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Ignite me is the 3 book in the Shatter Me series and to give some background about the series its placed in the future and the United states failed and was broken into sectors along with the world and ruled by 5 main leaders then smaller leaders over the sected lands. Juliette is the main character in the book who is locked up in the because her touch is deadly and a boy named adam is locked up with her, but he's really in the military gathering information,so everyone thinks but truly he's trying to get close to her because he cared deeply for her when they went to school together. They're soon both brought back to the base where juliette is kept captive but not hurt. They soon break free and "fall in love" and they're love is a kind of convenient love because as of right now he's the only one who can touch her but that all changes as you progress through the books. As they break out and run away, they find comfort in a hide out called omega where they both learn to control they're abilities along with others. The omega members build a plan to attack and 🤬 the leader, Anderson. Sadly the plan fails and juliette is shot in the chest at the end of book 2. Now book 3, Warner has saved her life from his father Anderson who shot her and she is now learning how everything is over and Omega has been destroyed but she won't believe him until she sees it for herself. Warner takes her to the ruins of the battlefield; where they are found by a friend named kenji where they discover they're 6 omega members left. Along the towards the middle of the book everyone left has moved into the base and have gathered another plan to take out the general. Not only do they have a plan but the recruit the entire army of they're sector. Juliette leads the army and her and kenji go to the boat while everyone else stays and fights the generals army. In the end juliette herself kills the general and names herself the new leader of they're sector and promises to dismantle everything the leaders have done and make a  better world.

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clay jensen doesn"t want anything to do with the tapes hannah baker made.hannah is dead.her secrets should be buried with her .
rate -5

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This book is about the life of a young pro football hall of famer who explains the challenges he faced growing up and the reasons that led him to pursue his dream to the nfl

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Author :  stephanie garber
This book is about the sisters going on a mysterious island and offering them a place in the game . Somehow her other sister wants her to abandoned her plans of calculated safety and a place for their adventure . The legend has many different other ideas .
rating -  5
People who likes adventures  and fantasies will like this article !

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Its where this family has 3 kids whenever they are only allowed to have 2. So one of the kids they hid in their home while the other get to experience the world but one day something outstanding happens and someone finds out. People who like drama and noisy people would like this article

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in the introduction the kid is reading a book and the lap keeps on moving and it will look at him and it will be weird

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Author: sharon G. flake
Setting: hood

The book is based on a thirteen year old boy who lives in the hood with his family and everyone around that area get's shot and this little boy's brother was one that was shot and killed when his little brother died it broke the family up the dad started treating the thirteen year old son bad yelling at him all the time and the thirteen year old boy had a best friend his name was kee-lee and the thirteen year old would go over to kee-lee's place to hang out or draw because they both were talented kids and kee-lee smoked weed all the time and the thirteen year old would smoke with kee-lee the mom keeps telling the dad to stop picking on the there thirteen year old son all the time the dad keeps saying when will the boy become a man so the dad took his son and kee-lee on a trip with him to spend guys time and spend time together so his dad won't be upset at him all the time the brother that died was jason so they trying to get over jason's death and save the family

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In the world of Eden every family is allowed one child, but it just so happens that there is  family of four hiding a daughter. Rowan is an illegal second child who has to hide in the walls of her own home when anyone visits. Rowan isn't eligible to have her eye implants, which allow her to act as a citizen, due to the fact that no one knows about her existence. She has never been outside of her home until one day, she jumped the courtyard walls and went on journeys with a friend of her brothers. Everything was going good until she was forced to evacuate her home and get her eye implants sooner than her mom wanted her to. Rowan knew she was leaving to go be a legal citizen, but something went wrong. Now Rowan has to figure out a way to get back home to her family.

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This book is about child abuse, one of the most severe cases known to happen in California. A Child Called "It" is about a child whose mother is an  alcoholic and dislikes her child, she abuses him and plays sick games with him that almost leave him dead. The mother starves David for 10 days with nothing but a few sips of water. David has been nearly drowned, starved, and killed by toxic fumes. David has to learn how to play his mothers sick games in order to survive, he is no longer her son, he is her slave, or for his mother, an "It"

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When Elle is born she is visited by the fairy Lucinda. Lucinda loves showing of her magic. At the time of the visit Ella wouldn't stop crying so Lucinda gave her the gift of obedience. If Ella don't follow instruction she starts feeling sick and dizzy. When Ella turns 15 she and her mother get sick, Ella recovers and her mother passes away. The day that her mother passes Ella, meets four very important people to her life. In the funeral she is told something that would change everything. Ella hates school and decides to run away. Ella then starts looking for Lucinda so she can reverse the curse. Lucinda tells Ella to be grateful for her curse and Ella has to obey. Time passes and Ella becomes/acts as a servant. She meets Prince Char and does anything to not hurt him. Things occur and the spell is broken and they live happily ever after The End. -5 out 5 star rating
People who love fairy tales and love stories  will love this story because or the fairy love story and happily ending.

