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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Samantha, Bloodthirsty, Samanthas with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Bloodthirsty'
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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Bloodthirsty about Up-Finbar, Frame, Indiana with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: Gr 10 Up-Finbar Frame is a shy, awkward, misunderstood 16-year-old who has spent his life in the shadow of his athletic and popular twin brother. He is tired of being seen as a freak and a loser, so when his family moves from Indiana to New York, Finbar decides it is time for a change. He realizes that with his pale skin and wild eyes he possesses many vampire characteristics-even a severe sun allergy. Armed with a new wardrobe, a silver Volvo, big sunglasses, and some attitude, He becomes something he has never been-popular. But he soon finds that being a player is not everything, a lesson he learns the hard way. Bloodthirsty is witty, laugh-at-loud funny, and real. Readers can easily relate to Finbar's trials and tribulations, and his path to self-discovery. This is an original and enjoyable first novel for older teens.-Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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conversations.value: Gr 10 Up-Finbar Frame is a shy, awkward, misunderstood 16-year-old who has spent his life in the shadow of his athletic and popular twin brother. He is tired of being seen as a freak and a loser, so when his family moves from Indiana to New York, Finbar decides it is time for a change. He realizes that with his pale skin and wild eyes he possesses many vampire characteristics-even a severe sun allergy. Armed with a new wardrobe, a silver Volvo, big sunglasses, and some attitude, He becomes something he has never been-popular. But he soon finds that being a player is not everything, a lesson he learns the hard way. Bloodthirsty is witty, laugh-at-loud funny, and real. Readers can easily relate to Finbar's trials and tribulations, and his path to self-discovery. This is an original and enjoyable first novel for older teens.-Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Bloodthirsty
  And, actually, it was poetry that provided me with my sexual opening (haha). Mrs. Rove's introduction to our poetry unit gave me the opportunity to dirty-talk the pants off my seventh-period literature class.
  On a dull rainy Tuesday in mid-October, our AP literature teacher announced, "This is Andrew Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress.' " Mrs. Rove kind of looked like Hillary Clinton, but she had this huge Escalade in the teachers' parking lot, so she must have had a secret gangsta side. Or a stockbroker husband.
  My classmates turned their heads from the drug deal going down in the parking lot and groaned in remarkable unison. Even AP students hated the poetry unit. But me, I stopped doodling fangs in the margins of my looseleaf and looked up expectantly. This was my chance to dominate English class and flaunt my vampire intelligence and confidence. "To His Coy Mistress" was one of my favorite poems! Actually, it was part of my favorite genre of poems, which could be called Poems Guys Write to Get Girls to Sleep with Them. Maybe I like poetry for the same reason I like really clever rappers, like Nas and Talib Kweli and A Tribe Called Quest: because I secretly hope I can develop the verbal skills to seduce a woman. Sure, right now I can barely remember my name around hot girls like Kate, but I'm more likely to develop verbal skills than biceps.
  Mr. Kirkland, aka Nate the Nosepicker, woke up and then passed the pile. He forgot to give himself a copy.
  Matt Katz gave a huge snore that pulled his head off his chest. It was so loud he woke himself up. Kayla Bateman was sighing loudly to advertise her frustration at not being able to button her cardigan over her chest. Jason Burke scratched a tic-tac-toe board onto the corner of his poem. Only Ashley displayed any interest—she was hunting down and viciously stabbing at symbols and metaphors with a red pen.
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conversations.value: Do you know another paragraph?
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conversations.value: Unfortunately, we couldn't even master that one high peak. Every time it approached, the car would roll backward. But at least no one died.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Although to be honest, I was kind of relieved I wasn't a vampire anymore. It was annoying to come up with philosophical answers for things. It was a pain to avoid eating or drinking in public. And I hadn't successfully "glamoured" one person, not even Agnes when I tried to "glamour" her into excusing my late fees. I was thinking how relaxing it would be to stop my whole vampire thing, even contemplating taking class naps like Matt Katz, when I looked up and saw Kate walking toward me. She was wearing this too-big sweatshirt that went over her hands (my neurotic mind told me it was an ex-boyfriend's. Some guy she used to "do stuff with" back in the day. Shudder. Drop that thought). She came over to my table but stood a foot back from the chair opposite mine.
  Jealousy and nausea surged through my stomach. I stuttered, but just before I spoke, I realized Kate was talking about me.
  Although Kate shrugged like it didn't matter, I could see her fingers tense and curl around her sleeve.
  My editor, Elizabeth Bewley, for her thoughtful suggestions and advice, and everyone at Little, Brown who fell in love with Finbar Frame.