24 Ago


¡Ah, principito, cómo he ido comprendiendo lentamente tu vida melancólica! Durante mucho tiempo tu única distracción fue la suavidad de las puestas de sol. Este nuevo detalle lo supe al cuarto día, cuando me dijiste:
-Me gustan mucho las puestas de sol; vamos a ver una puesta de sol…
-Tendremos que esperar…
-¿Esperar qué?
-Que el sol se ponga.

Pareciste muy sorprendido primero, y después te reíste de ti mismo. Y me dijiste:

-Siempre me creo que estoy en mi tierra.

En efecto, como todo el mundo sabe, cuando es mediodía en Estados Unidos, en Francia se está poniendo el sol. Sería suficiente poder trasladarse a Francia en un minuto para asistir a la puesta del sol, pero desgraciadamente Francia está demasiado lejos. En cambio, sobre tu pequeño planeta te bastaba arrastrar la silla algunos pasos para presenciar el crepúsculo cada vez que lo deseabas…

-¡Un día vi ponerse el sol cuarenta y tres veces!

Y un poco más tarde añadiste:

-¿Sabes? Cuando uno está verdaderamente triste le gusta ver las puestas de sol.
-El día que la viste cuarenta y tres veces estabas muy triste ¿verdad?

Pero el principito no respondió.

12 Mar

The Premonition Series

Mi  descubrimiento en Amazon de la semana pasada fue la serie “Premonition” de Amy Bartol.
Que puedo decir, sólo que me los he comido en 3 dias los primeros dos (el tercero debe de estar por salir) y ya estoy desesperada por saber como sigue.
Tienen un poco de todo, nos encontramos con ángles, diablos, cazadores de almas, vampiros, amor y al mismisimo Dios… La protagonista es tan dulce como hermosa… de a momento le da un ataque “Bella” y se pone un poco tonta, pero se lo perdonamos porque tiene mucho coraje y es muy lista. El protagonista masculino (aunque hay unos cuantos) es guapo, guapo, fuerte, buaaa en fin, increiblemente hermoso! Los personajes secundarios adorables también.

Intuition (la segunda parte) me ha puesto tan nerviosa que hablaba yo solita y maldecía en voz alta, me ha hecho llorar y reír y morir de amor.

En fin lectura recomendada!!! No se lo pueden perder…

inscpableThe Premonition Series #1
My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me–my freshman year of college. I had been hoping that once I had arrived on Crestwood’s campus, the nightmare that I’ve been having would go away. It hasn’t.

I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I’m grounded…sane. I look for rational explanations to even the strangest circumstances. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he’s near, I feel an attraction to him–a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you’re thinking…that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would be…if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I’m the worst thing that has ever happened to Crestwood…or him. But get this, for some reason every time I turn around he’s there, barging into my life.

What is the secret that he’s keeping from me? I’m hoping that it’s anything but what I suspect: that he’s not exactly normal…and neither am I. So, maybe Crestwood won’t be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I’ve been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is…inescapable.

intuitionThe Premonition Series #2

I don’t open my eyes so I can’t see him, but I can smell him. He thickens the air I breathe, choking me with his scent…his aroma. I shiver. I have to resist. If I’m not strong, then I will be relegated to the same fate as this predator whose sickness infects me even now. But now, I crave him and he knows that; he has been counting on my need to end the gnawing pain. How he would savor my surrender. I’m alive, but how much longer will it take until I beg him not to be?

23 Feb


Balthazar de Claudia Gray

A la venta el 6 de Marzo de 2012

Bueno con lo que me gustó la saga de Evernight, el libro de Balthazar me da muy buena vibra, la verdad que se merecía su propia historia, porque ha sido el más sufrido de la saga. Esperemos que hagan algún spin off de Lucas y Bianca…

For hundreds of years, the vampire Balthazar has been alone—without allies, without love.
When Balthazar agrees to help Skye Tierney, a human girl who once attended Evernight Academy, he has no idea how dangerous it will be. Skye’s newfound psychic powers have caught the attention of Redgrave, the cruel, seductive master vampire responsible for murdering Balthazar and his family four centuries ago. Now Redgrave plans to use Skye’s powers for his own evil purposes.
Balthazar will do whatever it takes to stop Redgrave and exact his long-awaited revenge against his killer. As Skye and Balthazar stand together to fight him, they grow closer—first unwillingly, then undeniably. Balthazar realizes his lonely world could finally be changed by her. . . .
In a story filled with forbidden love and dark suspense, one of the most beloved characters in Claudia Gray’s New York Times bestselling Evernight series will captivate readers with his battle to overcome his past and follow his heart.