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We Beat The Streets by Davis, Jenkins, Hunt, & Draper 

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We Beat The Streets by Davis, Jenkins, Hunt, & Draper 

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Three boys who had nothing growing up. The three boys were very smart and they came from loving families, but everyday they had to struggle to stay away from 🤬, alcohol, and gangs. One day as the boys were trying to skip school they found themselves listening to a collage speaker about Seton Hall University Pre-Medical/Pre-Dental Plus Program. At this moment the three friends believed there dream of becoming something and making it out the hood would become true. They made a pact to stick together, go to college to be doctors.
people who like uplifting, inspiring books or stories would love this book.

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Kevin Love from the Cleveland Cavaliers talks about how his health was in jeopardy because he was so stressed out from family issues. He had a panic attack during a game against Hawks. He only played 15 minutes and was already out of breath, heart was racing, had a strange feeling in his body, mouth like chalk, everything spinning, and couldn't focus to hear what the coach was saying. If you want to read articles about athletes and their health you should read Everyone is Going Through Something.

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This book was about Meg Murry and her little brother, Charles Wallace, have been without their scientist father, Mr. Murry, for five years, ever since he discovered a new planet and used the concept known as a tesseract to travel there. Joined by Meg's classmate Calvin O'Keefe and guided by the three mysterious astral travelers known as Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who and Mrs. Which, the children brave a dangerous journey to a planet that possesses all of the evil in the universe. " According to google"

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Author: Cami Garcia
This book is about a boy (Ethan) that falls in love with a "Supernatural" girl (Lena)  The girl he fell in love with is the same girl that shows up in his reoccurring nightmares. She either has the choice to be a part of the evil or good people. Her grandmother is pushing her to be with the evil because she would be the next great ruler. Ethan tries to help lean her towards the good side because if she turns evil she will forget all about him and take over the world. She eventually fights her grandmother and all of the evil in her family and chooses good over evil.
Rate: 5
People who like supernatural mystery will like this book.

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They'll Embrace you like no other By Victor Oladipo 

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This article is about how Vic was traded to The Pacers and how the accepted him to the team . He got off to a fast start leading the team in scoring and into the playoffs and handing Lebron James his first ever game 1 lose in the first round people who like basketball would like this article .

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"Victor. What is going on?"

"I don't know, Ma. I really don't."

It was last June. I just landing in Baltimore from OKC and my phone went crazy when I turned it on. I knew the Pacers trade was real, but seeing it everywhere online really made it set in. Even the positive comments were getting under my skin. I was sitting there like, do they mean "locker room guy" as a compliment?

You know, you always hear the expression about sports being a business. But it's also life. I'd been through a trade less than a year before that, from Orlando, and so in that moment it was hard not to take it personal - two teams for whatever reasons seemed like they'd given up on me. That'll hurt your feelings, doesn't matter who you are or how much you believe in yourself. So when my mom was wondering why teams kept moving me ... I didn't really know what to say. I couldn't just tell her it was a "basketball decision."

Doma was my next text. Had to be. Doma is Domantas Sabonis. That's my guy. He was really the only person who was going to understand.

We'd done this before. Doma was in the trade to the Pacers with me, but we'd also been together since pretty much the moment he got drafted by the Magic in 2016. We got traded together to OKC. Now to Indy. So I knew Doma wouldn't want me to sugarcoat anything, but I had to check in with him - let him know what I was thinking. I texted him what I knew was true:
I promise, if you win here in Indiana, they'll embrace you like no other.
I felt a little better right away. I called my mom back and told her everything was going to be all right. I really believed it, too. I couldn't have told you exactly how it was gonna work out or how we'd get there, but I knew. I just knew. Because I knew that not every trade is the same, just like not every state is the same.

And I knew this wasn't just any trade. It was the Pacers. It was Indiana, and I knew Indiana.

I wasn't going to just another team. I was coming home.

Jed Jacobsohn/The Players' Tribune

I got to Bloomington, Indiana in 2010. Coming out of high school in Maryland, I chose Indiana because of the program's history, but really I had no idea how serious people in Indiana took basketball. I think even right now very few people outside of Indiana recognize how much basketball means to the state. There's a basketball hoop in every driveway. It's all Hoosiers and Pacers flags. And a big high school game pretty much shuts an entire community down.

