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Se quiseres fazer um comentário a livros já existentes no blogue, clica em "comentários".Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-16801436351389593002008-06-20T03:23:00.000-07:002008-06-20T03:44:26.766-07:00Dead man's island<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58K1O7tAO0ZAWhyphenhyphen3JxxIPmJt-F6axSbaTvtJhLK7d32TcMeORdvM6BEhgWrly-5GAHPx4I8R6Fcd8lyNyyt15aCCyfLA3Ac3UcvJxABu5LYR-5eX35Ysw9m1Y2EfvqGXqZFReBpqISJAX/s1600-h/dead+man%27s+island.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213907935031564882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58K1O7tAO0ZAWhyphenhyphen3JxxIPmJt-F6axSbaTvtJhLK7d32TcMeORdvM6BEhgWrly-5GAHPx4I8R6Fcd8lyNyyt15aCCyfLA3Ac3UcvJxABu5LYR-5eX35Ysw9m1Y2EfvqGXqZFReBpqISJAX/s320/dead+man%27s+island.jpg" width="123" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Author:</span> John Escott<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Genre:</span> Mystery and Adventure<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Setting the story:</span> A small part of the story takes place in England and all rest of it takes place in a small private island in Scotland.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">One problem presented of the story:</span> The problem presented in the story is the travel that Carol and her mother make to a small private island in Scotland and the events that happened.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Some the major events:</span> The death of Carol's father and whwn Carol opened the locked door and she saw what it contained, she saw that Mr. Ross was Jake Rosso, her favourite singer. "I saw the face of Mr. Ross... Mr. Ross is Jake Rosso."<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">The problem is soved when:</span> Carol saw the contents of the locked room and she saw that James Ross was Jake Rosso, her favourite singer. He appeared and he told his true story. " Ok, you're right... I am Jake Rosso (...) "I took drugs... I drank a lot of alcohol... I did stupid, terrible things. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop doing it. I was crazy, for a time (...) One night, I was driving my car. I was drunk and I hit somebody. A young girl. She died. I killed her. (...) I was afraid... and so "I killed" him (he feigned his death). This event remained a secret.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I liked and I didn't like the story.</span><br />I didn't like the story because the title points to another development wich would be cooler.<br />I liked the story because it has a lot of mistery until the end, the story is very interesting and I learned a few thing and values with it. I think that Carol is a very determined girl.<br /><br />Carla Sofia Mesquita<br />8º 4Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-55931224624288855352008-06-19T04:19:00.000-07:002008-06-19T04:35:49.087-07:00The secret garden<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Author:</span></strong> Frances Hodson Burnett<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">One problem presented in the story:</span></strong> There was a 10-year-old boy called Colin Craven who was all day and night in his bedroom (so depressed and allways crying) because he had a crooked back as his father (Mr. Archibald Craven). He was so bad-tempered, disagreeable and spoilt. All the servants had to do everything that he wanted, because if he became angry, he would also become ill. Colin's mother died ten years ago, and because of that his father didin't like seeing Colin because he reminded him of his wife. So, nobody seemed to care about Colin, and everybody said that he was going to die.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">The problem is solved when:</span></strong> The problem was solved when Mary and Dickon decided to help Colin to get better, and they took him to the mansion's gardens, in his wheelchair, because a doctor had told Colin to go out in the fresh air, but Colin hated it. However, Mary and Dickon made him like fresh air and convinced him to go out of his room.