20 Feb

City of Lost Souls, Finale, Dreamless

8 de mayo de 2012
City of Lost Souls de Cassandra Clare
Parte V de The Mortal Instruments

The New York Times bestselling Mortal Instruments continues—and so do the thrills and danger for Jace, Clary, and Simon. Can the lost be reclaimed? What price is too high to pay for love? Who can be trusted when sin and salvation collide? Love. Blood. Betrayal. Revenge. Darkness threatens to claim the Shadowhunters in the harrowing fifth book of the Mortal Instruments series.



23 de octubre de 2012
Finale de Becca Fitzpatrick
Parte IV de Hush Hush

Nora is more certain than ever that she is in love with Patch. Fallen angel or no, he is the one for her. Her heritage and destiny may mean that they will always be enemies, but there is no turning her back on him. But now they face their biggest challenge. Can their love survive a seemingly insurmountable divide. And in the end, will there be enough trust left to rebuild what has been broken? The lines are drawn – but which sides are they on?


29 de mayo de 2012 
Dreamless de Josephine Angelini
Parte II de Starcrossed 
Can true love be forgotten?
As the only Scion who can descend into the Underworld, Helen Hamilton has been given a nearly impossible task. By night she wanders through Hades, trying to stop the endless cycle of revenge that has cursed her family. By day she struggles to overcome the fatigue that is rapidly eroding her sanity. Without Lucas by her side, Helen is not sure she has the strength to go on.
Just as Helen is pushed to her breaking point, a mysterious new Scion comes to her rescue. Funny and brave, Orion shields her from the dangers of the Underworld. But time is running out—a ruthless foe plots against them, and the Furies’ cry for blood is growing louder.
As the ancient Greek world collides with the mortal one, Helen’s sheltered life on Nantucket descends into chaos. But the hardest task of all will be forgetting Lucas Delos.
Josephine Angelini’s compelling saga becomes ever more intricate and spellbinding as an unforgettable love triangle emerges and the eternal cycle of revenge intensifies. Eagerly awaited, this sequel to the internationally bestselling STARCROSSED delivers a gritty, action-packed love story that exceeds expectation.

14 Nov

Me contestó Simone Elkeles en Twitter!

Anoche, estaba leyendo Leaving Paradise por 104000º vez y cuando llegué a mi parte favorita decidí hacerle una foto y twitearla. Hoy cuando me levanto veo que Simone Elkeles me había contestado! Hoy soy feliz!

Que simple soy que con un gesto tan pequeño me alegro, pero en fin así soy. 😉

21 Ago

Fateful by Claudia Gray

Lo nuevo de Claudia Gray lo va a publicar en USA la editorial HarperTeen en septiembre de 2011. Va a tratar sobre una chica de nombre Tess y estará ambientado en 1912.
Nuestra prota trabaja como sirvienta en casa de un libidinoso lord del cual quiere escapar como loca a la primera de cambio. 
Pero ese no sería un gran problema si no fuera porque: 
Mientras se embarca en un viaje a America, donde ella planea escapar y empezar una nueva vida, conoce a Alec, que es un caballero guapisimo, divino de la muerte, fuerte, bueno, etc.. Del cual prefiere no enamorarse, pero como no, lo hace.  
Pero ese tampoco es un problemón ya que:
Resulta ser que Alec es un hombre lobo, condenado a transformarse cada noche a no ser que renuncie a su libertad y se una a la hermandad, un grupo muy violento de hombre lobos que lo viene persiguiendo hace meses. 
Pensarías que ese sería el más grande de los problemas? pos no, te has vuelto a equivocar.
El más grande de los problemas, aunque ellos aún no lo sepan, es que están a bordo del RMS Titanic
Bueno, ya queda muy poquito, si es igual o mejor que la serie Evernight, entonces estoy deseando!!!
29 May

Because it is Bitter

Que bonito lo que acabo de encontrar es un regalo de Cassandra Clare, lo publicó hace tiempo en su web, pero yo no lo había visto.

