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Red Room Featured Books

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Spyder Hole

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Life: Descending / Ascending

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Night Swim

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The Butterfly Mosque

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In Other Worlds: SF and the Human Imagination

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We Wanted to be Writers: Life, Love, and Literature at the Iowa Writers' Workshop

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Color Me English

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Healing and Transformation Through Self Guided Imagery

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True Blue

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American Countercultures: An Encyclopedia of Nonconformists, Alternative Lifestyles, and Radical Ideas in U.S. History

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Sleeper's Run

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Stories in Stone New York: A Field Guide to New York City Area Cemeteries and Their Residents

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"Iron"

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Inside This Place, Not of It: Narratives from Women's Prisons (Voice of Witness)

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The Kite Runner Graphic Novel

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Imperfect Endings: A Daughter's Story of Love, Loss, and Letting Go

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Manufacturing Hysteria: A History of Scapegoating, Surveillance, and Secrecy in Modern America

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Little Women and Me

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Mr Fox

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The Collaborator of Bethlehem

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Second Nature: A Love Story

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NurtureShock: New Thinking About Children

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A List of Offences

Hadeer's Latest Blogs

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Jun.15.2009 - 7:39 pm

Years ago...

Today I wish I could hide under the table like I did when I was seven.When I was seven, I dropped my grandmother's plate in the kitchen. It fell to the floor and broke to pieces....

Apr.28.2009 - 9:17 pm

It's Certain...

"The only thing certain in life is death." The moment my breath stops flowing, the moment my blood turns cold, the moment I fail to function, at that moment,...

Mar.06.2009 - 5:03 am

Is it so hard to understand?

There is a hole in her homeThere is a hole in her clothesThere is a hole in her heartThere is a hole in her soul Is there a hole in our conscience? No one should live a life of...

Nov.20.2008 - 1:14 am

Sometimes...

Sometimes, I forget that the cars that pass by mine are not simply machines. I forget that inside, the one who maneuvers the car is a person, just like me—or maybe not so much...