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Some of the major events:</span></strong> For me, the most important and emotional event was in the end of the story, when Mr. Craven saw Colin runing and smiling as a beautiful, healthy and happy boy, and it made him so proud of his son.<br /><br />I liked the story very much because it isn't a tedious or monotonous story, and because it reflets three important and interesting cases: the firts is a bad-tempered and numb girl (Mary) who became a sensible, kind, and friendly child; the second is a secret and locked garden which the key was buried; and the third is a boy (Colin) who was so ill that everybody said that he was going to die, but when he started going out of his room, getting some fresh air and walking in the gardens, he got better, and changed into an ordinary boy.<br /><br />Noiala Araújo N.º: 18<br /><br />Ano/Turma: 8.º 4Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-5304141630495345782008-06-19T04:16:00.000-07:002008-06-19T04:18:20.286-07:00The island of ghosts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Dxl5jRh2UVuKxeTbta_2AjZS_wO2hnb6esLp-VbHEeh36-DzqQ3iLvjor0QzcPCLvOObBnQ2H_v3GPXqYHkKAS1y7zgM5QXdl4DfT7rb6eBHPyaNvWfSANO5S_k9ugHTjak99gmC9Cgs/s1600-h/51BNFFX2W8L__SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213550386782729250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Dxl5jRh2UVuKxeTbta_2AjZS_wO2hnb6esLp-VbHEeh36-DzqQ3iLvjor0QzcPCLvOObBnQ2H_v3GPXqYHkKAS1y7zgM5QXdl4DfT7rb6eBHPyaNvWfSANO5S_k9ugHTjak99gmC9Cgs/s320/51BNFFX2W8L__SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This story tells about a trip of Kevin and Leah to the island of Lilac in called Azores in North Atlantic Ocean. The day after the trip they went to the beach where they found a woman that told them a love story between a pirate and a Portuguese girl. However, Roberto, the pirate never told the girl that he loved her. Maria wanted Roberto to stay with her in the island, but Roberto wanted her to come with him on the boat. On day they stopped talking to each other and Roberto went away. Maria waited for Roberto but he never returned. Kevin and Leah tried to find out what had happened to Roberto and if he loved Maria. When they were eating breakfast, they saw two photographs: one was recent of a cave and there was an old one one but both looked the same. They went to the cave and a ghost took them to a trunk and they decided to go back. The following day they returned with the police, Mr and Mrs Murray and they discovered that inside the trunk there a letters from Roberto to Maria saying that he loved her. But in the end there is a question with no answer: What happened to Roberto?<br />In the end of the story Kevin and Leah went back home. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-56851796229316666152008-06-19T03:52:00.000-07:002008-06-19T04:12:27.645-07:00"Sherlock Holmes-Short stories"-"The Specled Band"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaZQQ0ffPtT74q8hIrnVmvXfGfe1nZRlzV2gvvXvxDczFxGeuezL5qKiNpy5yaSTeclG_gxOWE45Ej_2BxduYgZKAOQCtUxmJA3RxfdSeuso0ojY9M5RXeLPIINwUZzpoQFrCOGRhF43M/s1600-h/51FNX216ZML._SL500_AA240_"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213548847846221266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisaZQQ0ffPtT74q8hIrnVmvXfGfe1nZRlzV2gvvXvxDczFxGeuezL5qKiNpy5yaSTeclG_gxOWE45Ej_2BxduYgZKAOQCtUxmJA3RxfdSeuso0ojY9M5RXeLPIINwUZzpoQFrCOGRhF43M/s320/51FNX216ZML._SL500_AA240_" border="0" /></a><br /><div>title: Sherlock Holmes-Short stories"-"The Specled Band"</div><br /><div>Author: Sir aArthur Conan Doyle</div><br /><div>Sumary of the story: Sherlock Holmes and Watson were in their flat when a young woman dressed in black come to see them. She looked tired and cryed. She sat and told the story of her life. She