBi_5G4I/AAAAAAAAASc/QUnqwnKjIFM/s72-c/51flcRiEeLL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6662338918208303175</id><published>2008-05-19T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:37:28.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780060890438"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780060890438" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Phoebe and her clique of privileged girlfriends get ready to graduate from eighth grade, a financial scandal threatens her family's security--as well as Phoebe's social status--but ultimately it teaches her the real meaning of friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6662338918208303175?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6662338918208303175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6662338918208303175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6662338918208303175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6662338918208303175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-phoebe-and-her-clique-of-privileged.html' title=''/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6646599835219779015</id><published>2008-05-19T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:35:18.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780061284229"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780061284229" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;Jesse, Vicks, and Mel decide to take a road trip to visit Vicks's boyfriend who is in college in Miami. Jesse and Vicks have been friends for ages, but now there is a wedge between them. Jesse is a devout Christian who frowns on drinking and premarital sex; her unmarried mother calls her Goody Two-shoes and Vicks is getting fed up with her friend's attitude. In fact, this is a large focal point of the story, and readers are sometimes left to wonder why they are still best friends, and when and how Jesse became so religious. Mel is a wealthy newcomer who has offered to pay for the trip, hoping to be accepted by them. Once they get into the car, fighting takes over. Through confrontations with one another, with boys, and with family, the teens work through the issues they are facing and learn the importance of relying on friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6646599835219779015?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6646599835219779015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6646599835219779015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6646599835219779015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6646599835219779015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-be-bad.html' title='How to be Bad'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2901166499299823479</id><published>2008-05-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:21:54.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780060281335"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780060281335" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will Tuppence's life has always been ruled by science and common sense but in ninth grade, shaken up by the discovery that protons decay, he begins to see the entire world differently and gains new perspective on his relationships with his little sister and two closest friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2901166499299823479?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2901166499299823479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2901166499299823479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2901166499299823479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2901166499299823479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/smiles-to-go.html' title='Smiles to Go'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-153793824791634120</id><published>2008-05-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:20:33.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780385903219"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://contentcafe2b.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=suffolk&amp;amp;Password=bt0155&amp;amp;Return=T&amp;amp;Type=L&amp;amp;Value=9780385903219" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from the International Vampire League, a scrawny, teenaged vampire named Morning is given the chance to fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a superhero when he embarks on a League mission to become the first vampire to reveal his identity to humans and to demonstrate how peacefully-evolved, blood-substitute-drinking vampires can use their powers to help humanity. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Erin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-153793824791634120?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/153793824791634120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=153793824791634120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/153793824791634120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/153793824791634120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/suck-it-up.html' title='Suck It Up'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-3596076286033946773</id><published>2008-05-16T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:59.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SC4ZtC_5G3I/AAAAAAAAASU/Uzwx7mslRdg/s1600-h/Maus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SC4ZtC_5G3I/AAAAAAAAASU/Uzwx7mslRdg/s200/Maus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201122881349163890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maus&lt;/span&gt; is a two-part graphic account of survival of the Holocaust. Written and illustrated by the survivor's son, the characters are identified by nationality as mice, cats, frogs and dogs. Art Spiegelman describes in detail the early life of his parents, their torture as the Nazis took control, and finally their freedom. Along with the loss of friends and family, the horrors of the Holocaust left their marks on Spiegelman's father for the rest of his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-3596076286033946773?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3596076286033946773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=3596076286033946773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3596076286033946773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3596076286033946773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/maus-is-two-part-graphic-account-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SC4ZtC_5G3I/AAAAAAAAASU/Uzwx7mslRdg/s72-c/Maus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8890791236477155821</id><published>2008-05-16T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:00.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SC3yqy_5G2I/AAAAAAAAASM/yjwSDw0PaZc/s1600-h/Rumble+Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SC3yqy_5G2I/AAAAAAAAASM/yjwSDw0PaZc/s200/Rumble+Fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201079961740974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusty James is a tough kid, the toughest of all the Junior high kids at his school. But is being tough enough? From the wrong side of the tracks, longing for the gangs which have broken up, still fighting...Rusty has few people he can depend on. His hopes, and fears, are all betrayed within a two day period; will he end up just like his dreamy, tough older brother, or will the biggest fight of his life be the end?&lt;br /&gt;Fans of The Outsiders, the first published work by S. E. Hinton are sure to love this fast paced, quick read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8890791236477155821?