With Love from Hachette Book Group Giveaway
Valentine's Day is fastly approaching. You might still be wondering what to get your loved one. Well courtesy of Hachette your problem is solved.
Five lucky winners will receive a book package filled with the following books. Yes, you heard me right...You will receive one copy of each book!
1. Love in 90 Days By Diana Kirschner ISBN: 1599951223
2. Sundays at Tiffany's By James Patterson , Gabrielle Charbonnet ISBN: 0446199443
3. Free Yourself to Love By Jackie Kendall ISBN: 0446580899
4. The Italian Lover By Robert Hellenga ISBN: 031611765X
5. Looking for Mrs. Friedman and Other Really Bad Ideas Steve Friedman ISBN: 1559708883
6. Getting Naked Again By Judith Sills ISBN: 0446582492
7. We Take This Man By Candice Dow , Daaimah Poole ISBN: 0446501832
8. Things I've Learned From Women Who've Dumped Me By Ben Karlin ISBN: 0446699462
9. Sexcapades By HoneyB ISBN: 0446582298
10. Love and Other Natural Disasters By Holly Shumas ISBN: 0446504777
11. Send Yourself Roses By Kathleen Turner ISBN: 0446699950
Open to US and Canada only. No PO Boxes.
Leave a comment with your email address (1 entry)
Share your best memory of a special Valentine's Day gift you received (2 entries)
Share a poem (does not have to be one you wrote) (3 entries)
Blog about this contest (4 entries)
Become a follower of my blog (5 entries) If you are already a follower just leave me a comment saying so
Add my blog to your blogroll (6 entries) Same applies if you already have my blog added
Contest will end March 13th
Five lucky winners will receive a book package filled with the following books. Yes, you heard me right...You will receive one copy of each book!
1. Love in 90 Days By Diana Kirschner ISBN: 1599951223
2. Sundays at Tiffany's By James Patterson , Gabrielle Charbonnet ISBN: 0446199443
3. Free Yourself to Love By Jackie Kendall ISBN: 0446580899
4. The Italian Lover By Robert Hellenga ISBN: 031611765X
5. Looking for Mrs. Friedman and Other Really Bad Ideas Steve Friedman ISBN: 1559708883
6. Getting Naked Again By Judith Sills ISBN: 0446582492
7. We Take This Man By Candice Dow , Daaimah Poole ISBN: 0446501832
8. Things I've Learned From Women Who've Dumped Me By Ben Karlin ISBN: 0446699462
9. Sexcapades By HoneyB ISBN: 0446582298
10. Love and Other Natural Disasters By Holly Shumas ISBN: 0446504777
11. Send Yourself Roses By Kathleen Turner ISBN: 0446699950
Open to US and Canada only. No PO Boxes.
Leave a comment with your email address (1 entry)
Share your best memory of a special Valentine's Day gift you received (2 entries)
Share a poem (does not have to be one you wrote) (3 entries)
Blog about this contest (4 entries)
Become a follower of my blog (5 entries) If you are already a follower just leave me a comment saying so
Add my blog to your blogroll (6 entries) Same applies if you already have my blog added
Contest will end March 13th
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Thank you!!!
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Thanks,
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-Lauren
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-Lauren
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It's from the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. that is one of my favorite books and the poem is great, though I don't know who actuallyyyy wrote it. I think it's from somewhere else.
-Lauren
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Darby
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Darby
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Darby
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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Wait, that's more of a question.
Uh - I was chagrined to see the phrase "MFEO" which I love from Sleepless in Seattle used in a Barbie movie.
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In 5th grade, Eli Karplus left a box of chocolate covered marshmallow hearts in my VERY messy desk, with a handwritten Valentine on a yellow sticky note. It was the first and last time a boy bought me candy for that holiday until I was teaching and one of my 6th grade students gave me a box.
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
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I follow your blog via Blogger's follow function.
Thanks.
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I've added your blog to my follow list, as well as my blogroll.
My favorite Valentine's Day gift is flowers. I've received many a bouquets over the years!
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"Accept Me" by Larry Chengges
I am I... Do not change me, condemn me, nor put me down.
Accept me for what I am. No... you need not agree with me, But accept me.
For I am total in being, I have my faults, I have my guilts, But that is who I am. Perfect I will never be.
Allow me to be uninhibited. Do not pressure me into feeling what I do not feel.
Accept me when I am flying high. As I have accepted you when you were flying high.