lived with her stepfather. He was a very violent men. He had lived in India and brought wild animals. He liked gipsies too. Elen said that her sister, Julia, had only 30 years when she died. She died before she got married. Elen told Sherlock Holmes that her sister used to hear the songs of falling metals. Holmes thought and decided to visit the house. He investigated all the house. Helen's stepfather wanted her to sleeping to Julia's room. That was a bell-rope and a plate with milk. They didn't have any cats. Holmes and Watson spent the night in Julia's room, because they thought that Elen's life was in danger. They heard a sound, and Holmes hit the bell-rope hard. They heard a cry from the next room. They entered the room and they saw a metal box open and Elen stepfather dead. There was a snake on his head. Holmes discovered that the snake came to the airvent and down the bell-rope to the bed. That was what killed Julia. That snake poison is difficult to find in a dead body. Pulling the bell-rope Holmes made the snake hungry and need to went back to the airvent.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-37442700950530909122008-06-12T04:06:00.000-07:002008-06-12T04:34:45.902-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-aaGM6GJsuv9D7xT-Xremr05-CS_VzGNca__TyhVM31PoLCKyHnirv60hgYgBX7OdYhJmmOQN9PRxCP9hXeoYywv1URfp0bTWdX6mfnydgrf6TNP2KBwh-pTJLmZE9sG-o0-UDK1vDLw/s1600-h/sem+título.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210950419173319410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="182" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-aaGM6GJsuv9D7xT-Xremr05-CS_VzGNca__TyhVM31PoLCKyHnirv60hgYgBX7OdYhJmmOQN9PRxCP9hXeoYywv1URfp0bTWdX6mfnydgrf6TNP2KBwh-pTJLmZE9sG-o0-UDK1vDLw/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" width="116" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Title: " Voodoo Island"</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Author: Michael Duckworth</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"> </span></div><div align="justify"> The story started when Mr. Conway pretended to be rich man and he went to Haiti. During the travelling he met Mrs. Karen. She was writing a book about voodoo and she went to work for an hospital there. While Mr. Conway was trying to get richer she was writing her book and she visited the most important hougan in that Island. As Mr. Conway didn´t have space to build his small town he decided to build his town in a graveyard which was very important to kee ( the hougan) because he had his grandfather buried there. So, the only chance that kee found to solve the problem was using voodoo. With that, Mr. Conway became crazy and went to the hospital where Mrs. Karen worked. Mrs. Karen invited kee to help Mr. Conway but he refused it because he said Mr. Conway would be happy there: he had a big place to live in, with lots of rooms, people came and cleaned the rooms and brought him food, he didn´t have to work, and he had got a lot of money in the bank; It was everything he wanted in life.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> I like the story because the message that old kee left makes us think about the impotance of having friends.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Jorge Bastos 8º4</div><div> </div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-91828186900229538572008-06-03T15:30:00.000-07:002008-06-03T15:32:54.363-07:00Poema da minha autoria<strong><span style="color:#000066;">Primavera é o tempo a crescer</span></strong><br /><br />Cresce por entre as folhagens<br />Uma pequena flor a sorrir<br />Nos campos de verdes pastagens<br />Tudo se vai colorir<br /><br />O Sol ficou mais brilhante<br />O azul do céu mais intenso<br />Tudo é belo e deslumbrante!<br /><br />As estrelas com um brilho cintilante<br />Lá no céu iluminam a noite<br />A lua parece um diamante<br />Tudo convida ao romance.