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8890791236477155821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8890791236477155821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8890791236477155821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8890791236477155821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/rumble-fish.html' title='Rumble Fish'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/SC3yqy_5G2I/AAAAAAAAASM/yjwSDw0PaZc/s72-c/Rumble+Fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6587457463067784719</id><published>2008-04-07T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:00.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R_qdMAgUyrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/URn7a9dg2Fg/s1600-h/wild+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R_qdMAgUyrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/URn7a9dg2Fg/s200/wild+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186630750490118834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve year-old Joan leaves her home in Conneticut for California when her father is re-located. There she meets a girl called Fox; together the two create a story that is part fiction, part truth. When the story wins a prize, the girls are invited to attend a youth writing program. Imagination and the truth of adults play an active role in their writings, and their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6587457463067784719?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6587457463067784719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6587457463067784719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6587457463067784719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6587457463067784719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/wild-girls.html' title='The Wild Girls'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R_qdMAgUyrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/URn7a9dg2Fg/s72-c/wild+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6607723966679229198</id><published>2008-04-01T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:00.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persepolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R_J2ZggUyqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZH_hBDOJd34/s1600-h/persepolis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R_J2ZggUyqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZH_hBDOJd34/s200/persepolis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184336301651184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the true story of Marji, an Iranian girl who grows up during  revolution and war. A descendant of the last Emperor of Iran, Marjane Satrapi grows up with some privileges, such as education and her father's Cadillac, but events in her homeland constantly squash her freedoms. The graphic novel depicts the adventurous, intelligent Satrapi from age 9 to 14; the author and illustrator looks back on the normal trials of youth, along with that of war and regime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6607723966679229198?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6607723966679229198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6607723966679229198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6607723966679229198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6607723966679229198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/persepolis.html' title='Persepolis'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R_J2ZggUyqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ZH_hBDOJd34/s72-c/persepolis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6492600749196511348</id><published>2008-03-28T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:02:19.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.susanshaw.org/safecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.susanshaw.org/safecover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of seventh grade, Tracy is brutally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attacked&lt;/span&gt; by an older boy she knows. From that day on she has trouble believing she is safe.  Tracy stays indoors for almost the entire summer, unable to face unknown horrors. Going to a her therapist doesn't help her.  Tracy does find some relief when she practices the piano, and soon music becomes the center of her life.   She thinks that she can push people away and just play her piano.  She soon realizes that friends can sometimes help you get through horrible events.  This is a quick read and very hard to put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Erin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6492600749196511348?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6492600749196511348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6492600749196511348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6492600749196511348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6492600749196511348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-last-day-of-seventh-grade-tracy-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7111120458923743480</id><published>2008-03-24T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:00.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R-fwDwgUypI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JO-awvmPL0M/s1600-h/juliet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R-fwDwgUypI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JO-awvmPL0M/s200/juliet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181373843663800978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mimi Wallingford is an actress, but not by choice. Forced to star as Juliet in her family's New York theater, she must deal with her guilt-giving mother, panic attacks, and Troy Summer, the teen heart-throb co-star who disses her and then dates her understudy. Then, after a huge fight with her mother on closing night, Mimi and Troy wind up in Verona, the setting of Shakespeare's most famous play.  Mimi meets Juliet, and decides that she must help the doomed character; for in Juliet, Mimi sees the same problems, and the chance to make a change for the better! Shakespeare-land is full of surprises, familiar characters and adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7111120458923743480?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7111120458923743480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7111120458923743480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7111120458923743480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7111120458923743480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/saving-juliet.html' title='Saving Juliet'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R-fwDwgUypI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JO-awvmPL0M/s72-c/juliet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2906333309693103689</id><published>2008-03-17T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:00.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush: An Irish Princess' Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R97Unt9Pv4I/AAAAAAAAANw/9bzqPnpO49U/s1600-h/hush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R97Unt9Pv4I/AAAAAAAAANw/9bzqPnpO49U/s200/hush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178810400339115906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melkora is a medieval Irish princess. She grows up privlidged, but is forced to run away from home when a Norse ruler propositions her father for her hand in marriage. While trying to escape, Mel is kidnapped by slavetraders. She never speaks, thus making her mysterious to her captors - and this becomes her once chance for survival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2906333309693103689?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2906333309693103689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2906333309693103689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2906333309693103689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2906333309693103689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/hush-irish-princess-tale.html' title='Hush: An Irish Princess&apos; Tale'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R97Unt9Pv4I/AAAAAAAAANw/9bzqPnpO49U/s72-c/hush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7271764301583050619</id><published>2008-03-16T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:01.