Do not put me down... nor make me feel unhappy about me.
I am I... and I like being what I am... Me!
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Valorie
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Valorie
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Salutation
O generation of the thoroughly smug
and thoroughly uncomfortable,
I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
I have seen them with untidy families,
I have seen their smiles full of teeth
and heard ungainly laughter.
And I am happier than you are,
And they were happier than I am;
And the fish swim in the lake
and do not even own clothing.
– Ezra Pound
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While we were out for the big day, he had a Polaroid camera -- and he kept taking photos of crazy things we were doing! Most of the pictures were totally random, but I humored him. I kept telling him I wanted to scan them all when we got home so I would have copies, too, and he told me not to worry about it. In the end, the pictures were all for me -- for a scrapbook that he had completed himself! It had sayings, notes, all sorts of things. And even though we're not together anymore, I still remember that day -- and that gift! -- fondly!
And here's my favorite poem ever, which is sort of romantic and bittersweet and just great:
First Poem for You
By Kim Addonizio
I like to touch your tattoos in complete darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of where they are, know by heart the neat lines of lightning pulsing just above
your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue swirls of water on your shoulder where a serpent
twists, facing a dragon. When I pull you
to me, taking you until we’re spent and quiet on the sheets, I love to kiss the pictures in your skin. They’ll last until you’re seared to ashes; whatever persists
or turns to pain between us, they will still be there. Such permanence is terrifying. So I touch them in the dark; but touch them, trying.
--
Thanks for the chance!
Megan
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Wonderful Giveaway, thank you for hosting it Cheryl. :-)
I would love to be entered, thanks so much.
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-Bobbie
The best memory I have for a special Valentine's Day gift I received is: a dozen long-stemmed yellow roses (I don't care for red roses) a white teddy bear and a sweet & sappy card to go with it! :-) *sighs*
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-Bobbie
Sorry that this is so long, but I really think its creative and fun.
:-)
Here is a Valentine's Day Poem...I didn't write it though:
War O' Valentines Day
A swirl of Red and White
A day of purity and heart
A swirl of X's and O's
A new day for goodbyes and hellos
Enjoy that hearts golden arch
While you still have time
A month away from the marchers of March
Those pesky criminals of crime
A swirl of Roses and chocolates
A day of love and hate
A swirl of smiles and frowns
A new day for falling in and falling down
Hands grasping, Hearts breaking
Sacrifice in crowded halls, rose petaled floors
A lesson of giving and taking
This riot of redemption and remorse
A swirl of gifts of all sizes
A day of heart felt suprises
A swirl of sweat, blood, and tears
A new day comes and goes all of these years
The wounded lay face down hollow
Stabbed by a stinging single word
All they wanted was a yes, Broken with a NO!
Echoes chanting War O' Valentines Day, all thats heard
By: Captain Hook
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-Bobbie
I've added you to my blog roll, though I have a specific Book Blogs, blog roll, which is where I've added your link.
I like to make it easier for people to find book bloggers quickly, from my own book blog!
Thanks again for hosting this wonderful Giveaway, Cheryl!
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-Bobbie
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-Lauren
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Sara
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Sara
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As we look in our hearts to find the one thing we want most
We never truly find it.
We know that we are going to experience it,
well, hopefully we will one day.
But as love interrupts our mind
and shows what lust is in our hearts
The image comes to mind.
Of what love should be.
Between two people,
Sacred love, between the hearts
Of two young innocent people
And that love should last,
But it never does.
It fades…………
Just like the memory of the first time
We were in love.
We always tend not to forget, but we do.
Well, most of us do.
Some of us stay in love or at least remember it.
We never want the old flame to die, but eventually,
It has to. In order to move on.
by me! Sorry, it's kinda sad, but it is about it is a poem...
Sara
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Sara
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I follow too!
Also, you are on my blogroll at http://unmainstreammomreads.blogspot.com
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The best valentine's day present was just a day spent with my special someone :)
and I'm a follower! And here's a love poem, not written by me.
"Listen to your heart. Even though it's on the left side, it's always right."
michelle.kuool@yahoo.com
A lockdown of love.
Your firm grasp on everything you touch
Is inescapable.
With just one stare, none can move.
Your power
Causes blindness of the eyes
But opens the hearts and minds
Of the wise, poor, affluent, and naive.
Just how do you work like magic?
You have the ability to make unbreakable bonds
With the strength of steel handcuffs,
Knots that are the hardest to untie,
The silky, indestructible strings of a spider's web.