But it was funny, nobody knew how to pronounce my name when I first got to Indiana. I remember the first week of classes freshman year, I had to go through the same conversation with every teacher.

Oh-la-DIppo , Oh-la-DYE-poe , Oh-la-PEE-do . And every variation in between.

Other than that, my name didn't get said very much by anybody freshman year.When I arrived on campus in the summer - they had just opened up Cook Hall - I was getting shots up in the gym by myself when this dude on his way out stopped to talk to me. Didn't know who he was. It was late at night so I worried I wasn't supposed to be in there.

"What are you doing here so late?"

"Gotta be in here every night if I want to play in the NBA."

That's what I told him.

Then it happened again the next day. Like an exact repeat of the day before. The thought crossed my mind that I was never going to be good enough to play college ball. Maybe that would be the last anyone heard of Victor Ooh-lay-PEE-do.

I got a few starts late my freshman season. By the time sophomore year rolled around, I was a starter. I wasn't a national name ... but man, they were getting to know me in Indiana.

And it wasn't like they just knew how to pronounce my name. No, they knew me everywhere in Bloomington. For my 8 a.m. class every morning I'd have to wear headphones from the time I went out the door to the time I sat down at my desk, just so I wouldn't be late because of all the people who would come up and try to talk to me. I wouldn't even be playing music most of the time, so I could hear people whispering my name.

I wanted to talk to everybody. I really did. It was a thrill to be known like that. Every time somebody said my name or pointed me out, it made me want to work that much harder and be that much better the next time I stepped on the court.

Those three years in Bloomington were just - they changed me. Yeah, I became a better basketball player, but it was also the first time I saw an entire community be so passionate about a single thing. About a game we were playing. I learned that interacting - even just taking the time to stop and talk once in a while with the community - can actually change people's entire outlook on life.

I learned that basketball can help you be a part of something bigger than yourself.

I ended leaving for the NBA after my third year at IU but I'd gotten enough credits to get my degree a year early. After the commencement ceremony was over for our graduating class, that guy from the first day in the gym tapped me on the shoulder. He asked if I remembered that night, when I told him I was going to make it to the NBA.

His name was Dave. Dave had been more right than I knew.

Today Dave works at CAA, and he's one of my best friends. Dave was never the kind of guy to blow smoke. He said it'd be a long road, but he also didn't say it was impossible.

I see you, Dave.

Jed Jacobsohn/The Players' Tribune

Guess where my first away game was my rookie year? Indiana. When I was introduced, I got a standing ovation.

That's love. I felt at home.

I can't tell you how special it feels when you think about how in only a few years, you can go from nobody knowing how to pronounce your name, to 20,000 people chanting it in unison. And I was on the opposing team.

And now here we are.

Maybe you've never been to Indiana. Or maybe you've just visited once or twice. Never even really thought about it. It's a flyover state, right? One that's easy to glance over on a map.

And I bet that when you heard about the Thunder-Pacers trade, you were thinking about Paul George. Doma and I - we were a package deal, traded for the second time in a year, going to a non-contender in a flyover state.

We know what it feels like to be overlooked.

And so do a lot of guys on our team. And a lot of people in our arena. We know what it feels like when somebody gives up on you.

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That's all over now. Nobody's giving up on anybody this year.

It goes back to what I texted Damo the day we both got traded. I knew Indiana would embrace him - embrace all of us - in the way only this state can.

To everybody else, yeah, maybe we've got a lot to prove.

But that's never stopped me before.

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"Victor. What is going on?" "I don't know, Ma. I really don't." It was last June. I just landing in Baltimore from OKC and my phone went crazy when I turned it on. I knew the Pacers trade was real, but seeing it everywhere online really made it set in.

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Jimmy Tock was born the same night his grandfather left. This forces Rudy Tock to alternate between the maternity ward and the intensive care unit. To everyone's astonishment, Jimmy's grandfather jolted up right in his hospital bed and forced Rudy to wright the upcoming dates that he claimed would be terrible days for poor Jimmy.

I rate this book 4 out of 5 stars only because it gets really slow in some parts.

People who like sarcastic characters would like this book.

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CRYSTAL FROST tells herself she isn't crazy, but sane people don't see ghosts. As her psychic abilities manifest, Crystal discovers she can see into the future, witness the past, and speak with the dead. Add blackmail to the list of things she never thought would happen to her, and you basically have her sophomore year covered. After spotting her first ghost, secrets from her family, friends, and classmates begin to surface. Uncovering secrets can be dangerous, but giving up means someone will get hurt.Best Seller in all the world!!!

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How it all went down By Richard Sherman 

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This article is about how Richard Sherman and how he got cut by the Seahawks where he played 7 years for them and leading them to a superbowl win . But he was cut out out of no where and mins after being cut he got a call to go play for the 49ers and signed a 3 year deal worth 36 million . people who like sports will like this article .