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet, terrible, glourious year I truly, completely lost it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R91Rzt9Pv3I/AAAAAAAAANo/sRhM9Wjp2mg/s1600-h/ls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R91Rzt9Pv3I/AAAAAAAAANo/sRhM9Wjp2mg/s200/ls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178385095497596786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a chick-lit book any girl can enjoy! Aussie teen Gemma Stone faces a lot this year: her sister has turned into a bridezilla, her best friend convinces her that the only way to get her crush to notice her is by joining the school play (even though Gemma is known for puking while public speaking). And the town low-life keeps popping up wherever she is! Will Gemma be able to maintain her sanity?? Or will she totally lose it?! Very funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7271764301583050619?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7271764301583050619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7271764301583050619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7271764301583050619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7271764301583050619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-terrible-glourious-year-i-truly.html' title='the sweet, terrible, glourious year I truly, completely lost it'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R91Rzt9Pv3I/AAAAAAAAANo/sRhM9Wjp2mg/s72-c/ls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-6086349758607750146</id><published>2008-03-14T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:01.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes for a War Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9raP99Pv2I/AAAAAAAAANg/mRh2y2AEFwU/s1600-h/nfaws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9raP99Pv2I/AAAAAAAAANg/mRh2y2AEFwU/s200/nfaws.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177690689480146786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian graphic novelist Gipi presents the story of three teenagers living through a war zone in their Balkan homeland. Two of the boys grew up in poverty, the third, who is the narrator, grew up with rich parents. They are employed by a war-profiteer named Felix, who gives them dangerous tasks. Read along with the pictures to find out how far the boys must go to win Felix's approval, and to stay alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-6086349758607750146?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6086349758607750146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=6086349758607750146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6086349758607750146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/6086349758607750146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/notes-for-war-story.html' title='Notes for a War Story'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9raP99Pv2I/AAAAAAAAANg/mRh2y2AEFwU/s72-c/nfaws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7729674133403657147</id><published>2008-03-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:01.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auschwitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9REht9PvKI/AAAAAAAAADA/j8B5fyybric/s1600-h/Auschwitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9REht9PvKI/AAAAAAAAADA/j8B5fyybric/s200/Auschwitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175837217818393762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascal Croci created this graphic novel based on interviews with concentration camp survivors. An elderly couple visits the camp where they nearly perished - and lost their only daughter - only to discover that Auschwitz, even in the early 1990's, is still a place of hatred. The pictures and text develop the story of their time in the camp over several flashbacks, leaving the impression that the couple have not spoken of the events in the decades since their freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7729674133403657147?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7729674133403657147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7729674133403657147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7729674133403657147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7729674133403657147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/auschwitz.html' title='Auschwitz'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9REht9PvKI/AAAAAAAAADA/j8B5fyybric/s72-c/Auschwitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8391582011869806517</id><published>2008-03-07T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:01.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HfTd9PvJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gsq2cu0mio0/s1600-h/gipi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HfTd9PvJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gsq2cu0mio0/s200/gipi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175162972377431186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian author/artist Gipi presents this graphic novel, about four troubled teens who come together to play music. Each boy has something difficult to deal with, which affects their music and actions. When the possibility of being signed presents itself, the boys go to desperate measures to secure their futures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8391582011869806517?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8391582011869806517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8391582011869806517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8391582011869806517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8391582011869806517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/garage-band.html' title='Garage Band'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HfTd9PvJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gsq2cu0mio0/s72-c/gipi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-766956303194937926</id><published>2008-03-07T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:01.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Professor's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HXKd9PvII/AAAAAAAAACw/R-XxTDhYBVw/s1600-h/prof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HXKd9PvII/AAAAAAAAACw/R-XxTDhYBVw/s200/prof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175154021665586306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This graphic novel is a funny, silly tale highlighted by beautiful artwork. Lillian, the daughter of an Egyptologist, falls in love with the mummy of Imoteph IV, an ancient pharoh of Egypt. The story begins in medias res (in the middle of things), leaving the reader to fill in the blanks as the story continues to piece itself together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-766956303194937926?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/766956303194937926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=766956303194937926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/766956303194937926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/766956303194937926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/professors-daughter.html' title='The Professor&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HXKd9PvII/AAAAAAAAACw/R-XxTDhYBVw/s72-c/prof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2391187576237471991</id><published>2008-03-07T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:01.