Алисън Ноел / Alyson Noel

by **Darkness92** Вто Май 11, 2010 3:35 am

Добре дошли в Тук и Сега

Райли Блуум остави сестра си, Евър, в света на живите и премина моста, който води към отвъдното - място, наречено Тук, където времето е винаги Сега. Райли и кучето й са се срещнали с родителите й и си прекарват добре в отвъдния живот, когато е призована да се яви пред Съвета. Те и споделиха тайна - отвъдният живот не е просто вечност и свободно време; Райли трябва да работи. Тя е определена за работата - Ловец на души - и учител на Боуди, странно момче, което тя не може да разбере.

Райли, Боуди и кучето й се връщат на земята за първата й задача - лъчезарно момче, което е обитавало замък в Англия от векове. Много Ловци на души са се опитвали да го накарат да премине моста, но без успех. Но той никога не е срещал Райли...
взето от: "Безсмъртните"

Това е продължение на "Безсмъртните", но за Райли - сестричката на Евър. Първата книга "Radiance" ("Сияние", "Блясък", "Лъчезарност") излиза на 31 август в САЩ.

by **Darkness92** Съб Май 22, 2010 1:00 am

Резюмета на книги от Алисън Ноел:

Алисън Ноел / Alyson Noel 9780312336332

Faking 19
Alyson Noël
На повърхността, 17 годишната Алекс бе успяла; тя е красива и умна. Плюс това, тя е най-добър приятел с М., абсолютно най-популярното момиче в училище. Чувствайки се досучали в капризното предградие на Ориндж Каунти, Алекс и М. Решават да проверят блестящия нощен животна Ел Ей.
Преструвайки се на 19 годишна, Алекс и М. Срещат Тревър и КОнър, две богати по-големи момчета. Отначало, Алекс не може да повярва на късмета си – започва да се размотава по Холивудските домашни партита и клубовете в долната част на Ел Ей. Тези пътувания към града стават перфектното развлечение за Алекс, която се бори тайно с западащия й успех в последната си учебна година, вечно отсъстващия си баща, и нищо не знаеща майка.
Но след първите забавни години за Алекс, тя е насилена да преоцени приятелството си с М., която крие някой тайни изпод перфектния й външен вид...

Алисън Ноел / Alyson Noel 9780312336363

Art Geeks and Prom Queens
Dorks, Dweebs, Debutantes, and Jocks—Where would you fit in?

Being the new girl is tough—just ask sixteen-year-old Rio Jones. A New York transplant, Rio has no clue how she's going to fit in at her fancy new private school in Southern California. Plus, being late, overdressed, and named after a Duran Duran song doesn't make the first day any easier for her.

Then Rio meets Kristi. Beautiful, rich, and a cheerleader, Kristi is the queen bee of Newport Beach. And Kristi isn't friends with just anyone, so Rio is thrilled when she's invited to be part of the most exclusive, popular clique. Of course, like any club, Kristi and her friends have rules: Always smile (even if you don't mean it), always dress cute (and never repeat outfits), and always flirt (but only with jocks, preps, and rich college guys).

At first Rio is having a great time, but as she becomes more immersed in this jet-set crowd, she figures out there is one last rule that her new friends forgot to mention: Don't cross Kristi . . .

by **Darkness92** Съб Май 22, 2010 1:08 am

Kiss & Blog
Алисън Ноел / Alyson Noel 9780312355098

What’s the best revenge when your best friend ditches you for the popular crowd? Alyson Noël reveals all in her hot new young adult novel.

As freshmen at Ocean High last year, Winter and her best friend Sloane thought they could ditch their nerdy past, launching from invisible to cool. But after another miserable year of standing on the sidelines they make a pact to do whatever it takes not to go unnoticed in their sophomore year, promising each other that whoever makes it into the cool group first will bring the other along.