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I'm gonna take you back to January 14, 2014 ... NFC championship game ... Seahawks vs. 49ers ... THE TIP. A great moment in sports...

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"The Crossover" is an interesting poem book told in a first person view point through the eyes of Josh Bell ,a middle school star basketball payer and son of Chuck "da man" Bell. In the book the main character Josh goes through an emotional roller coaster when his family members fade away from him in the most stressful time of the basketball season.

People who like basketball and rap like rymes will like this.

I rate this book 5 stars because its a different way of reading.

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This article is about Patrick Patterson and how he has watched the movie Black Panther and how it has change how the movie change the way we watch and cast people in new movies . People who likes comic book and basketball will like this article .

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hen I was a little kid, my mom and I had this weekend ritual. We'd get up real early ... hop on the couch ... grab some blankets and pillows ... and then watch movie after movie together.

It was serious, man. We weren't messing around.

Pretty sure that one's Rated R, so y'all please don't tell the MPAA - but I was seven at the time.

I loved it.

And that's movies - that's the experience they can deliver when everything comes together just right. The right script ... featuring the right cast ... shot the right way ... with the right score ... watched at the right time in your life ... there's nothing like it. It's beyond entertainment.

It's true escape.

I just held my breath, gripped the armrests, and enjoyed the ride.

And because my mom always made sure that movies like Set It Off , Juice , Higher Learning, Big Momma's House , Friday and a whole bunch of others starring our favorite black actors were in heavy rotation at our house, I never felt like those movies were outliers in any way. They were just, you know ... movies. Just like Good Will Hunting , and Fight Club, and Mission: Impossible were movies.

What I didn't realize at the time, was that I only really saw people who looked like me in movies because my mom went out of her way to make it happen.

Getting to see that experience on the big screen ... it really made an impression on me. It made me feel a connection. And again - I probably didn't understand the full dimensions of it at the time, of what it meant to feel represented on film. But even still. There was just something about that movie, and that specific character, that left this huge mark on me - and really helped me to navigate the life I was leading.

I guess you could say it made me feel less alone in the world.

It wasn't until around my senior year of high school, or maybe even my first year of college, that I think I first started to think more critically about the movies I was watching - and about how Hollywood seemed to work. I began to notice how few actors of color were starring in the movies that had the biggest budgets, or that got the most Oscar recognition.

I also began to notice the types of roles that black actors were playing, when they did happen to appear in these movies. It became clear to me that Hollywood was comfortable casting a black actor as the "fun-loving best friend" (Dave Chappelle in You've Got Mail ) ... or the "drug dealer" (Dave Chappelle in Con Air ) ... or the "generic criminal" (Dave Chappelle in Blue Streak ). But as the leading man? As the star that all the kids look up to, and want to be? With a few exceptions (Denzel Washington, Samuel L. Jackson, and maybe a handful of others), not really. Sadly, even to this day, those are the main roles that black men get in movies. And for women of color, it's even worse: It's mostly prostitutes, and drug abusers, and nannies, and maids, and on and on.

And here's the thing: Those images - repeated over and over again, as they are in Hollywood - can cause damage. They can do real harm. I'm not going to pretend I'm some psychologist or anything, but trust me from personal experience. Seeing that stuff on the big screen, time after time after time ... it makes you feel bad about yourself.

It seeps in.

In college, my roommate and I would have movie nights two or three times a week. We'd order pizza and cheese sticks at around 10 p.m., and then we'd settle in for a marathon of old-school stuff from the '90s. Could be Friday , Friday After Next, Boyz in the Hood, Sixth Man, Money Talks, Love and Basketball , O , White Men Can't Jump - you get the picture. I wouldn't say we were consciously choosing "black" movies or anything ... but those were just our favorites that we grew up on. That was our nostalgia.

And by that point it had also become clear as day to me that, outside of a select few, most of my favorite black actors who starred in all of those "black" movies that I loved ... they simply were not getting major roles in the "mainstream" movies that I also loved. I don't even remember being bitter about it. It was more just ... sad. I remember being like - Where's Morris Chestnut in L.A. Confidential ? Why isn't Eddie Murphy in Lost in Translation ? Couldn't Omar Epps have been in The Usual Suspects ?

I recognized that Hollywood seems to have a lot of great roles available for guys like Matthew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson - and don't get me wrong, I love those guys. But talented black actors seem to get left behind. Even after Cuba Gooding Jr. won an Oscar for his work in Jerry Maguire , there he was a few years later, showing up in, like, Daddy Day Camp . And Boat Trip. And Snow Dogs .