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break With Charity: A Story About The Salem Witch Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HRut9PvHI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZcrFQ76LqN8/s1600-h/salem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HRut9PvHI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZcrFQ76LqN8/s200/salem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175148047366077554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is based on the facts of the Salem Witch Trials of 1692. It is an authentic look into Puritan society, and the scare which the people of Salem and surrounding areas were subjected to. Told from the point of view of a teenager who lived through the experience, and knew the accusers well, the events are relayed in a deeply personal way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2391187576237471991?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2391187576237471991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2391187576237471991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2391187576237471991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2391187576237471991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/break-with-charity-story-about-salem.html' title='A Break With Charity: A Story About The Salem Witch Trials'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R9HRut9PvHI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZcrFQ76LqN8/s72-c/salem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2912687589148887910</id><published>2008-03-01T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:01.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival by Shaun Tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8mmL3K9L3I/AAAAAAAAACg/AJrzmVug4nI/s1600-h/ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8mmL3K9L3I/AAAAAAAAACg/AJrzmVug4nI/s200/ta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172848369730400114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This graphic novel is told in pictures - not words. Tan describes the experience of an immigrant with only visual aids - the only language is foreign, even for the reader. The main character sets out from home, leaving his wife and child in their dangerous homeland. Shadows depict the strange creatures which threaten them. While he deals with language barriers, the protagonist is able to meet friendly faces admist the strange and new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2912687589148887910?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2912687589148887910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2912687589148887910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2912687589148887910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2912687589148887910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/arrival-by-shaurn-tan.html' title='The Arrival by Shaun Tan'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8mmL3K9L3I/AAAAAAAAACg/AJrzmVug4nI/s72-c/ta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-181665332295612757</id><published>2008-03-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:02.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildly Romantic The English Romantic Poets: The Mad, the Bad, and the Fangerous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8mdAnK9L2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Xga7pDIwo8k/s1600-h/wr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8mdAnK9L2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Xga7pDIwo8k/s200/wr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172838280852221794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book offers a history of the romantic poets - and not just about William Wordsworth's nature walks! From the young poets aspirations, failures, families and children - author Catherine Andronik holds nothing back. There are also excerpts from poems by these famous (and some infamous) poets. If you love poetry, or need a little help to get into Romanticism for school, then you should definately pick this up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-181665332295612757?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/181665332295612757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=181665332295612757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/181665332295612757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/181665332295612757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-book-offers-history-of-romantic.html' title='Wildly Romantic The English Romantic Poets: The Mad, the Bad, and the Fangerous'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8mdAnK9L2I/AAAAAAAAACY/Xga7pDIwo8k/s72-c/wr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5446741743748345873</id><published>2008-03-01T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:02.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Born Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8maNHK9L1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3GzMEVb5rdI/s1600-h/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8maNHK9L1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3GzMEVb5rdI/s200/abc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172835197065703250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This book is centered around three different plot lines, which connect at the end. Author Gene Luen Yang examines the heartaches a kid can face because of differences. Yang also delves into a little bit of Chinese history, and American predjuices, yet still maintains a fun and funny edge which is sure to make you laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5446741743748345873?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5446741743748345873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5446741743748345873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5446741743748345873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5446741743748345873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-born-chinese.html' title='American Born Chinese'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8maNHK9L1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3GzMEVb5rdI/s72-c/abc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8486646240308726255</id><published>2008-02-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:02.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandpiper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8BgxhsL9HI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tjm3JBUGYjI/s1600-h/Jacket.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8BgxhsL9HI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tjm3JBUGYjI/s200/Jacket.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170238776194888818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandpiper, 16, is known as the girl with the bad reputation, so none of her former friends cares when a classmate starts harassing her. At home everything is focused on her divorced, ex-hippy mom's joyful new marriage and the elaborate wedding rituals. Then Sandy meets and makes friends with a young man, "the Walker," who seems to go everywhere on foot. Why isn't he in school? Where is his family? Heading each chapter is a poem, and her edgy, angry first-person narrative sets her anguish against the wedding fun. Tension builds as Sandy and the Walker form a tentative friendship, reveal their secrets, and then save each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8486646240308726255?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8486646240308726255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8486646240308726255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8486646240308726255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8486646240308726255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/sandpiper.html' title='Sandpiper'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8BgxhsL9HI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tjm3JBUGYjI/s72-c/Jacket.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-3454556982708049583</id><published>2008-02-23T09:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:02.