An Iron-Willed Pursuit_Book that booked the Success._Too Hot to Handle!_Hazel Eyes
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An Iron-Willed Pursuit
By Bob FaszczewskiThroughout her academic career in Woodbridge, NJ Marcia Levithan would let nothing--even a near-death experience-- stand in the way of her dream of becoming an art museum curator.However, just as Marcia was about to take her first major step up the stairway of success, a number of calamities struck her and her family.On June 1, 1977, less than a month before her daughter’s graduation with honors from Franklin Middle School, Janet Levithan was driving Marcia to a museum show at the Zimmerli Art Museum at Rutgers University in New Brunswick, NJ w...
Book that booked the Success.
"Hello miss Sherley, I am Denise and I want to read a book, I tried few books but they were not interesting can you guide me through the book?" says Denise. "oh Denise, I know you almost whole college know you because you always top the examinations. I am having a book which will motivate you for the life." says Miss Sherley. Miss Sherley gets up from her place and moves toward one of the corner of the library and took out a thin book from the closet there. She brings the book toward Denise and gives her the book. Denise was happy to get a book which will motivate her to become more better. s...
Too Hot to Handle!
“No, Chad! You know this isn’t right!” She screamed from a distance. But it was too late.Chad turned his head. “I’m sorry, Stacy.” Thoughts of regret filled his mind as he opened the doors of Marcos' Wingeria. The fumes of the restaurant made his eyes water.Chad knew he hated spicy foods. Stacy knew it too. Virtually everyone knew. His mouth was so spice intolerant, that the mere mention of hot sauce made him sweat like a hwww.onedoor.ccippo. Even though he hated spicy food, Cole had challenged him to eat here, the home of the spiciest wings in town, and Chad had to accept. Chad wasn’t a wuss, or at least,...
Hazel Eyes
Mekka slams the book shut, irritated. “There’s nothing here about the American Revolution,” she says, throwing her hands up.“Well, there has to be something. The librarian said that the book was somewhere here. Maybe we didn’t look hard enough,” I offer, standing up and searching the books again. Mekka rolls her eyes. “As if. We’ve searched for an hour, Dean. there’s nothing. Come on, let’s go back home,” she says, putting her things in her bag. I was about to do the same when my eyes fell on a book. I pulled it out, the cover worn and dirty. A rough title said, “Greatest Thieves and Criminals...