<br /><br />Os pássaros andam agitados<br />Não param de chilrear<br />Parecem enamorados<br />Os filhotes vão encantar<br /><br />As crianças andam felizes<br />Vêem tudo a crescer<br />Com um sorriso esboçado no rosto<br />Não param de nos surpreender<br /><br /><div align="right">Carla Sofia Mesquita</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-41028787474937566442008-06-03T15:24:00.000-07:002008-06-03T15:30:45.749-07:00Poema da minha autoria<strong><span style="color:#000066;">Mãe, quero-te sempre a meu lado</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br />Mulher meiga e ternurenta<br />Sempre pronta a ajudar<br />Quando estiver triste e sozinha<br />Não preciso de te chamar<br /><br />Tu estás sempre presente<br />Desde o dia em que nasci<br />O que desejo realmente<br />É ter-te sempre aqui<br /><br />Mãe, o teu coração é enorme<br />Eu nunca te irei esquecer<br />Tudo farei nesta vida<br />Para não te ver sofrer<br /><br />Mesmo quando eu crescer<br />Não te vou abandonar<br />Quero mesmo te dizer<br />Que sempre te vou amar<br /><br /><div align="right">Carla Sofia Mesquita</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-84833694105199673232008-04-22T01:03:00.001-07:002008-04-22T11:17:52.425-07:00Marley & Eu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQthcscMTk-G_0c-DQOoJQmngnR6HoT8HAybRb3WLEy3GOnui5XkeVtrgAAT2o5ZUJlFwlfl_fXGd9TrrG5jWcjlOdyjNKCQaXqbARsLuVPQwlN32wMEK4_Z3KiJ_TQQgMUrOtXerMwXB4/s1600-h/marley+&+eu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191977438344894866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="215" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQthcscMTk-G_0c-DQOoJQmngnR6HoT8HAybRb3WLEy3GOnui5XkeVtrgAAT2o5ZUJlFwlfl_fXGd9TrrG5jWcjlOdyjNKCQaXqbARsLuVPQwlN32wMEK4_Z3KiJ_TQQgMUrOtXerMwXB4/s320/marley+%26+eu.jpg" width="145" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">“Marley & Eu”, Um livro fantástico, muito interessante e comovente.Esta fantástica história fala sobre um cão muito indisciplinado, destruidor de janelas, portas, e muitas outras coisas; mas que ao mesmo tempo, consegue ser um dos melhores amigos dos seus donos e consegue mesmo ser um herói.“Marley & Eu”, consegue dar-nos uma grande lição de moral: que o grande amigo do homem, sempre foi e há-de ser o cão, e que apesar da sua indisciplina, não deixa de ser um cão em peras, que consegue mesmo vir a ser herói!Aconselho este livro a qualquer pessoa, mas principalmente ás que sentem medo em relação a estes animais, pois neste livro aprendemos que eles podem ser mesmo com melhor amigo de toda a família.<br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;">Catarina Branco</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;">8º4</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-18502509954227168652008-04-21T11:26:00.000-07:002008-04-21T11:34:16.072-07:00NOVIDADES!<span style="color:#000000;">Avisámos a todos os frequentadores deste blogue que, além de colocarem comentários a livros, também podem colocar pequenos textos ou poemas da vossa autoria. Para isso, basta enviarem os textos ou poemas para o mail </span><a href="mailto:oficinadeleitura84@gmail.com"><span style="color:#000000;">oficinadeleitura84@gmail.com</span></a><span style="color:#000000;">. Sejam criativos, pois também haverá uma votação para os textos e poemas da vossa autoria. Pode não haver prémio, mas quanto mais originais e mais votos tiverem será, de certeza, um incentivo para a criação de mais textos ou poemas.<br />Esperemos a vossa participação!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-88828512998192211422008-04-21T00:58:00.000-07:002008-04-21T01:20:48.260-07:00Eragon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhiUQwF2MT7h7fohNJuk91Bea7Qh7zCNbaAytbLnL_XIbZ4r-t5LtpxVnhOKB4fzJ5F1_8YWZ95U9WzSh8AXaYJua0wNpkPIh7fQqxWgPbTwNg7lTpa-U-eHdp48j7b7jGRHS7iXHS18E/s1600-h/0552552097.02.LZZZZZZZ"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191605452752048818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="185" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIhiUQwF2MT7h7fohNJuk91Bea7Qh7zCNbaAytbLnL_XIbZ4r-t5LtpxVnhOKB4fzJ5F1_8YWZ95U9WzSh8AXaYJua0wNpkPIh7fQqxWgPbTwNg7lTpa-U-eHdp48j7b7jGRHS7iXHS18E/s320/0552552097.02.LZZZZZZZ" width="117" border="0" /></a> Este livro foi um dos que mais me fascinou pois tem uma história muito bem conseguida e mantém um enigma na história que nos leva a não parar de ler e a continuar fã desta colecção.