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloppy Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8BeBhsL9GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kwKpQWq3MWo/s1600-h/513VM06RRPL._OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8BeBhsL9GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kwKpQWq3MWo/s200/513VM06RRPL._OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170235752537912418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;    When her best friend, Hope Weaver, moves away from Pineville, New Jersey, hyperobservant sixteen-year-old Jessica Darling is devastated. A fish out of water at school and a stranger at home, Jessica feels more lost than ever now that the only person with whom she could really communicate has gone. How is she supposed to deal with the boy- and shopping-crazy girls at school, her dad’s obsession with her track meets, her mother salivating over big sister Bethany’s lavish wedding, and her nonexistent love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;     From the dark days of Hope’s departure through her months as a type-A personality turned insomniac to her completely mixed-up feelings about Marcus Flutie, the intelligent and mysterious “Dreg” who works his way into her heart. Follow Jessica as she navigates through her world.&lt;br /&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/2253060785353254420-3454556982708049583?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3454556982708049583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=3454556982708049583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3454556982708049583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/3454556982708049583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/sloppy-firsts.html' title='Sloppy Firsts'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R8BeBhsL9GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kwKpQWq3MWo/s72-c/513VM06RRPL._OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5524245674421759324</id><published>2008-02-15T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:02.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catherine, Called Birdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R7X53BsL9FI/AAAAAAAAABw/SEPqffrN2YE/s1600-h/catherine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R7X53BsL9FI/AAAAAAAAABw/SEPqffrN2YE/s200/catherine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167310871219401810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hilarious tale of a young maiden whose father can't wait to auction - marry - her off for a high price! But this is no damsel in distress, Lady Catherine refuses to be taken advantage of, if she can help it. After all, she'd rather play outside with townspeople than sit inside and sew! Read on to discover if she can avoid her suitors, and how she deals with the potential marriages of her friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5524245674421759324?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5524245674421759324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5524245674421759324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5524245674421759324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5524245674421759324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/catherine-called-birdy.html' title='Catherine, Called Birdy'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R7X53BsL9FI/AAAAAAAAABw/SEPqffrN2YE/s72-c/catherine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7719468361490459931</id><published>2008-02-15T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:02.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beowulf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R7X3vBsL9EI/AAAAAAAAABo/U7Ien04XYyo/s1600-h/beowulf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R7X3vBsL9EI/AAAAAAAAABo/U7Ien04XYyo/s200/beowulf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167308534757192770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this may be a required reading item for some English classes...but this graphic novel is not your average translation!! The pictures are bright and vivid, so that you can actually understand just how ferocious the monsters were! And hey, it may even up your grades in English class....or at least earn a few brownie points with the teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7719468361490459931?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7719468361490459931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7719468361490459931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7719468361490459931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7719468361490459931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/beowulf.html' title='Beowulf'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R7X3vBsL9EI/AAAAAAAAABo/U7Ien04XYyo/s72-c/beowulf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-5805248750412011317</id><published>2008-02-10T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:03.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>General Winston's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69oQBsL9DI/AAAAAAAAABg/qbD1l7H6wSw/s1600-h/general.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69oQBsL9DI/AAAAAAAAABg/qbD1l7H6wSw/s200/general.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165461922158212146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Averie Winston is 17, and the daughter of a powerful general. She and her (usually) grumpy guardian follow her father and Army officer fiance to Chiarrin, a nation occupied by her homeland's Army. Averie thinks that the trip will give her the chance to spend time with her fiance and her father, and maybe even make her a bride! She hires a native to be her personal servant, and makes friends with other female relatives of the Army. However, once she learns more about the culture of Chiarrin, the more that her opinions begin to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-5805248750412011317?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5805248750412011317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=5805248750412011317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5805248750412011317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/5805248750412011317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/general-winstons-daughter.html' title='General Winston&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69oQBsL9DI/AAAAAAAAABg/qbD1l7H6wSw/s72-c/general.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-9082735978441416129</id><published>2008-02-10T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:03.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever 1793</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69mahsL9CI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-ONFhugDuk/s1600-h/fever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69mahsL9CI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-ONFhugDuk/s200/fever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165459903523583010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a historical novel by acclaimed author, Laurie Halse Anderson. Sixteen year old Mattie Cook lives with her mother and paternal grandfather above the family coffee house in Philidelphia. She has a crush on a boy her mother doesn't approve of, and Mattie tries to get out of doing chores as often as possible! All this changes when the yellow fever epidemic hits the city. At first the family refuses to flee, while many neighbors rush to the country. Follow Mattie as she fights for her life, and those of her friends and family. Will she and her family survive the deadly disease, and the changes brought upon the city in the wake of all the disasters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-9082735978441416129?