<?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-9599851</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:45:21.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittany's Reading Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599851.post-111417278302248162</id><published>2005-04-11T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T05:26:23.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those summer girls i never met 2</title><content type='html'>This book was ok not the best i have read, but ok.  IT was a about a boy that did not want to spend his summer with his grandma, but his mother made him. He wanted to stay home with his freinds and meet girls.  His sister went with them and she didn't want to go either. They both ended up liking it and they meet a lot of new people and grew closer to their grandma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-111417278302248162?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/111417278302248162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=111417278302248162' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/111417278302248162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/111417278302248162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/2005/04/those-summer-girls-i-never-met-2.html' title='Those summer girls i never met 2'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599851.post-111236834811894104</id><published>2005-03-20T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T07:12:28.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those summer girls I never met</title><content type='html'>I haven't read to much of this book, but what I have read so far is ok.  This kid named Drew just got out of school for the summer.  He is excited for the summer because he is going to get his drivers licenses and that will in able him to meet girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-111236834811894104?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/111236834811894104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=111236834811894104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/111236834811894104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/111236834811894104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/2005/03/those-summer-girls-i-never-met.html' title='Those summer girls I never met'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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-9599851.post-111081300553513043</id><published>2005-03-09T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T07:10:05.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romona and her Father</title><content type='html'>This was a very dumb book. It was a fast read and thats why i read it.  It was about Romona's father and how he lost his job and was mad all the time and Romona thought he didn't love her anymore.  Then at the end the dad gets a new job and says that he does in fact love Romona.  Then every thing goes back to normal and every one is happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-111081300553513043?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/111081300553513043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=111081300553513043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/111081300553513043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/111081300553513043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/2005/03/romona-and-her-father.html' title='Romona and her Father'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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-9599851.post-110960317051247167</id><published>2005-02-25T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T07:06:10.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guardian #2</title><content type='html'>Julie broke it off with Richard and he was really upset and now he is trying to make up excuses to see her and Julie even saw him watching her with binoculars.  Mike and Richard got into a fight at the local bar and it made Mike look bad and he got in trouble with the law.  The last thing that I read was Richard was tring to buy a house right by Julie.   Oh yeah and the reason he is so obsessed with Julie is because she looks like his ex-wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-110960317051247167?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/110960317051247167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=110960317051247167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110960317051247167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110960317051247167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/2005/02/guardian-2.html' title='The Guardian #2'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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-9599851.post-110960277500962234</id><published>2005-02-18T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T06:59:35.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guardian #1</title><content type='html'>I just stared this book and so far its pretty good.  I haven't gotten that far into it, but i like it so far.  All that has happened was that julies husband died and gave her a dog.  She meet a guy named Richard, but she wasn't that into him, so she started going out with Mike who was her husbands best friends.  I think that Richard is going to become a stalker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-110960277500962234?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/110960277500962234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=110960277500962234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110960277500962234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110960277500962234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/2005/02/guardian-1.html' title='The Guardian #1'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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-9599851.post-110839363988604978</id><published>2005-02-14T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T07:07:19.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramona the Brave</title><content type='html'>I just got done reading Romona the Brave.  It wasn't a very good book, but it as a fast reader.  Its about a girl that is in first grade and fights with her sister all the time and thinks that no one likes her.  She is just a typical first grader tring to grow up.  I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone, but for quick points its ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-110839363988604978?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/110839363988604978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=110839363988604978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110839363988604978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110839363988604978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/2005/02/ramona-brave.html' title='Ramona the Brave'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9599851.post-110787589252548773</id><published>2005-02-08T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:18:12.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Representing Super Doll</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading a book intitled representing super doll.  It is a book about five friends and one of the lives in the country and never talked much to city folks.  When she went to school all the kids made fun of her then she became friends with a group of four girls.  They were all different ,but Darlene was the most different.  She was also the pretties, but as dumb as a box of rocks.  She won a lot of beauty contest and then she quit because her mom was putting to much pressure on her.  This book is mainly about coming into your own and being true to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-110787589252548773?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/110787589252548773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=110787589252548773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110787589252548773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110787589252548773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/2005/02/representing-super-doll.html' title='Representing Super Doll'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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-9599851.post-110298275943950360</id><published>1999-01-26T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T06:08:59.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rembering the Good Times</title><content type='html'>I just got done with a totally awsome book intitled Rembering the Good Times.  It was about A group of three kids that were best friends and different in many ways.  Buck lived with father in trailer, Kate lived with her mom and her mom was extremly different, and Trav lived with his mother and father and they expected a lot out of him.  Trav got good grades and was involed in alot of after school actives.  Then it began to be to much for him and he snapped.  He ended up hanging himself in the orchard were they play when they were younger.  I thought this was a really good book.  It was one of the better books I have read this year.  I would give it 9.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9599851-110298275943950360?l=r4ebh7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/feeds/110298275943950360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9599851&amp;postID=110298275943950360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110298275943950360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9599851/posts/default/110298275943950360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://r4ebh7.blogspot.com/1999/01/rembering-good-times.html' title='Rembering the Good Times'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07700586114921351046</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>