Es una escena de Ciudad de Ceniza (Cazadores de Sombras #2), en el capitulo de la Corte de la Hada Seelie, narrado desde el punto de vista de Jace.

Lástima que esté en inglés, si tengo tiempo prometo traducirlo. Los que sepan inglés espero lo disfruten tanto como yo. Besitos!

Because It Is Bitter

The scene that takes place during pages 170-174 of City of Ashes, in the chapter The Seelie Court, here from Jace’s point of view. I even gave it a name — “Because It Is Bitter.” Because boy, is Jace bitter here.

“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.” — Stephen Crane

“I know that I will not leave my sister here in your Court,” said Jace, “and since there is nothing to be learned from either her or myself, perhaps you could do us the favor of releasing her?”

The Queen smiled. It was a beautiful, terrible smile. The Queen was a lovely woman; she had that inhuman loveliness that faeries did, that was more like the loveliness of hard crystal than the beauty of a human. The Queen did not look any particular age: she could have been sixteen or forty-five. Jace supposed there were those who would have found her attractive — people had died for love of the Queen — but she gave him a cold feeling in his chest, as if he’d swallowed ice water too fast. “What if I told you she could be freed by a kiss?”

It was Clary who replied, bewildered: “You want Jace to kiss you?”

As the Queen and Court laughed, the icy feeling in Jace’s chest intensified. Clary didn’t understand faeries, he thought. He’d tried to explain, but there was no explaining, not really. Whatever the Queen wanted from them, it wasn’t a kiss from him; she could have demanded that without all this show and nonsense. What she wanted was to see them pinned and struggling like butterflies. It was something immortality did to you, he’d often thought: dulled your senses, your emotions; the sharp, uncontrollable, pitiable responses of human beings were to faeries  like fresh blood to a vampire. Something living. Something they didn’t have themselves.

“Despite his charms,” the Queen said, flicking a glance toward Jace — her eyes were green, like Clary’s, but not like Clary’s at all — “that kiss will not free the girl.”

“I could kiss Meliorn,” suggested Isabelle, shrugging.

The Queen shook her head slowly. “Nor that. Nor any one of my Court.”

Isabelle threw up her hands; Jace wanted to ask her what she’d expected — kissing Meliorn wouldn’t have bothered her, so obviously the Queen wouldn’t care about it. He supposed it had been nice of her to offer, but Iz, at least, ought to know better. She’d had dealings with faeries before.

Maybe it wasn’t just knowing the way the Fair Folk thought, Jace wondered. Maybe it was knowing how people who enjoyed cruelty for the sake of cruelty thought. Isabelle was thoughtless, and sometimes vain, but she wasn’t cruel. She tossed her dark hair back and scowled. “I’m not kissing any of you,” she said firmly. “Just so it’s official.”

“That hardly seems necessary,” said Simon, stepped forward. “If a kiss is all . . .”

He took a step toward Clary, who didn’t move away. The ice in Jace’s chest turned into liquid fire; he clenched his hands at his sides as Simon took Clary gently by the arms and looked down into her face. She rested her hands on Simon’s waist, as if she’d done it a million times before. Maybe she had, for all he knew. He knew Simon loved her; he’d known it since he’d seen them together in that stupid coffee shop, the other boy practically choking on getting the words “I love you” out of his mouth while Clary looked around the room, restlessly alive, her green eyes darting everywhere. She’s not interested in you, mundane boy, he’d thought with satisfaction. Get lost. And then been surprised he’d thought it. What difference did it make to him what this girl he barely knew thought?