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9082735978441416129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=9082735978441416129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9082735978441416129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9082735978441416129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/fever-1793.html' title='Fever 1793'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69mahsL9CI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-ONFhugDuk/s72-c/fever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2374045019776329310</id><published>2008-02-10T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:03.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honk If You Hate Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69iKhsL9BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BwniipUwn7A/s1600-h/honk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69iKhsL9BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BwniipUwn7A/s200/honk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165455230599164946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monalisa Kent was just 6 years old when she accidently burned down her hometown's futon factory. But that doesn't stop everyone in town from hating her! Mona has a passion for bumper stickers, and her spends a lot of her free time at the tattoo parlors run by her best friend's parents. The 10 year anniversary of the accident is approaching, and while the town is now benefiting from the fast food industry, Mona's past keeps haunting her. The stares, t.v. interviews, old footage....Mona is sick of all the attention. She doesn't even remember causing the blaze! Then her best friend Glenn begins to act strange... Is it time for Mona to stand up to the bullying and blame of the folk of Mussina Junction? And what secrets has Glenn been keeping from her?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-2374045019776329310?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2374045019776329310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2374045019776329310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2374045019776329310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2374045019776329310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/honk-if-you-hate-me.html' title='Honk If You Hate Me'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69iKhsL9BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BwniipUwn7A/s72-c/honk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-9087006910501585224</id><published>2008-02-10T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:03.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging: Confessions of Georgia Nicholson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69ZUxsL9AI/AAAAAAAAABI/lmsa0R8ulyk/s1600-h/51541TS8KTL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69ZUxsL9AI/AAAAAAAAABI/lmsa0R8ulyk/s200/51541TS8KTL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165445511088174082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging presets the humorous journal of a year in the life of a fourteen-year-old British girl named Georgia Nicholson, who tries to reduce the size of her nose, stop her mad cat from terrorizing the neighborhood animals, and win the love of handsome hunk Robbie. The book is hysterical enough and added at the end of the story is a funny glossary that will help Americans understand the British slang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-9087006910501585224?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9087006910501585224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=9087006910501585224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9087006910501585224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9087006910501585224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/angus-thongs-and-full-frontal-snogging.html' title='Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging: Confessions of Georgia Nicholson'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69ZUxsL9AI/AAAAAAAAABI/lmsa0R8ulyk/s72-c/51541TS8KTL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8335618221298217075</id><published>2008-02-10T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:03.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69JARsL8_I/AAAAAAAAABA/v5ijLzXn6qo/s1600-h/Jacket.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69JARsL8_I/AAAAAAAAABA/v5ijLzXn6qo/s200/Jacket.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165427566714811378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_M_CT_CommentListUP"&gt;Tessa has just a few months to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting back against hospital visits, endless tests, drugs with excruciating side-effects, Tessa compiles a list. It's her Ten Things To Do Before I Die list. And Number One is sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released from the constraints of 'normal' life, Tessa tastes new experiences to make her feel alive while her failing body struggles to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa's feelings, her relationships with her father and brother, her estranged mother, her best friend, her new boyfriend, all are painfully crystallized in the precious weeks before Tessa's time finally runs out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8335618221298217075?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8335618221298217075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8335618221298217075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8335618221298217075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8335618221298217075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/before-i-die.html' title='Before I Die'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69JARsL8_I/AAAAAAAAABA/v5ijLzXn6qo/s72-c/Jacket.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7150723605248810372</id><published>2008-02-10T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:03.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stargirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69HSxsL8-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/LOIUnBT0Ag8/s1600-h/21AXE5443XL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69HSxsL8-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/LOIUnBT0Ag8/s200/21AXE5443XL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165425685519135714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was homeschooling gone amok." "She was an alien." "Her parents were circus acrobats." These are only a few of the theories concocted to explain Stargirl Caraway, a new 10th grader at Arizona's Mica Area High School who wears pioneer dresses and kimonos to school, strums a ukulele in the cafeteria, laughs when there are no jokes, and dances when there is no music. The whole school, not exactly a "hotbed of nonconformity," is stunned by her, including our 16-year-old narrator Leo Borlock: "She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7150723605248810372?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7150723605248810372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7150723605248810372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7150723605248810372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7150723605248810372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/stargirl.html' title='Stargirl'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R69HSxsL8-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/LOIUnBT0Ag8/s72-c/21AXE5443XL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-1265289450959653921</id><published>2008-02-09T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:08:54.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.W.O.