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I was lucky to receive an advance copy of Silver Phoenix from Cindy Pon and excited that there will be a sequel coming soon; the ending of Silver Phoenix leaves the reader lingering for more of heroine Ai Ling's adventures.
In the novel Silver Phoenix, Ai Ling treks across ancient China with mysterious youth, Chen Yong. They both partake in a fantastical journey encountering mythical creatures and celestial beings. But an evil demon is set on harming Ai Ling and lures them towards a trap. Would Ai Ling be able to free herself from the evil demon in time or become forever enslaved? That you'll have to read Silver Phoenix to find out...
I hope the romance factor is played out between Ai Ling and Chen Yong in the sequel. I will definitely be on the lookout for future works by Cindy Pon.
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Scratching Post! 
Elevating Leg Rest! 
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| Some of my favorite music at the moment contains a strong violin presence in the melodies. Useless piece of information, but I used to play violin for 3 yrs in the middle school orchestra. I remember breaking a violin that I rented from my teacher; I tripped over the violin. But I do love the sound of violin when played by professionals. Simply beautiful when the tunes mesh together just right. Currently listening to Atari Kosuke and some Duffy on my playlist. Love it; love them; lovely tunes.
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It's official. I just received my voter registration card in
the mail. In the past, I never bothered to register to vote with the excuse
that it'll only lead to being called in for jury duty. Pardon my ignorance, but
I really had no interest in sitting in court while I could be in school or at
work. I am interested in politics, but not as interested as I should. This year
is definitely the time to vote. The economy crisis, ongoing war, effects of global
warming, immigration reforms, etc. are just a handful of issues affecting the
American people and are some of the issues I want to gain more knowledge on prior
to the November elections.
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She breaks off her reading and looks outside. From this
second-story window she can look down on the busy street. Even at a time like
this, the street is bright enough and filled with people coming and
going—people with places to go and people with no place to go; people with a
purpose and people with no purpose; people trying to hold time back and people
trying to urge it forward. After a long, steady look at this jumbled street
scene, she holds her breath for a moment and turns her eyes once again toward her
book. She reaches for her coffee cup. Puffed no more than two or three times,
her cigarette turns into a perfectly formed column of ash in the ashtray.
-- excerpt from novel, After Dark by Haruki Murakami
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