That seemed like a lifetime ago. She wasn’t some girl he barely knew anymore: she was Clary. She was the one thing in his life that mattered more than anything else, and watching Simon put his hands on her, wherever he wanted to, made him feel at once sick and faint and murderously angry. The urge to stalk up and rip the two of them apart was so strong he could barely breathe.

Clary glanced back at him, her red hair slipping over her shoulder. She looked concerned, which was bad enough. He couldn’t stand the thought that she might feel sorry for him. He looked away fast, and caught the eye of the Seelie Queen, glimmering with delight: now this was what she was after. Their pain, their agony.

“No,” said the Queen, to Simon, in a voice like the soft slice of a knife. “That is not what I want either.”

Simon stepped away from Clary, reluctantly. Relief pounded through Jace’s veins like blood, drowning out what his friends were saying. For a moment all he cared about was that he wasn’t going to have to watch Clary kiss Simon. Then Clary seemed to swim into focus: she was very pale, and he couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking. Was she disappointed not to be kissed by Simon? Relieved as he was? He thought of Simon kissing her hand earlier than day and shoved the memory away viciously, still staring at his sister. Look up, he thought. Look at me. If you love me, you’ll look at me.

She crossed her arms over her chest, the way she did when she was cold or upset. But she didn’t look up. The conversation went on around them: who was going to kiss who, what was going to happen. Hopeless rage rose up in Jace’s chest, and as usual, found its escape in a sarcastic comment.

“Well, I’m not kissing the mundane,” he said. “I’d rather stay down here and rot.”

“Forever?” said Simon. His eyes were big and dark and serious. “Forever’s an awfully long time.”

Jace looked back at those eyes. Simon was probably a good person, he thought. He loved Clary and he wanted to take care of her and make her happy. He’d probably make a spectacular boyfriend. Logically, Jace knew, it was exactly what he ought to want for his sister. But he couldn’t look at Simon without wanting to kill someone. “I knew it,” he said nastily. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”

“Of course not. But if—”

“I guess it’s true what they say. There are no straight men in the trenches.”
“That’s atheists, jackass.” Simon was bright red. “There are no atheists in the trenches.”

It was the Queen who interrupted them, leaning forward so that her white neck and breasts were displayed above the neckline of her low-cut gown. “While this is all very amusing, the kiss that will free the girl is the kiss that she most desires,” she said. “Only that and nothing more.”

Simon went from red to white. If the kiss that Clary most desired wasn’t Simon’s, then . . .the way she was looking at Jace, from Jace to Clary, answered that.

Jace’s heart started to pound. He met the Queen’s eyes with his own. “Why are you doing this?”

“I rather thought I was offering you a boon,” she said. “Desire is not always lessened by disgust. Nor can it be bestowed, like a favor, to those most deserving of it. And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire your kiss, she won’t be free.”

Jace felt  blood flood into his face. He was vaguely aware of Simon arguing that Jace and Clary were brother and sister, that it wasn’t right, but he ignored him. The Seelie Queen was looking at him, and her eyes were like the sea before a deadly storm, and he wanted to say thank you. Thank you.

And that was the most dangerous thing of all, he thought, as around him his companions argued about whether Clary and Jace had to do this, or what any of them would be willing to do to escape the Court. To allow the Queen to give you something you wanted — truly, truly wanted — was to put yourself in her power. How had she looked at him and known, he wondered? That this was what he thought about, wanted, woke from dreams of, gasping and sweating?  That when he thought, really thought, about the fact that he might never get to kiss Clary again, he wanted to die or hurt or bleed so badly he’d go up to the attic and train alone for hours until he was so exhausted he had no choice but to pass out, exhausted. He’d have bruises in the morning, bruises and cuts and scraped skin and if he could have named all his injuries they would have had the same name: Clary, Clary, Clary.