It's just stuff like that. Subtle things, maybe a little below the surface. But once you realize them, and really see what's going on ... once you understand how the system actually works ... it's hard for movie-watching to ever be the same. Which isn't to say I don't still watch movies like crazy. I do - and I'll be a movie lover for life. But it's just that little bit harder, you know, once you sit up and realize, Man, this thing I love ... it's rarely "for" people like me. It's rarely "by" people like me. And it's rarely "about" people like me.

So where does someone like me fit in?

But not me.

Nah - not if you know what it's like to grow up waiting for a movie like this your entire life.

Not if you know what it's like to be a good, loyal fan - buying tickets to Marvel movie after Marvel movie, DC movie after DC movie, staying patient - even while knowing that the best you're going to do, in terms of seeing someone like yourself, is a sidekick.

Man, all you had to do was catch the vibe.

It was crazy. When Black Panther 's first teaser dropped ... that's all anyone was talking about. When the first official trailer dropped ... that's all anyone was talking about. And it seemed like with every piece of promo material after that, as it got closer and closer to the release date - it was just the same thing, on repeat: Everyone in my various circles ... friends, family, teammates ... they all only wanted to talk about one thing: Black Panther.

Real big.

It came out that Friday of All-Star weekend, which meant it came out while I was on vacation in Mexico. I was disappointed I wouldn't be seeing it opening weekend - but it's not like I thought that was going to be a "problem." But then those advanced Thursday night screenings started to get out ... started seeing the word on Twitter, and on IG, and in the group chats and whatnot ... and it was sort of like, Oh. O.K. It's like THAT.

It's a one of one.

The other thing I remember from that opening weekend - before I had even seen the movie - is Vic. My man Victor Oladipo, dunking with the T'Challa mask on for the culture. I was watching the All-Star Saturday Night stuff at my hotel in Mexico, and when I saw Chadwick hand Vic the mask ... that was dope, man.

But it wasn't even really the dunk itself.

I saw him put on that mask ... and I just flashed back to my childhood. Thought about all those Halloweens, growing up, and you're trying to figure out what the costume is going to be. And of course there's always options, it's Halloween. But whatever that one costume is - you know, the one that everyone wants to be? Whether it's Spider-Man the years those movies came out, Batman the years those movies came out, or any other year. The costume that everyone wanted to have - it wasn't ever someone who looked like me.

And there was just something about that, in that moment ... thinking about all of these young kids, seeing Black Panther on Friday ... then watching Vic in the Dunk Contest on Saturday ... and knowing how on Sunday, and Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and whatever other day until it happens - those kids only having one thing on their minds: I gotta get that mask.

And that just really got to me.

It was crazy.

The last straw came in the locker room after practice, that first day back - before we took off for the start of our road trip in Sacramento. I'm at my locker, and who pulls up beside me but Melo. Melo's another big movie guy, very legit, knows his stuff.

I'm like, "Nah, been in Mexico, I ain't seen it yet. What'd you think about it?"

And he just looks at me real calm. Real calm, no jokes. And he says, "Man - that's my favorite movie of all time."

Then he smiles and walks away.

I won't give anything away in case you're reading this and haven't seen it yet ... but I will spoil one thing: It's incredible.

That's just a straight-up - forget about the hype, forget about the Marvel universe, forget about even the importance of it all for a second - incredible movie. I could go on forever about all the things that made it so great ... and I feel like I'd still be forgetting things.

The movie really had everything.

It's gotta be Wakanda.

Wakanda is this amazing place, this mythical country in Africa that is the home of the Black Panther. It's a sort of alternate universe, in which black people - freed from the shackles and context of their history - have only prospered. The idea of Wakanda is something that means a lot of things to a lot of people ... and it's one of those things where, if you're going to do Black Panther right, you can't mess it up. But I think Coogler and his team do it justice beyond most fans' wildest dreams: In his vision, Wakanda is this beautiful metropolis, full of color and life ... and also this ... something extra . It's hard to explain. It's almost like Wakanda is a character in the movie, all on its own. It's almost like Wakanda is this state of mind - where anything feels possible.

That's also what movies are - or at least what they're supposed to be. Movies are supposed to be this place of limitlessness. This place of imagination. Movies are supposed to be the place where you can go to turn off the rest of the world, and sit back, and ... become a hotshot trial lawyer, facing the case of a lifetime. Or a veteran thief, getting ready to do one last job. Or the only doctor on earth who can perform this special type of surgery (and time is running out). Or a detective with a nose for the truth ... and a secretive past. Or an international spy who likes martinis exactly a certain way.

Or a superhero.