<br />Este livro começa numa pequena aldeia, onde um rapaz, Eragon, que estava a caçar para a sua família encontrou uma pedra polida e resolveu guarda-la.<br />Certo dia descobriu que não era uma pedra mas sim um ovo pois eclodiu, dando a luz um dragão azul, Saphira.<br />A partir daí, fugiu com um contador de histórias, que mais tarde, pouco antes de morrer ensinou magia e revelou-lhe que já tinha sido cavaleiro.<br />Daí para a frente teve um novo companheiro de viagem Murtagh que o acompanhou durante muito tempo até ao esconderijo dos Varden.<br />Ficou lá durante algum tempo, esperando a altura em que iria treinar magia com os elfos.<br />Uma noite foi dado o alerta de guerra e todos os Varden se preparam para combater. Durante a batalha Eragon encontra-se com o Espectro Durza, acabando por matá-lo, mas saindo com uma cicatriz enorme nas costas.<br /><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">João Ferraz 8º4</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-63736627606489385672008-04-21T00:33:00.000-07:002008-04-21T01:23:59.658-07:00Harry Potter e os talismãs da morte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ53rrjtk6lxiWK68tbmW7baozdVZg_VqrBQn62cHcglGwUBvtICjY1aisXa7P-IeLqWtjjBo39regr8w5LyPqp5bh5r7zezSiMUbEbX0Z9tpRskuAVGTOHz8sN9N4ku24Gl7ZPeuf1j0a/s1600-h/harrypotter_talismas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191599126265221794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ53rrjtk6lxiWK68tbmW7baozdVZg_VqrBQn62cHcglGwUBvtICjY1aisXa7P-IeLqWtjjBo39regr8w5LyPqp5bh5r7zezSiMUbEbX0Z9tpRskuAVGTOHz8sN9N4ku24Gl7ZPeuf1j0a/s320/harrypotter_talismas.jpg" border="0" /></a> Achei este livro extremamente interessante, devido á informação, que revela, que ficaram pendentes de outros livros.<br />Não aconselho a leitura deste livro a quem não leu os livros anteriores da saga pois não percebe nada deste livro.<br />Este livro tem muita acção embora a primeira parte seja um bocado aborrecido.<br />Neste livro Harry Potter juntamente com os seus dois amigos Ron e Hermione partem a busca dos Hurcruxes (Dumbledore deixou esta tarefa a Harry quando morreu).<br />Harry Potter vai em diversas aventuras apanhando os horcruxes um a um destruindo-os também um a um.<br />Harry depois de destruir os horcruxes descobre que parte dele é um horcrux e apercebeu-se que para Voldemort poder ser morto, ele próprio tinha que morrer.<br />Quem é que morre no final, Voldemort ou Harry Potter?<br />Desvenda este mistério, lendo este fabuloso livro.<br />A razão pela qual eu não desvendo o final é que se o revelar perde todo o seu interesse.<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Jorge Leite 8º4</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-2800274043647387652008-02-18T19:49:00.000-08:002008-04-21T01:25:29.338-07:00O Pai no Tecto<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXvgzmWFX9LI4LK0ddsuUbwYz2AvRfeXL6XRdHD1fiMzQXiWLZ1MXVrodTKmXRqotnKk9hmfkx5d-vjwt0m2FRi94pJio2GNobokYgRuWovgVVzm6pElED3Q7gnoGNURzRXjg3cXHqlhb/s1600-h/184001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191611684749595330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="141" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCXvgzmWFX9LI4LK0ddsuUbwYz2AvRfeXL6XRdHD1fiMzQXiWLZ1MXVrodTKmXRqotnKk9hmfkx5d-vjwt0m2FRi94pJio2GNobokYgRuWovgVVzm6pElED3Q7gnoGNURzRXjg3cXHqlhb/s320/184001.jpg" width="90" border="0" /></a>Achei o livro muito interessante, com uma história muito real.<br />É um livro que apela ao sentimento e às emoções.