One Sloane gets a taste of life on the A-list, she slams that door in Winter’s face. Suddenly cast out of her former best friend’s life, Winter takes revenge the modern way: by announcing all of Sloane’s dirty little secrets on an anonymous blog. Then the blog becomes more popular than she ever dreamed and Winter must decide if her retaliation is really worth the consequences—and if the price for popularity is one she’s willing to pay. Once again, Alyson Noël navigates the tricky waters of the high school social scene with the heart and humor her readers have come to love.
(ако някой се хване да преведе резюмето и частта ще е супер Smile

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Excerpt

by **Darkness92** Съб Май 22, 2010 1:12 am

Laguna Cove
Алисън Ноел / Alyson Noel 9780312348694

Moving to sunny Southern Cal feels like punishment to 17-year-old Anne. the hippie-ish school is different from her old one on the East Coast, and the social scene is all about hanging out at the beach and surfing. And then there's Ellie: beautiful, competitive queen of the social scene who takes an instant disliking to Anne. So when Chris--one of Ellie's oldest friends and, oh yeah, the most gorgeous guy in school--reaches out to Anne and offers to teach her how to surf, sparks fly...in more ways than one.

EXCERPT

by **Darkness92** Съб Май 22, 2010 1:14 am

Cruel Summer
Алисън Ноел / Alyson Noel 9780312355111

“This was supposed to be my best summer yet, the one I’ve been working toward since practically forever. Now I’m being banished from everything I know and love, and it just doesn’t make any sense.”
Having recently discarded her dorky image--and the best friend that went with it--Colby Cavendish is looking forward to a long hot season of parties, beach BBQ’s, and hopefully, more hook-ups with Levi Bonham, the hottest guy in school. But her world comes crashing down when her parents send her away to spend the summer in Greece with her crazy aunt Tally.
Stranded on a boring island with no malls, no cell phone reception, and an aunt who talks to her plants, Colby worries that her new friends have forgotten all about her. But when she meets Yannis, a cute Greek local, everything changes. She experiences something deeper and more intense than a summer fling, and it forces her to see herself, and the life she left behind, in a whole new way.

EXCERPT

by **Darkness92** Съб Май 22, 2010 1:15 am

Saving Zoe
Алисън Ноел / Alyson Noel 9780312355104

In Alyson Noël's newest teen novel, one sister's secrets save the other's life--in more ways than one.

Meet fifteen-year-old Echo, a typical teen trying to survive high school without being totally traumatized by boy trouble, friend drama, and school issues. As if she didn't have enough on her plate, Echo is also still dealing with the murder of her sister Zoë. Although it's been over a year, Echo is still reeling from tragedy that changed everything. Beautiful and full of life, Zoë was the glue that held her family together, and although the two sisters were as different as night and day, they still had a bond that Echo can't let go of. When Zoë's old boyfriend Marc shows up one day with Zoë's diary, Echo doesn't think there's anything in there she doesn't already know. But as she gives in to curiosity and starts reading, she learns that her sister led a secret life that no one could have guessed--not even Echo.

by **Darkness92** Сря Юни 23, 2010 7:35 pm

Откъс от книгата за Райли - сестричката на Евър:

1

Most people think that death is the end.

The end of life—of good times—the end of, well, pretty much everything.

But those people are wrong.

Dead wrong.

And I should know. I died almost a year ago.

2

The weirdest part about dying is that nothing really changed.

I mean, you’d expect a big change, right? Because dying—well, let’s face it, it’s pretty dramatic stuff. They write songs about it, books and screenplays too. Heck, it’s even a major theme on Saturday morning cartoons. But the thing is, it’s nothing like you see on TV.

Nothing at all.

Take me for instance. I’m living, er, make that dead proof that it really isn’t so different. Or at least not at first. And at least not in a bad way like you probably think.

Because the truth is, the moment I died I actually felt more alive than ever. I could jump higher—run faster—I could even walk through walls if I wanted. And that’s pretty much what gave it away.

The walking-through-walls part.

Since it’s not like I could do that sort of thing before, so that’s how I knew something was up.

Something serious.

But up until then, it all just seemed like a really cool side trip. Like my dad just decided to take a sudden turn none of us were expecting.

One moment he was cruising down a curving highway, while I was singing along to my iPod with my dog Buttercup resting his head on my lap, doing my best to tune out my bossy older sister Ever who practically lived to torment me. And the next thing I knew, we were somewhere else entirely.

No longer on the highway, no longer in Oregon, we’d somehow landed smack dab in the middle of this beautiful shimmering field full of pulsating trees and flowers that shivered. And when my parents went one way and my sister went another, I just stood there, head swiveling like crazy, unsure who to follow.

