<?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-5736262754426379523</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:37:18.938-08:00</updated><category term='rebirth'/><title type='text'>Redsweater</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736262754426379523.post-4229346216140703344</id><published>2010-06-06T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:19:12.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WKa9w-WR0U/TAxIwwD7ObI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-2vyXUfR48g/s1600/jjj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479834848975337906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WKa9w-WR0U/TAxIwwD7ObI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-2vyXUfR48g/s320/jjj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i found a box of my grandfathers watercolours and some fairly expensive brushes. while the thought of taking the brushes for a spin excited me, i couldnt help but think that my grandfather has not been around to see the young artist ive grown in to. my grandfather was a great man, and he loved the odd combination of art and science just as i do. he died when i was around 7 or 8. i miss him; i remember we used to connect well, and i cant help but wonder what our relationship would be like had he lived longer. maybe he would have been the only one in my family to actually get where i come from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-4229346216140703344?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/4229346216140703344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/4229346216140703344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/4229346216140703344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-box.html' title='that box'/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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/_9WKa9w-WR0U/TAxIwwD7ObI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-2vyXUfR48g/s72-c/jjj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736262754426379523.post-7891707062259949047</id><published>2010-03-04T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:53:11.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“This revolting tragedy is what  we call modern art.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jzgqwUUQWU/S5CaZIBWv1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tR_9zitc9n8/s1600-h/LYZINE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jzgqwUUQWU/S5CaZIBWv1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tR_9zitc9n8/s320/LYZINE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445021705931505490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months pass really quickly. One second  you're sitting and examining a lifeless orange leaf between you're index finger and your thumb, and then the next,  three months later, you're standing in the same place. no different from before. but the world has seemed to evolve, advance, age, alter...leaving you behind with just a snowflake  (...and then eventually, a mound of snow that you personally have to shovel off your driveway..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three sentences I have pretty much summed up November, December, January, February... Yes, aren't I great with words?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jzgqwUUQWU/S5Ca8pG2prI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Tv019yZ2r-c/s1600-h/Lyzane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jzgqwUUQWU/S5Ca8pG2prI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Tv019yZ2r-c/s320/Lyzane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445022316108359346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to date: Last night I just finalized the small details of my spring break destination. And to say I was excited was an understatement... I spent the rest of the evening with a fluffy pillow, a glass of water, and a timer.. yes, yes, that's right, I had the hiccups. I got them after forty five minutes of laughing and squealing with joy... when did they go away? Five hours later. But anyways, that's not the point. Where am I going? I will give you a hint [or two].. 1)  La tour eiffel , 2) le louvre or 3) Les croissants au chocolait. Hmm, could it be?!?!Yes, yes, it could! Paris!!&lt;br /&gt;Between Regan [New York] and me [Paris] we will have artistic posts to last for a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I discovered a Canadian-French artist that really touched me. Lyzane Potvin, s'il vouz plait, take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion: Some of Lyzane's paintings are the perfect symphony  of grief, pain, and genius. Her  work provokes and posses the viewer, forcing them to experience the disturbing side of depression,  revolting human relationships, and woman's sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Her work is not for all**&lt;br /&gt;Some of her pieces are not for the concervative viewer as they feature or revovle around messages or topics that are  foriegn to classical art. So be aware classical art patrons!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-7891707062259949047?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/7891707062259949047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-revolting-tragedy-is-what-we-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/7891707062259949047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/7891707062259949047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-revolting-tragedy-is-what-we-call.html' title='“This revolting tragedy is what  we call modern art.”'/><author><name>Rue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08776726639549321972</uri><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/_4jzgqwUUQWU/S5CaZIBWv1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tR_9zitc9n8/s72-c/LYZINE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736262754426379523.post-4585350965059714673</id><published>2010-01-10T15:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:37:29.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Missing: Raegan's blogging partner Rue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If found, please direct to redsweater blog site and force to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Much Thanks, Raegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-4585350965059714673?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/4585350965059714673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/4585350965059714673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/4585350965059714673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing.html' title='MISSING'/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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-5736262754426379523.post-2619534958824178798</id><published>2010-01-02T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:33:17.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Like Vampires (Look it up!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2010! I can't believe it. A new decade, and doesn't saying '2010' just roll off your tongue like a marble off an uneven table? Fabulous! So now's the time when my friends come to me and ask me what New Year's Resolutions I've made. But I must say, I haven't. I've never been one for making promises to myself that I know I'm not going to keep. No offense to people who use the new year as a reason to change themselves, but I'm perfectly happy the way I live now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just because I don't make resolutions doesn't mean I don't have any ambitions for this year. I have many, but just the obvious ones, and I don't really think that I have to change anything to reach them, it's just part of being me. I AM, however, looking forward to some fabulous events! This spring break I've been graced with the chance to go to New York with my art class. There'll be many galleries and shows to be seen, and frankly, I can't wait (the travel company we're using even has a countdown on our online itenerary!). Aside that, there will be much to come I'm sure :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In any case, I just wanted to post a little note explaining how exciting 2010 is going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-2619534958824178798?