<br />Retrata-nos a vida de um menino que, mesmo abandonado pela família nunca deixou de ser feliz e fazer felizes aqueles que eram mais queridos.<br />Este menino, chamado Tito, ultrapassou fases muito difíceis na sua vida, como a morte da senhora que cuidara dele desde bebé.<br />No final do livro, o Tito encontra um verdadeiro pai que lhe dá alegria, carinho e amor. Um pai que ele nunca teve.<br /><br /><br /><div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Carla Sofia Mesquita</span> </div><a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://imagens.webboom.pt/imagem%3Famb%3Dcapaprod%26id%3D83764%26width%3D130&imgrefurl=http://www.webboom.pt/ficha.asp%3FID%3D83764&h=190&w=130&sz=13&hl=pt-PT&start=1&tbnid=U5p8CJoBTdj5SM:&tbnh=103&tbnw=70&prev=/images%3Fq%3DPai%2Bno%2Btecto%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dpt-PT"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-22965691819761019052008-02-18T11:07:00.000-08:002008-04-21T01:27:05.174-07:00Os Herdeiros da Lua de Joana<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzRAkOonEcqoPq1TU2yz9RUj7ZGjQke8LDrRZMn7aspGm3HJ8l6ey4Ehjv9bdJlR00eB02yJ435uKVrtayx5tGoZg_0xPgXrMbxsn-2SiIb3YfyHaId1uGFlYiLUdoQgZ9GDoiV_xh-wX/s1600-h/sem+título.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191612195850703586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinzRAkOonEcqoPq1TU2yz9RUj7ZGjQke8LDrRZMn7aspGm3HJ8l6ey4Ehjv9bdJlR00eB02yJ435uKVrtayx5tGoZg_0xPgXrMbxsn-2SiIb3YfyHaId1uGFlYiLUdoQgZ9GDoiV_xh-wX/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /></a> Achei o livro muito interessante.<br />A história relata os momentos passados pela família de uma jovem após a sua morte.<br />É um livro bastante comovente.<br />Joana era uma jovem bonita, boa aluna e bem-educada, que se sentia só. As suas únicas confidentes, a avó Ju e a sua amiga Marta, já tinham falecido.<br />Joana, como não tinha ninguém para desabafar, decidiu escrever cartas à sua amiga que tinha falecido por causa do vício das drogas.<br />Os pais de Joana eram muito ausentes e o seu irmão tinha muitos problemas psicológicos. Ninguém dava atenção a Joana.<br />Joana faleceu muito jovem com o vício das drogas, como a sua amiga Marta. Foi a partir desse momento que os pais dela começaram a ver o quanto ela era importante para eles.<br />Dr. Brito, o pai de Joana, começou a ler as cartas que Joana escrevia para a sua amiga Marta e percebeu que ela se sentia só e que ninguém a ajudava a ultrapassar esta solidão.<br />A Bé, mãe de Joana, e o Jorge, irmão de Joana, queriam esquecer a morte de Joana e escondiam os seus verdadeiros sentimentos. Ao contrário da Bé e do Jorge, o pai de Joana estava arrependido de não lhe dar atenção no passado, sendo por isso a minha personagem preferida.<br /><br /><br /><div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff9966;">Carla Sofia Mesquita</span> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-49118200993075318632007-12-10T01:21:00.000-08:002008-04-21T01:33:38.367-07:00O meu pé de laranja lima<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlrUcy2uDv9QejHuhk1UiBWVW3vNX2MmNOBFcUV3KZFpfkfX2kTSjWq4PNp-_UzXt4q0rLxnGqdc_T-Tz5IeQ3kTEvOlXqy-fpcUdbLaLlb1MbWpjXsVlOSOVSywCccUmL6p0d-1mJuA-/s1600-h/1754874.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191613583125140226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="184" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlrUcy2uDv9QejHuhk1UiBWVW3vNX2MmNOBFcUV3KZFpfkfX2kTSjWq4PNp-_UzXt4q0rLxnGqdc_T-Tz5IeQ3kTEvOlXqy-fpcUdbLaLlb1MbWpjXsVlOSOVSywCccUmL6p0d-1mJuA-/s320/1754874.jpg" width="125" border="0" /></a> Penso que é um livro espectacular, muito emocionante, uma vez que fala de uma amizade muito forte que surgiu inesperadamente. Aconselho vivamente a lerem este livro, pois, apesar de ter uma história comovente, é muito bonita.