Simon was still talking, saying something, angry again. “You don’t have to do this, Clary, it’s a trick—”

“Not a trick,” said Jace. The calmness in his own voice surprised him. “A test.” He looked at Clary. She was biting her lip, her hand wound in a curl of her hair; the gestures so characteristic, so very much a part of her, they shattered his heart. Simon was arguing with Isabelle now as the Seelie Queen lounged back and watched them like a sleek, amused cat.

Isabelle sounded exasperated. ‘Who cares, anyway? It’s just a kiss.”

“That’s right,” Jace said.

Clary looked up, then finally, and her wide green eyes rested on him. He moved toward her, and as it always did, the rest of the world fell away until it was just them, as if they stood on a spotlighted stage in an empty auditorium. He put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. She had stopped biting her lip, and her cheeks were flushed, her eyes a brilliant green. He could feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and taking this once chance, however dangerous and stupid and unwise, and kissing her the way he had thought he would never, in his life, be able to kiss her again.

“It’s just a kiss,” he said, and heard the roughness in his own voice, and wondered if she heard it, too.
Not that it mattered—there was no way to hide it. It was too much. He had never wanted like this before. There had always been girls. He had asked himself, in the dead of night, staring at the blank walls of his room, what made Clary so different. She was beautiful, but other girls were beautiful. She was smart, but there were other smart girls. She understood him, laughed when he laughed, saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath. There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.

But still, maybe, he could find all that somewhere else. People fell in love, and lost, and moved on. He didn’t know why he couldn’t. He didn’t know why he didn’t even want to. All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to Hell or Heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count.

He reached down and took her hands, winding his fingers with hers, and whispered in her ear. “You can close your eyes and think of England, if you like,” he said.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her lashes coppery lines against her pale, fragile skin. “I’ve never even been to England,” she said, and the softness, the anxiety in her voice almost undid him. He had never kissed a girl without knowing she wanted it too, usually more than he did, and this was Clary, and he didn’t know what she wanted. He slid his hands up hers, over the sleeves of her damply clinging shirt, to her shoulders. Her eyes were still closed, but she shivered, and leaned into him — barely, but it was permission enough.

His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him, and she was soft and pliant but surprisingly strong like no one else he’d ever held. His hands flattened against her back, pressing her against him, and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her. He flicked his tongue along her lips, opening her mouth under his, and she tasted salt and sweet like faerie water. He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you; I love you and I don’t care that you’re my sister; don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.
I don’t know how to be without you.

His hands slid down to her waist, and he was pulling her against him, lost in the sensations that spiraled through his nerves and blood and bones, and he had no idea what he would have done or said next, if it would have been something he could never have pretended away or taken back, but he heard a soft hiss of laughter — the Faerie Queen — in his ears, and it jolted him back to reality. He pulled away from Clary before he it was too late, unlocking her hands from around his neck and stepping back. It felt like cutting his own skin open, but he did it.

Clary was staring at him. Her lips were parted, her hands still open. Her eyes were wide. Behind her, Isabelle was gaping at them; Simon looked as if he was about to throw up.

She’s my sister, Jace thought. My sister. But the words meant nothing. They might as well have been in a foreign language. If there had ever been any hope that he could have come to think of Clary as just his sister, this — what had just happened between them — had exploded it into a thousand pieces like a meteorite blasting into the surface of the earth. He tried to read Clary’s face — did she feel the same? She looked as if she wanted nothing more than to turn around and run away. I know you felt it, he said to her with his eyes, and it was half bitter triumph and half pleading. I know you felt it, too. But there was no answer on her face; she wrapped her arms around herself, the way she always did when she was upset, and hugged herself as if she were cold. She glanced away from him.

Jace felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a fist. He whirled on the Queen. “Was that good enough?” he demanded. “Did that entertain you?”

The Queen gave him a look: special and secretive and shared between the two of them. You warned her about us, the look seemed to say. That we would hurt her, break her as you might break a twig between your fingers. But you, who thought you could not be touched — you are the one who has been broken. “We are quite entertained,” she said. “But not, I think, so much as the both of you.”