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/2619534958824178798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-love-like-vampires-look-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/2619534958824178798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/2619534958824178798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-love-like-vampires-look-it-up.html' title='We Love Like Vampires (Look it up!)'/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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-5736262754426379523.post-6942796706668599910</id><published>2009-12-11T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:26:26.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebirth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WOW! Been a long time, eh ? Well, lets see. My life has been tossed in to organized chaos. Its insane. Winter break is approaching, and just frankley, it couldnt be coming at a better time. These last few weeks have been hard, and the freaky thing is I cant really figure out why. I mean, Ive been really down and whatnot, and it took an epic girls night and a bake-off to break my funk. Its great to be back though (Im actually on a sugar high right now. hehee). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In any case, BOOKS! MUSIC! So many exciting new things. Im not going to be specific or anything, just heres a list of stuff you people (if there is anyone who cares), should check out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOOKS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Maze Runner,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;James Dashner&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hunger Games,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Michael Grant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Looking Glass Wars,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Frank Beddor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bands: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I See Stars&lt;/strong&gt; (Listen to: &lt;em&gt;Where The Sidewalk Ends&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; 3D, Sing This!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaimes Elsewhere&lt;/strong&gt; (Listen to: &lt;em&gt;Life Ain't Easy When You're Mythical Creature, The Saint, The Sword And The Savior&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bird A Sparrow&lt;/strong&gt; (Listen to: &lt;em&gt;We Own The Night, An Attempt To Say&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Band Links:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/abirdasparrow"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/abirdasparrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jamieselsewhere"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jamieselsewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/iseestars"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/iseestars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-6942796706668599910?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/6942796706668599910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-been-long-time-eh-well-lets-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/6942796706668599910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/6942796706668599910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-been-long-time-eh-well-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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-5736262754426379523.post-7413836852118816720</id><published>2009-10-06T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:52:10.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so they pass on</title><content type='html'>the death of a family member. its always painful when all you want to do is curl up in a ball and cry yourself dry, but you still have to put your best face forward and hide away that vulnerable hurt being who cant stand on their own.&lt;br /&gt;its an awful feeling, but sadly, everyone experiences it. all you can really do is remember the most perfect and delicate times, and lock the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; away in your mind to cheer you up at the funeral. but the irony is that as soon as you think about your loved one, let your mind dwindle to these precious moments, you cant breathe again, and you break down.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i find music helpful. not the happy stuff, not the screaming, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incomprehensible&lt;/span&gt; selections, but rather the raw, beautiful ballads that remind you that others are and have felt the same way that you do now. its a magical thing, music. it will suit your every mood, and find a way to comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;so if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; feeling the same way, check out a few of these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;remembering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;, all time low&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;angels on the moon, thriving ivory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your guardian angel, red jumpsuit apparatus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-7413836852118816720?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/7413836852118816720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-they-pass-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/7413836852118816720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/7413836852118816720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-they-pass-on.html' title='and so they pass on'/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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-5736262754426379523.post-9093970482032480122</id><published>2009-10-05T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:56:17.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiver, By: Maggie Stiefvater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jzgqwUUQWU/SsqvfomZrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SMxHQRYF0Vw/s1600-h/SHIVER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389312862111509762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jzgqwUUQWU/SsqvfomZrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SMxHQRYF0Vw/s320/SHIVER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;the cold.&lt;br /&gt;Grace has spent years watching the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf watches back. He feels deeply familiar to her, but she doesn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Sam lives two lives. As a wolf, he keeps the silent company of the girl he loves. And then, for a short time each year, he is human, never daring to talk to Grace...until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shiver.&lt;br /&gt;For Grace and Sam, love has always been kept at a distance. But once it's spoken, it cannot be denied. Sam must fight to stay human--and Grace must fight to keep him--even if it means taking on the scars of the past, the fragility of the present, and the impossibility of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From the cover slip]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting four long and intensely boring weeks for this 390 page book too come out, I finally read it!