The course to find you "never did run smooth,"
But the reward is great--
Genuine pleasure and happiness.
I also put your contest in a blog :)
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You're on my blogroll smbooks.blogspot.com & I follow. Here's my love poem:
somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
e.e.cummings
Here's a Valentine Haiku: *smile*
Give those books to me
Will you be my Valentine
Chocolate comes later
Mel K.
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I follow your blog via google reader.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
My flower garden must be color blind,
and my poem stinks too!
I've just recently entered into the world of being on the receiving end of Valentine's Days, so my favorite and most memorable gift so far was a stuffed animal duck that I still sleep with. It sheds yellow like crazy but is as soft as any pillow.
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And I have never gotten any Valentine's presents from anyone save my parents who always buy me beautiful flowers every year :) The one boyfriend I have ever had got grounded on Valentine's Day last year so I don''t count the ring I got. Oh how I hate this holiday
Poem:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
- William Shakespeare
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Sue
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Sue
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TAKE, O take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Bring again—
Seals of love, but seal’d in vain,
Seal’d in vain!
-I love this poem since high school.
Sue
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Sue
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And I think (?) I did them all?
That the small rain down may rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
and I in my bed again!
I LOVE Kathleen Turner! Would love to have these books.
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Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
My most special Valentine's gift was the first Valentine my current boyfriend and I spent. We met about 3 weeks earlier and he had to work but before he went home he stopped by the house with 1 red rose from his one heart. It may sound cheap but it was really very touching.
I also signed up to follow your blog.
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I enjoy all of the poetry by Pablo Neruda.
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Thanks so much
Darby
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If I win this contest, I'll share some of it with YOU!
Thanks so much
Darby
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You’re the joy in my heart,
The sparkle in my eye,
The light in my life.
I love you.
You’re the wind to my wings,
The steps to my dances,
The voice to my songs.
I love you.
You’re the reason for breathing,
The purpose for thriving,
The cause for living.
I love you.
You’re the most caring human being,
The very generous and gentle,
The loveliest of them all.
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When You Are Old
By W. B. Yeats
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And his face amid a crowd of stars.
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Debbie
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In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
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by Lord Tennyson
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
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Thanks
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Joy
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Marie is checking for entry #1
email me at marieburton2004 at Yahoo dot com
Marie's Entry #2
I got an iPhone for Valentine's DAy.. WOOHOO .. now I can do all sorts of stuff while driving... (uh-oh)marieburton2004 at yahoo
Well how about part of one?
One my father and I shared a liking for while he was still on this earth:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
By Dylan Thomas
Marie marieburton2004 at yahoo
Your contest has been blogged about on my blog at
http://burtonreview.blogspot.com
MARIE ;)
Marie's 5th entry, I just Followed you ;)
Marie's 6th entry :)
Added you to my Blog List in my Blog
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Carlene
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K
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Most memorable would be my first Vday with my current boyfriend (4 years ago) when he got me a bracelet from Tiffanys Gilmore Girls box sets, and cooked me dinner, very sweet.
I'm also a follower :)
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Last year for Valentine's Day, my friend wrote me a card and it was very touching. He wrote very nice things about me, and I treasure it since I love to get cards and I don't often get them from my friends.
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I would love to be entered, my e-mail is tina238567@yahooDOTcom
Here is a Poem by E.E.Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
And I am Now a Follower, and I will post this contest on my Sidebar :]
Thanks!
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616)
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by Sylvia
Cards,
Roses, chocolates.
Romantic candlelit dinner.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Hugs and kisses.
Love.
My fondest memory of a valentines gift was 14 years ago when I first met my fiance. We had met eachother at a dinner that some of our friends were having and he was nice enough to take me home, when he stopped at about 3 different 7-11's and finally came out with a single rose for me. That's when I fell in love.
Thanks for the entries and happy reading!
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My Email is Jennmarie68@gmail.com
I have already added your blog to blogs that I follow.
Thanks,
Jennifer D.
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Stacy B.
stacyb02@yahoo.com or stacyb02@gmail.com
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What do I love about chocolate?
What is it that makes it so cool?
It can be light or dark
Or so rich it makes me drool.
It can be full of nuts
Or have a center that tastes like wine.
It doesn't matter the flavor
As long as it is mine.
But I know my hubby likes it
And since I really care,
With Valentine's Day coming
I'll do my best to share.
©Kat Bryan 2009