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bwibooks.com/coverimage?isbn=9780670060900&amp;amp;type=cover&amp;amp;size=large"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bwibooks.com/coverimage?isbn=9780670060900&amp;amp;type=cover&amp;amp;size=large" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stealing cars for joyrides became Matt's life after his revered older brother taught him how. Now, after a major accident, the teen, haunted by vivid, traumatizing images of his dead brother, attempts to ignore the realities of life and baits his parole officer/psychologist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To help him get a grip, he is sent off to the country--along with two other troubled youth, a juvenile arsonist and a tagger--for a weekend of activity-based therapy, which will have dramatic consequences for all three of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-1265289450959653921?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1265289450959653921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=1265289450959653921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1265289450959653921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1265289450959653921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/twoc.html' title='T.W.O.C.'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7984910987095451766</id><published>2008-02-09T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:03.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Society of S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63gKBsL89I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_vuQYJGhFo0/s1600-h/51Ui1jXT7eL__AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165030810520908754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63gKBsL89I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_vuQYJGhFo0/s200/51Ui1jXT7eL__AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ariella Montero's mother vanished the day she was born, leaving her to the care of her overprotective scientist father, who homeschools her and limits her contact with the outside world. Only when she reaches adolescence does Ari discover that her special diet and insular home life set her apart from her peers. Her father's confession that he was vampirized shortly before marriage, and that Ari can choose whether to be undead like him or mortal like mom, set her off on a road trip that eventually brings her to her mother and into an understanding of tough truths about her family.&lt;br /&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/2253060785353254420-7984910987095451766?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7984910987095451766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7984910987095451766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7984910987095451766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7984910987095451766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/society-of-s.html' title='The Society of S'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63gKBsL89I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_vuQYJGhFo0/s72-c/51Ui1jXT7eL__AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-7915274689608490894</id><published>2008-02-09T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:27:21.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Have A Wicked Stepmother, Where's My Prince?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bwibooks.com/coverimage?isbn=9780786809608&amp;amp;type=cover&amp;amp;size=large"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://bwibooks.com/coverimage?isbn=9780786809608&amp;amp;type=cover&amp;amp;size=large" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;Lucy Norton not only has a new stepmother to contend with, but her father has uprooted her cozy West Coast existence and taken her across the continent to Long Island. Dad commutes to his job in San Francisco, leaving Lucy with the wicked stepmother and the two evil little stepsisters. Lucy's new high school seems like a hostile environment until the most popular boy in school smiles at her, sending her stock flying through the roof. At home, Lucy suffers the indignity of living in the basement with no furniture while everyone else lives in relative luxury. She is, of course, made to do chores while the stepsisters get away with murder. Her stepmother and stepsisters are shallow, materialistic, spoiled and even dishonest...everything that Lucy isn't! Will this Cinderella ever get her happily-ever-after or is that just in fairytales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-7915274689608490894?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7915274689608490894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=7915274689608490894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7915274689608490894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/7915274689608490894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-have-wicked-stepmother-wheres-my.html' title='If I Have A Wicked Stepmother, Where&apos;s My Prince?'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-1759780489630715889</id><published>2008-02-09T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:04.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlehands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63dahsL88I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QnDD3mn532I/s1600-h/51abBrJXuIL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165027795453866946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63dahsL88I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QnDD3mn532I/s200/51abBrJXuIL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buddy Boyle lives year-round with his family in unfashionable Seaville, New York, in a cramped little house on the bay. Skye Pennington spends the summers nearby on lavish estate complete with ocean view and a butler named Peacock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Skye and Buddy fall in love anyway. And every once in a while they visit Buddy's estranged grandfather, who makes them forget they're from opposite sides of town. Then a reporter appears, searching for a man known as Gentlehands, a man with a horrifying past. Who is Gentlehands? And what is his connection to Buddy's handsome, aristocratic grandfather? The mystery threatens to shatter Buddy and Skye's relationship, and change their lives forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-1759780489630715889?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1759780489630715889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=1759780489630715889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1759780489630715889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/1759780489630715889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/gentlehands.html' title='Gentlehands'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63dahsL88I/AAAAAAAAAAo/QnDD3mn532I/s72-c/51abBrJXuIL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-9061135934994324479</id><published>2008-02-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:04.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Th1rteen R3asons Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63aMxsL87I/AAAAAAAAAAg/5Fp1UDeKbZY/s1600-h/51V85C8m4aL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165024260695782322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63aMxsL87I/AAAAAAAAAAg/5Fp1UDeKbZY/s200/51V85C8m4aL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1595141715/ref=sib_dp_pt/103-8270316-7096646#reader-link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Clay Jenson plays the casette tapes he received in a mysterious package, he's surprised to hear the voice of dead classmate Hannah Baker. He's one of 13 people who receive Hannah's story, which details the circumstances that led to her suicide. Clay spends the rest of the day and long into the night listening to Hannah's voice and going to the locations she wants him to visit. The message about how we treat one another makes for compelling reading. &lt;div&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/2253060785353254420-9061135934994324479?