The movies are supposed to be this place where you can shake free of your history, and really become anything you want to be. And for too long, for black kids growing up, that hasn't been the case. For too long, young black boys and young black girls have had to go to the movies - and live out someone else's dream.

For too long, those kids have had to stare through the window - at the Wakanda that is cinema - without ever being fully let in.

And now, finally, that's changing.

It's changing because of films like Black Panther , and Moonlight , and Get Out , and A Wrinkle in Time . It's changing because of stars like Chadwick Boseman, and Michael B. Jordan, and Lupita Nyong'o, and Tessa Thompson, and Mahershala Ali, and Trevante Rhodes, and Donald Glover, and LaKeith Stanfield, and Zendaya, and Daniel Kaluuya, and Letitia Wright, and Storm Reid. It's changing because of filmmakers like Ava DuVernay, and Barry Jenkins, and Dee Rees, and Jordan Peele - and of course Ryan Coogler.

But maybe most of all, it's changing because of just ... normal people, man.

Audiences.

We've been waiting for Wakanda, forever.

And now we're going to stay awhile.

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A teenage girl named Clary Fray is taken into a world of imaginary things that people perceive as fake, but are actually true- after a spell wears off she is able to see the shadow world. Her first altercation with shadowhunters-who are determined to rid the earth of demons- is in a club called pandemonium.
Fray doesn't know this world of demons, which leads to the meaningful occurrence of truly knowing who she really is. She is taken to the institute by Jace Wayland where she learns of the shadow world, and is taken on an adventure to find her mother and the mortal cup. This is concluded with a plot twist where she discovers Jace and the enemy of the Shadowhunters, isn't what everyone says they are.
5 stars- if you like superstition,   , romance, and brave warriors, you will like this book.

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By Jeff Kinney

This book talks about Greg Heffley and his life on a summer vacation, but this summer vacation is a whole lot different than the other summer vacations he had, this one is really bad for him and he has to find a way to get around it but will he find a way to win out? Or will he have a new addition to his family? Find out by reading this book.
This book is great so i would want you to start reading them.

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This article is about a football player this only plays with one arm . despite only one arm he still play at a high level . During his first 3 years at school he was overlooked by the coaches . but when the school got a new coach he finally got his shot . he end up starting for the team the next 2 years , in his senior year he lead his team to a prefect season . people who like good feeling stories people will like this .

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Everything you need to know about me you can learn by going back to when I was eight years old.

So let me take you there.

So the next morning, when we got to the field - since it was youth football and there were weight restrictions - we had to weigh in. And I don't know if they still do it this way, but back then, each coach would weight the opposing team's players, and if you were too heavy or too light, you weren't eligible to play. I had to drop a couple of pounds to make weight for that game, and I had weighed myself the night before and again that morning, so I knew I was good to go.

But when the opposing coach weighed me, he said I was too heavy.

He told me I couldn't play.

I was thinking the other coach's scale must be broken or something. It didn't even occur to me that somebody might deliberately try to keep me off the football field. I was just a little kid, you know? Too young to understand that people got motives.

So my coach took me back over to the guy who weighed me in so we could do it again, and - now, this is a long time ago, so I don't remember exactly what was said, but basically, the opposing coach said that it wasn't about my weight.

Because football is for two-handed players.

Mind you, I didn't even know this guy. So I didn't know why he had a problem with me playing. I had been playing for a few years and I was pretty good, so maybe he just wanted to keep one of our team's better players off the field so his team had a better chance to win. I honestly don't know.

But this was the first time I ever had to deal with somebody telling me I shouldn't - or couldn't - do something because of my hand. Like I was defective or something. Like I didn't belong.

And that was the moment I realized I was always going to have to prove people wrong.

I'm not going to get into an explanation of the condition I was born with that prevented the fingers of my left hand from fully developing. Or talk about the time when I was four years old and I tried to cut my own fingers off with a kitchen knife because I was in constant pain. Or about when I got my left hand amputated shortly after. That's stuff you probably already know about anyway - and if you don't, you can Google it. The story is out there.

I'm blessed to have thick skin. But I'm even more blessed to have a family that never let me make excuses and who raised me to never listen to anybody who told me I couldn't do something - especially because of my hand.

My dad used to build all kinds of contraptions to help me lift weights. We had this one thing - we called it "the book," and it was basically a piece of wood wrapped up in some cloth that I would hold up against the bar with my left arm when I bench pressed so my arms would be even. We had another block that I used for stuff like dips and push-ups, and I had chains and other straps to hold dumbbells for things like curls and shrugs.

And my dad used to work me, Shaquill and our older brother, Andre, hard.

That was kind of his motto - not just for me, but for all of us.

