My initial excitement and intrigue novels were several volumes of Agatha Christie and Conan Doyle that my father had bought from a vendor Aguilar issues that came to the house . Came luxuriously bound and printed on Bible paper, so I had to deal with many Watch out if you wanted to face a safe tan. It goes without saying that such warnings are not me I needed as a young girl I have a special hobby books. I do not like to bend or mark leaves, or write to them (even in the school tried to write as little as possible and always in pencil). In short, after reading that I like to stay as I found them.
As I read those books I relished making guesses about who were the murderers and thieves, as they would have committed the crime and how they managed to avoid eminent detectives as Sherlock , or Poirot Miss Marple cast them the glove. Congratulated me on the list that had been discovering this or that suspect. I soon learned that both Conan Doyle as Agatha Christie were some downright cheats , he never gave enough clues that the reader could find the real killer and the detective on duty always drew from his sleeve at the last minute some detail that happens oh! was the key case.
later discovered other novels where if you gave sufficient data (or so I thought) but the funny thing was that still did not guess who was to blame because the tracks you had to completely wrong conclusions or to the end because it was not clear which of the suspects was the perpetrator. Because make no mistake, the grace of this type of literature is to try to discover the murderer before of what you have.
So I grew up totally addicted to the "murder Mysteries", the perfect companion on those summer days lying under an umbrella. And so in the summer of 2009, as we ran up Positano, Pompeii down, I took a Paradita in Sorrento and I bought a novel that I recommended Faral : The good husband of Zebra Drive .
honestly do not find ways to connect as there was almost action. Only the mystery of why patients who were staying in some hospital room dropped like flies despite not being in danger. The case is brought by a woman who has a detective agency and the way I imagined Miss Marple (in black) and an equally small-town mentality, but being Botswana like me identify cost a little more. And in those I walked with the free parking, but you know, the effect Zeigarnik did nothing but eat your ear and occasionally gave an outpost of a few pages that I put between to find out where he went and refresh her memory with the events up to that point, the truth is that I did not for more. Once Upon
AlmaMater and unusual Tuesday, particularly in Section 4. I could not believe. Could it be that the novel he was reading was not based on "facts"? I had no choice but to forward to the end and gossip to end that suffering that has already lasted a year or so. And bingo! gutted final. Not that I have given a disgustazo because who knows if I would have ended in life, but I like to finish books I start (another hobby silly).
I agree that everyone can read as well as or longer want. But never, ever will understand the lead after just a couple of chapters are already glancing at the end to see how it ends, whether the book of the question. As I understand it takes all the grace issue.
Spannungsbogen : literally , sequence of events in a movie or play that create suspense or tension. For the geeks is the delay imposed oneself between the desire for something and the act of doing.
As I read those books I relished making guesses about who were the murderers and thieves, as they would have committed the crime and how they managed to avoid eminent detectives as Sherlock , or Poirot Miss Marple cast them the glove. Congratulated me on the list that had been discovering this or that suspect. I soon learned that both Conan Doyle as Agatha Christie were some downright cheats , he never gave enough clues that the reader could find the real killer and the detective on duty always drew from his sleeve at the last minute some detail that happens oh! was the key case.
later discovered other novels where if you gave sufficient data (or so I thought) but the funny thing was that still did not guess who was to blame because the tracks you had to completely wrong conclusions or to the end because it was not clear which of the suspects was the perpetrator. Because make no mistake, the grace of this type of literature is to try to discover the murderer before of what you have.
So I grew up totally addicted to the "murder Mysteries", the perfect companion on those summer days lying under an umbrella. And so in the summer of 2009, as we ran up Positano, Pompeii down, I took a Paradita in Sorrento and I bought a novel that I recommended Faral : The good husband of Zebra Drive .
honestly do not find ways to connect as there was almost action. Only the mystery of why patients who were staying in some hospital room dropped like flies despite not being in danger. The case is brought by a woman who has a detective agency and the way I imagined Miss Marple (in black) and an equally small-town mentality, but being Botswana like me identify cost a little more. And in those I walked with the free parking, but you know, the effect Zeigarnik did nothing but eat your ear and occasionally gave an outpost of a few pages that I put between to find out where he went and refresh her memory with the events up to that point, the truth is that I did not for more. Once Upon AlmaMater and unusual Tuesday, particularly in Section 4. I could not believe. Could it be that the novel he was reading
I agree that everyone can read as well as or longer want. But never, ever will understand the lead after just a couple of chapters are already glancing at the end to see how it ends, whether the book of the question. As I understand it takes all the grace issue.
Spannungsbogen : literally , sequence of events in a movie or play that create suspense or tension. For the geeks is the delay imposed oneself between the desire for something and the act of doing.
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