22 May

City of fallen angels, Afterlife, No string attached, Beastly

City of Fallen Angels de Cassandra Clare. (Cuarta parte de los Cazadores de Sombras). Aunque soy una gran fan de esta serie he tardado bastante en leerlo, por miedo y por dinero. Por miedo a que no me gustara y por dinero ya que preferí esperar a que saliera en tapa blanda -la crisis nos afecta a todos y la cosa no está pá tapas duras-

Así fue como después de tenerlo en casita unos días, hice de tripas corazón y me puse con ello. Hermoso, otra cosa no puedo decir. Hermoso, hermoso. No me desilucioné, pero ahora estoy muy cabreada, es que la quinta parte no sale hasta el 2012 y la sexta hasta el 2013… Con mi suerte, si se me termina el mundo antes y me quedo sin saber el final…. ufff sabía yo que tendría que haber esperado.
Bueno la cosa es que no quiero espoilear nada, por lo tanto no voy a decir nada, tiene todos los ingredientes de los anteriores, nos reencontramos con todos los personajes y seguimos de cerca la historia de amor (finalmente) entre Jace y Clary. Solamente puedo destacar dos cosas malas: 1. El final asquerosamente cortado que te deja con cara de tonta. 2. Echo de menos un poco el antiguo Jace (el cabroncete) ahora anda más ñoño, pero en fin por lo demás genial. Ahh y se me olvidaba comentar, que ya han pensado cargarse la saga haciendo la peli, que saldrá en breve, no sé ni me importa cuando.

La clase de inglés del día es:
The Mortal Instruments = Cazadores de Sombras

Afterlife de Claudia Gray (Cuarta y última parte de la serie Evernight). Ehhh a ver, está bien, pero no sé si soy yo que he leído el libro en una etapa un poco “plof” de mi existencia, pero me ha parecido que el nivel ha decaído con respecto a las primeras tres entregas. Sí es el final que tenía que tener quizás, pero se me ha hecho un poco soso.  Aburridillo en algunas partes, repetitivo en fin me esperaba algo diferente. La cosa es que se ha acabado, tiene un final feliz, se resuelven todos los misterios y colorín colado y comieron perdices etcétera etcétera.
Nada que pase a la historia ni que tenga entre mis libros favoritos. Pero si has leído primero, obviamente hay que leer el final.

No Strings Attached con Natalie Portman y bombonazo Ashton Kutcher. No es que me vaya a dedidacar a comentar pelis ahora pero he visto esta el otro día y me ha encantado, para pasar un buen rato (y recrearse la vista con el bombonazo) pues os la recomiendo! Que en esta vida no todo es sufrir, joeee.

Beastly con Alex Pettyfer y Vanessa Hudgens y siguiendo con mi repentino ataque de crítica de cine, os cuento que el otro día caí en tentación y vi esta “hermosura”. No puedo ciertamente decir que se han cargado el libro, porque de eso ya se había encargado Alex Flinn pero los productores/directores/guionistas pusieron su granito de arena para terminar de estropearlo del todo. Lo único que vale la pena ver, es obviamente el prota, que aunque esté todo tatuado, ya que según yo aprovecharon el casting para los Cazadores de Sombras y les dio pereza borrarle el maquillaje. Bueno como decía sigue siendo un niño guapísimo digno de admirar, con maquillaje o sin él. Por lo demás, podéis aprovechar para que os hagan la manicura y os pongan el tinte con mechas, mientra veís la peli. ¿ok?

Bueno pues, prometo seguir con más cosillas atrasadas, ahora no quiero cansar con mi presencia, y que luego me digáis: ¡¡¡”Acabas de volver, pero ya queremos que te vayas, pesad


¡Buenas noches, os quiero!

17 Nov

Chain Reaction

Vaya vaya que abandonadito tengo el blog, no es que no lea pero estoy demasiado ocupada con el trabajo y con mi otro “hobbie” pero eso no quiere decir que no siga aquí pendiente!

Que alegía ver la portada de esta tercera entrega de Perfect Chemistry, la historia del tercer hermano Fuentes… Luis.

Tiene fecha de publicación para la primavera del 2011, siempre hay que sufrir pero por un libro de Simone Elkeles siempre vale la pena la espera.