Man ... I hated those workouts. There were definitely times when I wanted to quit. Sometimes, when my dad threw the ball so hard that it bounced off my chest or it hit me in the face, I would be like, "I don't wanna do this anymore."

But he never let me quit.

"You'll thank me one day," he'd say.

That's what I did that day when that youth coach told me I shouldn't be playing football.

I ended up being allowed to play that day, and I remember it like it was yesterday. It was near the end of the game, and we were ahead. I was on defense, playing linebacker. The outside receiver ran a slant route, and I read the play, jumped the route, dove in the air and caught the ball, flipping over onto my back to secure it before I hit the ground. It was the first time I had ever intercepted a pass in a game, and it basically sealed the win for us and sent us to the playoffs.

And nobody was ever going to tell me that I couldn't be great.

Nobody was ever going to tell me that I didn't belong on a football field. And nobody was ever going to tell me that I couldn't be great.

I rode that mentality all the way through high school.

I got picked on because of my hand and I had guys trash-talk me and stuff like that, but most of the time, I just ignored it. On the football field, I got off to kind of a slow start adjusting to the high school game, but eventually I grew to be a leader and a team captain.

But right here, instead of talking about the success I've had, I think I would rather tell you about some of the more difficult times in my life - the lowest points. Because I think that's when true character shows. That's when you find out who people really are - what they're really made of.

And the lowest points for me came when I was in college.

I went to UCF thinking I was going to play as a freshman, and everybody was going to know my name. I was so confident.

But it wasn't like that at all.

My freshman year, I got redshirted. The following year, I played well in the spring and worked my way up to second string on the depth chart.

Then, right before the season-opener against Penn State, I got bumped down to third string.

The next week, I got moved to the scout team.

And nobody told me why.

Whenever I asked one of the coaches why I was being demoted, they just said things like, "Keep working," and, "Stay focused," and, "Your time will come."

So that's basically what I did for my first three years at UCF.

I think the hardest part about those first few years was watching Shaquill play on Saturdays. We've always told each other since we were kids that no matter what either of us is doing, we live through each other. His success is my success, and vice versa. And we meant that.

I didn't travel with the team much those first few years. When it came time for the team to go on the road, my brother and our two roommates, who were also on the team, all went. So on Saturdays, it was just me, alone in our dorm room watching the game. Sometimes the game wasn't even on ESPN or FOX or anything, so I had to stream it on my laptop. I'd be sitting there on the couch, alone, the whole dorm silent except for the game commentary as I was watching my brother play ... and living through him.

I used to tell my mom all the time that college was a negative place for me. Not UCF in general - I love my school and I'll represent it forever. It was just ... that dorm room, man.

Unit 412, Room C.

I spent so much time those first three years in Orlando sitting in that room, wondering why I wasn't getting an opportunity to play on Saturdays. It got to the point where that dorm was just so full of negative vibes, because I pretty much kept everything to myself. I didn't really talk to anybody about what I was feeling - especially not to Shaquill.

It's a tough spot to be in, right? I mean, my twin brother was doing his thing. The dream was happening for him, and he was earning every single bit of it, working hard and showing out on the field.

I wanted that for myself so badly, and even though I felt like I was good enough, and I was doing everything my coaches asked me to, I wasn't even getting an opportunity. And the last thing I wanted to do was dump all my negativity on Shaquill and bring him down. So I made sure I was always positive around him. I never talked to him about how I was feeling those first three years.

The lowest of the lows was probably the summer before my third season, when the coaches had most of the guys stay in Orlando to work out while other guys went home for the summer.

They kept Shaquill at UCF for the summer.

They sent me home to St. Petersburg.

It was the first time Shaquill and I had ever really been apart.

I spent that summer working with my dad and Andre. My dad has a tow truck, so I would wake up at 7 a.m. and go to work with him, towing cars. I would get off around 6 p.m. and go to my old high school to work out with the track team, then I'd meet up with Andre around 8 p.m. and work with him until midnight, cleaning offices at the local Chevy dealership.

I did that every day, Monday through Saturday, for the entire summer.

I remember one time, when I was working with my dad, we towed this one guy's car, and when we dropped it off, the guy pulled a five-dollar bill out of his pocket and went to hand it to me. But before I took it, he pulled it back and ripped it in half. He gave me one half and put the other half back in his pocket. I didn't know if I was supposed to laugh or if I should have been mad. I just kind of looked at the guy.

He looked back at me and said, "Keep on working, son. Because nothing comes easy."