Part of me urging, "Cross the bridge with Mom and Dad and Buttercup—they know what’s best!"

While the other part insisted, "Don’t be such a goody-good— if Ever sees something awesome and you miss out, you’ll regret it forever!"

And by the time I finally decided to go after my sister, I’d taken so long she was already gone.

Just—disappeared.

Straight into the shimmering mist.

Right back to the earth plane.

And that’s how I ended up stuck. Stuck between worlds.

Until I found my way Here.

That’s what they call it, "Here."

And if you’re dumb enough to ask what time it is, they’ll say, "Now."

Probably because there’s no time Here, which means everything happens, well, in the moment it happens, which is always just—now.

So, I guess you could say I live in the Here & Now. Which, strangely, isn’t so different from where I lived before back in Eugene, Oregon.

Aside from there being no time. And of course, that bit about being able to walk through walls and stuff.

But other than that, and the fact that I can manifest anything I want—stuff like houses and cars and clothes, even animals and beaches, simply by imagining it—it’s all pretty much the same.

My parents are Here. My grandparents too. Even my sweet yellow Lab Buttercup made it. And even though we can live anywhere we could ever conceivably want, in any kind of house we could ever truly desire, the funny thing is that my new neighborhood is pretty much an exact replica of my old neighborhood back in Oregon.

Everything identical, all the way down to the clothes that hang in my closet, the socks that are stuffed in my drawers, and the posters that are taped to my walls. The only thing that’s different, the only thing that kind of bugs me, is all the other houses around us are empty. Mostly due to the fact that all my old neighbors and friends are alive and well and back in the earth plane (well, for now anyway!). But still, other than that, it’s exactly like I remember it.

Exactly like I wished it.

I just wish I had some friends to enjoy it with.

3

When I woke up this morning—oh, that’s another thing—you probably thought I didn’t need to sleep, right? Well, at first, that’s what I thought too. But as my parents explained it to me, we are, in a sense, more alive than ever, made up of energy in its purest form. And after a long day of creating and manifesting and, well, what ever else people choose to do Here, the energy requires a little downtime, a little shut-eye, in order to rest, recuperate, and regenerate—which, again, is no different from life on the earth plane.

So anyway, when I woke up this morning with Buttercup wagging his tail and licking my face, despite the fact that it’s a pretty nice way to wake, that didn’t stop me from pushing him away, pulling the blanket over my head, and rolling over so that my back was facing him. My eyelids squinched together as tightly as they would go, I tried to find my way back to my dream as Buttercup continued to whimper and whine and paw at me.

And just as I was about to push him away yet again, that’s when I remembered:
Buttercup was excited for me.

Everyone was excited for me.

From the moment I got Here, I’d pretty much kept myself busy with getting adjusted to my new life, getting reacquainted with my family, and basically trying to learn how things are done in this place. And now that I was settled, it was time for my first day of school (yes, we have school Here—it’s not all cloud lounging and harp playing, you know), and since everyone was acting so excited about it, it became my job to act excited too.

Excited enough to get out of bed, get myself ready, and take the time to manifest something cool to wear, so I could, well, according to my parents anyway, head off to a place where I’d: "Meet some new friends, learn some new things, and in no time at all find myself picking up right smack where I left off back home!"

And no matter how much I doubted that, no matter how much I was willing to bet just about anything that there was no way that would turn out to be even remotely true, I just smiled and went along with it. Wanting them to think I was as eager for the moment as they clearly were.

Not wanting them to know just how much I missed my old life back home. Missed it so much it was like a constant ache in my middle. And how I was pretty dang sure that this school, no matter how cool they claimed it to be, could never compete with the one I’d left behind.

So after enjoying a little breakfast with my mom and dad (and no, we don’t really need to eat anymore, but would you give up the taste of Lucky Charms if you didn’t have to?), I set off. At first dressed in a typical private-school uniform of white blouse, plaid skirt, blue blazer, white socks, and cool shoes, since I always wanted to go to a school that required that, but then halfway there I changed my mind and swapped it for some skinny jeans, ballet flats, and a soft, fuzzy blue cardigan I wore over a white tank top featuring the logo of my favorite band.