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ff6600;">NOIALA ARAUJO</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-42477751499362546082007-12-10T00:58:00.000-08:002008-04-21T01:45:22.531-07:00Recados da Mãe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc_q4wEY7TXVtcuIaNZA28d_LnGRNoryUi6CcMUU_EJknsNDwP9qmm3x1SB9CSXFMnTeWP1ykux4bVz4XM_vyG6piRUBwn5dI9u6NoDzcCxOKqXEJ_YGQIAORKUgoovfY1uT7LlT8jHu6/s1600-h/re.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191616576717345634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc_q4wEY7TXVtcuIaNZA28d_LnGRNoryUi6CcMUU_EJknsNDwP9qmm3x1SB9CSXFMnTeWP1ykux4bVz4XM_vyG6piRUBwn5dI9u6NoDzcCxOKqXEJ_YGQIAORKUgoovfY1uT7LlT8jHu6/s320/re.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;">É um livro fascinante que nos faz reflectir sobre ao apoio que damos à nossa família e aos nossos amigos. Uma história maravilhosa, que nos comove pela união fraterna de duas irmãs orfãs de mãe.<br />Recomendo este livro a todas as pessoas, desde jovens até adultos. Deixo aqui a minha opinião e o meu testemunho da leitura de um belo livro para valorizarmos o apoio daqueles que nos são mais queridos e que nos adoram pelas nossas qualidades e não nos discriminam pelos nossos defeitos ou erros.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">A frase mais emocionante foi:</span></strong> "Sei que do céu, a Mãe está a ver-nos, admirada e feliz, por afinal, cada uma de nós à sua maneira, aprendeu a ser mãe"<br /><br />Carla Sofia Mesquita </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-45164929044886371892007-12-03T01:04:00.000-08:002008-04-21T01:42:27.230-07:00Para quem gosta de corvos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9Nx4eLGRy3qbtnKuD8n2eVXqE_0E-96fRaYo7ACWtVs_JnhSPz69H6_TEo_8WEzRsasS0ucEQ6ETW9ETicYK0GnBM8bSGgDxtk9ts9ZHJLl65I1Aj-sYHdhWQ9WfpCK4cFulb6xRcXks/s1600-h/imagem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191615752083624786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="145" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9Nx4eLGRy3qbtnKuD8n2eVXqE_0E-96fRaYo7ACWtVs_JnhSPz69H6_TEo_8WEzRsasS0ucEQ6ETW9ETicYK0GnBM8bSGgDxtk9ts9ZHJLl65I1Aj-sYHdhWQ9WfpCK4cFulb6xRcXks/s320/imagem.jpg" width="115" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Pelo o título nao parece muito interessante,mas as aparências iludem. </div><div><br /></div><div>Acho que o livro fala bem de como uma sociedade trabalha em conjunto. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1nidSrxMsNhFsEE2ipw-0RgQ71vVf_jQqgAnSHlrN7StDxnGkelzcVFV0Zpd4OG5QRa-M75McsYNfreOMKj8bVGeS38l3y_zwWr_p1Gn0Pkg2OwOaTJlSdEBADyrkQgeGA_UBv47L5-Ri/s1600-r/imagem.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div>A minha personagem preferida foi o kyp, porque soube-se desembaraçar sem a ajuda dos seus companheiros.</div><div></div><div>Se querem saber mais promenores, leiam este livro.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div align="right">João Ferraz, Álvaro e Gonçalo:)</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135262588823340639.post-81969984500725747692007-12-03T00:54:00.000-08:002008-04-21T01:23:11.146-07:00Voa Comigo!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQZkL2VgeZpdWrx-sPza2B816EC_plNUD5TXFZ_H9vCm14qOXlyIy7rzf2vO9jlcQd7FvQ0F2HXLBUD2GdMvfXOzYzZx_X2MSx-72JHYw6YIWPEV_2Erlvrv96Luk5RMOA2hBibqLjPeee/s1600-r/Voa+Comigo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139667456901997314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEf6SigxicOh-bc7Mt21HRbkju6Yva3W3dme8T5L6-aPVCiGZcjrOGFRFBoydqlqTiuhCS6kL04U400HoM69gEpQNTcxsxSzsGuqkWZBQNa_GPyo4kN657YxMmqhQFfuP71pY7m-tWUor/s320/Voa+Comigo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Este livro é muito interessante pois achei a história muito bem concebida. A minha personagem preferida foi Ícaro ,que, apesar de responsável e sério, também era amigo e divertido. O único ponto fraco do livro é o final: -"Queres que eu te dê graxa a esta hora Edu?...<br />-Foi a vez de ìcaro brincar<br />-Não, palerma. Não vês que 'tou sem sapatos, como tu?...<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Jorge Leite 8º4</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3