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9061135934994324479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=9061135934994324479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9061135934994324479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/9061135934994324479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/th1rteen-r3asons-why.html' title='Th1rteen R3asons Why'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R63aMxsL87I/AAAAAAAAAAg/5Fp1UDeKbZY/s72-c/51V85C8m4aL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-dp-500-arrow,TopRight,45,-64_OU01_AA240_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-174979158003107041</id><published>2008-02-09T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:11:04.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City of Ember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jeanneduprau.com/images/book-cover-ember.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.jeanneduprau.com/images/book-cover-ember.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always night in the city of Ember. But there is no moon, no stars. The only light during the regular twelve hours of "day" comes from floodlamps that cast a yellowish glow over the streets of the city. Beyond are the pitch-black Unknown Regions, which no one has ever explored! Among the many other things the people of Ember have forgotten is their past and a direction for their future. For 250 years they have lived pleasantly, because there has been plenty of everything in the vast storerooms. But now there are more and more empty shelves--and more and more times when the lights flicker and go out, leaving them in terrifying blackness for long minutes. What will happen when the generator finally fails? Is there a way out of Ember? Will it be found before darkness takes over for good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Movie adaptation coming out in the Fall 2008!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-174979158003107041?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/174979158003107041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=174979158003107041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/174979158003107041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/174979158003107041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/city-of-ember.html' title='The City of Ember'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-8743375975296614457</id><published>2008-02-09T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:10:13.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of My Hollywood Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51RxdVRqXAL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51RxdVRqXAL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your picture was taped inside teenage boys' lockers across America, your closets were bursting with never-worn designer clothing, and the tabloids constantly asked whether you were losing your "good girl" status? It's a glamorous life, but 16-year-old Kaitlin Burke, co-star of one of the hottest shows on TV, is exhausted from the pressures of her fame. So with the help of her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-famous&lt;/span&gt;" best friend she decides to spend two months undercover as an ordinary high school student. But could it be that real life high school is just as harsh as cutthroat Hollywood?? And can Kaitlin handle living a double life...juggling her new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; life and her hollywood fame?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-8743375975296614457?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8743375975296614457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=8743375975296614457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8743375975296614457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/8743375975296614457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/secrets-of-my-hollywood-life.html' title='Secrets of My Hollywood Life'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-2185489366610944464</id><published>2008-02-08T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:04.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R6y-58otuAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NP7wEhZZO9U/s1600-h/fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R6y-58otuAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NP7wEhZZO9U/s200/fix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164712775425832962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;     Cameron and Allie are sisters.  Cameron and Allie inherited big noses from their father, but other than that, they both have the good looks of their mother,  formerly a rather famous model. When Cameron turned fifteen, her life changed completely. For the better, according to her.  She got a nose job. She turned gorgeous, moved to a new school, and now she's so much more  popular!  Gone are the days  when she used to called Beakface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Allie's mother feels that she needs the same birthday present Cameron got: a nose job. It made  Cameron a much happier person, and who wouldn't want that for their other daughter? Problem is, nobody asked Allie.&lt;br /&gt;E. Schaarschmidt&lt;br /&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/2253060785353254420-2185489366610944464?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2185489366610944464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=2185489366610944464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2185489366610944464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/2185489366610944464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/fix.html' title='Fix'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R6y-58otuAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NP7wEhZZO9U/s72-c/fix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253060785353254420.post-96018830454628628</id><published>2008-02-08T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:04.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R6yjL8ott_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/KVh78g1ZUS8/s1600-h/Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164682298337900530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R6yjL8ott_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/KVh78g1ZUS8/s200/Book.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.memoirsofa.com/Memoirs_of_a_Teenage_Amnesiac/IMAG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Naomi wouldn't have gone back for the yearbook camera, she wouldn't have hit her head on the steps. She wouldn't have woken up in an ambulance with amnesia. She would understand why her best friend, Will, keeps calling her “Chief.” She'd know about her mom's new family. She'd know about her dad's fiancée. She never would have met James, the boy with the questionable past and the even fuzzier future. Will and Naomi left the decision of who gets the camera to the toss of a coin. Naomi picked heads. She lost the coin toss and her memories as well.&lt;br /&gt;E. Schaarschmidt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253060785353254420-96018830454628628?l=pjteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/feeds/96018830454628628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253060785353254420&amp;postID=96018830454628628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/96018830454628628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253060785353254420/posts/default/96018830454628628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjteen.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-naomi-wouldnt-have-gone-back-for.html' title='Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac'/><author><name>Port Jefferson Teen Department</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMm8W5TojVY/R6yjL8ott_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/KVh78g1ZUS8/s72-c/Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