Seriously, manifesting is really that easy—or at least it is Here. You just think of anything you want, anything at all, picture it really clearly in your head—et voilà—just like that, it’s yours!

So anyway, I kept going like that, switching back and forth, forth and back, between the two looks. Taking two steps forward as a private-school girl, and another two dressed as an extremely stylish twelve-year-old girl. Figuring I’d stick with what ever ensemble I was wearing by the time I reached campus, knowing I could always change it in an instant if it turned out to be the wrong choice.

But then, somewhere along the way, I saw it.

The Viewing Room.

The place my parents had warned me about.

Insisting it would lead to no good. That I would only become obsessed yet again just when I needed to focus my energies on moving on, settling in, and accepting the fact that, like it or not, I am now an official resident of the Here & Now. Claiming it was high time I turn my back on my old life and concentrate on embracing my afterlife.

"You lingered on the earth plane long enough," my dad said, giving me his usual compassionate yet concerned look. While my mom looked on, eyes narrowed, arms crossed, not fooled by my claims of mere mild curiosity for a second. "Your sister has her own lessons to learn, her own destiny to fulfill, and it’s not your place to interfere," she’d said, refusing to budge or even try to see my side of things.

But even though their intentions were good, the thing is, they didn’t know my sister nearly as well as I did. Didn’t realize she needed me in a way they could never even begin to comprehend. Besides, if it’s true that there’s no time, then it’s not like I could be late for school, right? So really, what’s the worst that could happen?

With my mind fully made up, I took a little detour and ducked inside, snatching a ticket from the dispenser on the wall before taking my place in a very long line. Surrounded by a whole gang of gray hairs gushing on and on about the grandkids they couldn’t wait to look in on, until my number finally flashed on the overhead screen and I marched straight into the recently vacated cubicle, closed the curtain behind me, settled onto the hard, metal stool, and punched in my desired location, carefully scanning the screen until I found her.

Ever.

My sister.

My blond- haired, blue- eyed, teenaged sister who looks an awful lot like me except for our noses. She was lucky enough to get our mom’s perfectly straight nose— while I got my dad’s, er, stubbier one.

"A nose with character," my dad liked to say. "There’s not another one like it, not anywhere—except on your face!" Always chasing it with one of those nostril tweaks that never failed to make me laugh.

But even though I watched for what felt like a pretty long time, I couldn’t say I saw all that much. Or at least nothing important anyway. Nothing that could be considered heart stopping (and no, my heart doesn’t really beat anymore, it’s just a figure of speech). Basically what I saw was a girl just going through the motions, trying really hard to make everyone around her think she was a perfectly normal person, living a perfectly normal life, when the truth is, I knew for a fact that she was anything but.

Still, I couldn’t stop looking. Couldn’t stop that old feeling from overtaking me again.

The one where my heart felt as though it would swell so big I was sure it would burst wide-open and blow a big hole right through my chest.

The one where my throat went all hot and lumpy, where my eyes started to sting, and I was filled with such longing, such overwhelming yearning, I was willing to do anything to go back.

Back to the earth plane.

Back to where I truly belonged.

Because the truth is, as hard as I’d been trying to put on a brave face and make everyone think I was adjusting just fine and really learning to love my new life Here—the fact is, I wasn’t.

I wasn’t adjusting.

I wasn’t learning to love much of anything.

Not. At. All.

In fact, given the opportunity, I would’ve done anything to locate that bridge again so I could sprint right across it without once looking back.

I’d do anything to go back home, to my real home, and live alongside my sister again.

And it didn’t take a whole lot of screen time to know that Ever felt pretty much the same way. Because not only did she miss me, but it was pretty clear she needed me as much as I needed her.

And that’s all I needed to go on to know I’d done the right thing.

That’s all I needed to see to not feel the least bit bad for going against my parents’ wishes and sneaking into the Viewing Room.

Because the truth is, I felt justified.

Sometimes you just have to act on your own.

Sometimes you have to do what you know inside to be right.

by **skellyn** Съб Яну 08, 2011 1:12 am

Дали Софтпрес ще започнат да издават книгите и за Райли?

by **yanpe** Нед Сеп 21, 2014 1:32 pm

Тук и Сега- много интересно звучи, дали вече е излязла на пазара

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