A sneak peek of CHAIN REACTION!!!

Luis Fuentes is a good boy who doesn’t live with the angst that his big brothers, Alex and Carlos, have always lived with. Luis is smart, funny, and has big dreams of becoming an astronaut. But when he falls for the wrong girl, Luis enters a dark world he’s never known, and just when he thinks he’s got life all figured out, learns some disturbing news about his family that destroys his positive outlook on life. Will that Fuentes bad boy streak come out with a vengeance and lure Luis to live on the edge like his new girlfriend and his own father?

Continuing all the steamy romance of the first two books, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Simone Elkeles gives fans one more satisfying taste of the irresistible Fuentes boys.

CHAIN REACTION will be published Spring 2011.

22 Oct


Título: Sinsajo
Título original: Mockingjay
Autora: Suzanne Collins
Serie: Los juegos del Hambre #3
Web: http://www.suzannecollinsbooks.com/
Sinopsis que viene en el libro
Katniss Everdeen ha sobrevivido de nuevo a LOS JUEGOS, aunque no queda nada de su hogar. Gale ha escapado. Su familia está a salvo. El Capitolio ha capturado a Peeta. El Distrito 13 existe de verdad. Hay rebeldes. Hay nuevos líderes. Están en plena revolución. El plan de rescate para sacar a Katniss de la arena del cruel e inquietante Vasallaje de los Veinticinco no fue casual, como tampoco lo fue que llevara tiempo formando parte de la revolución sin saberlo.El Distrito 13 ha surgido de entre las sombras y quiere acabar con el Capitolio. Al parecer, todos han tenido algo que ver en el meticuloso plan… todos, menos Katniss.

El éxito de la rebelión depende de lo dispuesta que ella esté a ser una marioneta, a aceptar la responsabilidad de incontrables vidas y a cambiar el curso del futuro de Panem. Para hacerlo debe dejar a un lado sus sentimientos de rabia y desconfianza. Debe convertise en el Sinsajo… a cualquier precio.

Mi punto de vista

Sinsajo es el final real, drástico y único que a mi entender merecía la historia.

Que puedo decir de esta tercera entrega de los Juegos del Hambre, me he quedado con un montón de sentimientos atragantados y pisoteados en mi interior. Pasé desde la angustia, a la melancolía, a la bronca, por la tristeza, a la resignación.

Es uno de esos (pocos, raros y únicos) libros brillantes.
Tanto que dudo que pueda leer algo a su altura próximamente… Mejor me tomo un descanso.
Algo parecido a lo que me pasó con Los Pilares de la Tierra cuando lo acabé no me gustaba nada de lo que leía, nada estaba a su altura.

Una historia, sumamente intensa, la trilogía en general es increíble pero creo que esta tercera parte es soberbia.

El trasfondo psicológico de la historia es asombroso, la forma en la que la autora trata los distintos sentimientos y pensamientos. Como analiza los trastornos mentales por los que puede pasar una persona en momentos extremos enfrentados a la perdida de personas amadas. Como los sentimientos se van entretejiendo y como la acción se desarrolla atrapándote.
Como nunca sabes de que lado debes estar, quién es el bueno y quién el malo. Que motivos ocultan los personajes para actuar de determinada manera. La complejidad de los carácteres.

Mi estado de ánimo (deprimido y lloroso) está atravesando un momento de egoísmo literario y tiende a llenarme la cabeza de pensamientos inconformistas, por lo tanto:
– No estoy de acuerdo en clasificar la historia para pre-adolescentes. No creo que sea apto ni que puedan comprender (no quiero decir que los niños sean tontos) el contenido tan profundo y el mensaje para todos los seres humanos que nos deja el libro.
– He leído que tienen intenciones de hacer una película, si soy sincera espero de corazón que no la hagan, en mi experiencia no hay libro que no se carguen (lamentablemente y literalmente)…
Pero bueno estaremos a ver que pasa con mis dedos cruzados.

No puedo hacer más que recomendar la saga a todo el mundo.