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I thought: Stiefvater's descriptors are poetically captivating and beautifully depictive. The characters are believable and enchanting, each indivdually different, yet all together cohesive. The story moves at a steady pase, the characters becoming more transparent as the novel draws to an end. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Shiver&lt;/span&gt; is a sweet and endearing YA romance novel, ensnaring the reader from the first page.&lt;br /&gt;Recomended for lovers of : Twilight, Blood and Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="the_content" cellspacing="5"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5736262754426379523-9093970482032480122?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/9093970482032480122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/shiver-by-maggive-stiefvater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/9093970482032480122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/9093970482032480122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/shiver-by-maggive-stiefvater.html' title='Shiver, By: Maggie Stiefvater'/><author><name>Rue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08776726639549321972</uri><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/_4jzgqwUUQWU/SsqvfomZrQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SMxHQRYF0Vw/s72-c/SHIVER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736262754426379523.post-7843024013288722970</id><published>2009-10-04T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:02:47.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for all you music addicts</title><content type='html'>i really hate having music block [music block = inability to find decent music] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; permanently glued to my ears, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; always looking for new artists. i generally go through phases of music; one month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itll&lt;/span&gt; be all about hardcore, the next about power pop, and on and on. this month is all about the awesome indie/pop dance music.&lt;br /&gt;now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; scoured the thousands of lists i normally have set aside for the occasions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in which&lt;/span&gt; i go seeking some new stuff, and i cant find anything that stands out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; found some stuff that sounds decent, but really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing that says "GET ME!" in my lists. and so the hunt continues, hopefully tomorrow will bring more luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ARE looking for some great stuff though. my most recent discoveries include artists like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dangerous Summer [listen to: The Permanent Rain]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Automatic Loveletter [listen to: Changing Skies]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Toxic Airborne Event [listen to: Sometime Around Midnight]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Raegan. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-7843024013288722970?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/7843024013288722970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-all-you-music-addicts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/7843024013288722970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/7843024013288722970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-all-you-music-addicts.html' title='for all you music addicts'/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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-5736262754426379523.post-1669936689411953053</id><published>2009-10-01T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:09:35.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First is the worst,,Second is the best,, Third is the one...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that how it goes?..I'm split between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wedding dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;polka dot dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, whoever came up with that genius chant was pretty smart.. first is always the worst... when blogging, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Rue. I'm a self-professed music addict, who buys more books than she can ever possibly read, and invents words.  I love bad weather, the color grey (technically not a color...), and straws that bend. My favorite books are Speak, Wuthering Heights, and the Harry Potter Series. I don't have a favorite writer... it changes every hour or so..right now it's Maggie Stiefvater. I follow House like a religion, and Arrested Development like a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;My co-blogger Raegan is my musical soul mate... or was,,..she started listening to some wierd stuff this summer..But still, she remains to be the most musically literate person I know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you have a heart for books, music, art, and inexperienced teenage bloggers...welcome..and if not..well..er,.. find another blogger(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep living life right,&lt;br /&gt;rue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5736262754426379523-1669936689411953053?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/1669936689411953053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-is-worstsecond-is-best-third-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/1669936689411953053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/1669936689411953053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-is-worstsecond-is-best-third-is.html' title='First is the worst,,Second is the best,, Third is the one...??'/><author><name>Rue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08776726639549321972</uri><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-5736262754426379523.post-839948270869685256</id><published>2009-09-30T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:04:02.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come one, come all</title><content type='html'>i believe the first post is always the hardest. you know, the whole "what should i write?!" frenzy. im raegan by the way. im just one half of *ahem* a fantastic new blog entitled Redsweater! all introductions aside, this brand new blog will feature me, &amp;amp;&amp;amp;my other half, a brilliant writer by the name of rue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this being our very first post (yes i got the honors), i believe i should just you know, explain a little about whats going to be going on around here. basically, rue &amp;amp;&amp;amp;i are going to be using this blog to tell the world about our experiences, hard times, great times, etc. you should also expect what one might call a review or rather, a passing note of great books and music! how awesome is that? if you think so, theres plenty more to come! soo stick around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5736262754426379523-839948270869685256?l=redsweaterred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/feeds/839948270869685256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-one-come-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/839948270869685256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5736262754426379523/posts/default/839948270869685256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redsweaterred.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-one-come-all.html' title='come one, come all'/><author><name>Raegan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07903637074117125230</uri><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></feed>