I still have that ripped-up five-dollar bill somewhere at my parents' house because I never want to forget what that guy said to me that day - it was the same thing my dad always used to say when I was a kid.
Nothing comes easy.
And looking back, at the time, I think I needed to be reminded of that. Because if sitting in my dorm room alone and watching games on my laptop was a low point, towing cars and cleaning out trash cans in those office cubicles at night was even worse.

Honestly, that summer was the first and only time since I was a little kid jumping hurdles and trying to catch rockets from my dad in the backyard that I thought about quitting football.

Those were pretty dark times for me.

Then, after I went back to UCF for my third season and we went 0-12, Coach Frost came in and brought me back into the light.

You probably know what happened next: Over the next two seasons, Coach Frost turned an 0-12 program into an undefeated, national championship team. (That's right, I said national championship team. And nobody can convince me otherwise.)

Along the way, he gave me the opportunity I had been waiting for ever since I first arrived at UCF.

And I took advantage of it.

I think that what I did on the field, especially this past season, speaks for itself. So I don't feel like I need to get into all that. I'll let the tape do the talking.

Besides, I don't define myself by my successes.

I define myself by adversity, and how I've persevered.

I don't sleep in my jersey the night before games anymore. But I did sleep at the football facility for basically the whole preseason camp this last season. I went out and bought a blow-up mattress and a comforter, and then I went to Publix and stocked up on drinks and snacks and stuff so I had everything I needed. And instead of going back and forth to my dorm during camp, I slept at the football facility and lifted weights and watched extra film at night.

I just knew it was going to be my last camp at UCF, so I wanted to get the full experience, you know?

I just think that as guys progress through their football careers, they start thinking about the game differently. They start thinking about getting their college paid for, or making it to the NFL so they can take care of their families. They start looking at it as a job - and they should, because to excel at the highest levels, you have to take the game seriously. It's a big responsibility.

But I think some guys forget about why they started playing back when they were kids - how they loved the game so much that they'd sleep in their jersey the night before a game.

I started playing football because I loved it. And yeah, just like anybody else, my view of the game has definitely changed as I've gotten older.

But it hasn't turned into a job or an obligation.

I feel like all the boys and girls out there with birth defects ... we have our own little nation, and we've got to support each other.

I've had people doubt me my whole life, and I know that there are a lot of kids out there with various deformities or birth defects or whatever labels people want to put on them, and they're going to be doubted, too. And I'm convinced that God has put me on this earth for a reason, and that reason is to show people that it doesn't matter what anybody else says, because people are going to doubt you regardless. That's a fact of life for everybody, but especially for those with birth defects or other so-called disabilities.

I know there are some scouts and coaches - and even some of you GMs out there - who are probably doubting me, and that's O.K. I get it. I only have one hand, and because of that, there have always been people who have questioned whether or not I could play this game.

And if one you're of those who is doubting me ... well, I want to thank you, too. Because you're what keeps me motivated every day to work hard and play even harder.

Back when I was eight years old, I played because I loved the game. I still do. But now, I also play because I believe it's my purpose. I know that it won't come easy. Nothing comes easy But I fulfill that purpose. I have no doubt.

Shaquem Griffin University of Central Florida 2017 National Champions (13-0)

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A Letter to NFL GMs | By Shaquem Griffin

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Everything you need to know about me you can learn by going back to when I was eight years old. So let me take you there. So the next morning, when we got to the field - since it was youth football and there were weight restrictions - we had to weigh in.

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This article is about a football player that was recruited by Florida State at the young age of 14 . The player Derwin James wanted to show he was fully committed to the school he decide to get a tattoo of the schools logo letting the people now he was committed . People who like football will like this article.

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I get asked about one particular tattoo of mine all the time. It's on my left arm, and I got it when I was in ninth grade. Here's a picture:

When people found out about it during the recruiting process, they kind of poked fun at me. They compared it to how Reuben Foster got an Auburn tattoo in high school before eventually signing with Alabama. Even when my mom first saw it, she said that I had be committed to FSU.

I can understand why getting a tattoo like that would maybe surprise people, but to me, it wasn't a very tough decision. I didn't worry about whether my loyalty to FSU would eventually fade. That's because before I was ever offered a scholarship or before I even played a down of organized football, I was committed to Florida State - 100% solid.

For me, it always started with the spear.

My earliest memory of watching FSU was when I was around five years old, sitting in the living room with my mom and my stepdad. The first thing that caught my attention was the spear. What I remember is being completely in awe as I watched Chief Osceola ride out on a horse towards midfield to the steady beat of drums. The crowd got louder and louder the closer he got, and then all at once, his horse lifted its front legs as Chief Osceola planted the spear right in the center of the logo. Then you could see the camera shake from all the noise in the stadium. It had nothing to do with football, but it just left this huge impression on me. It was one of the coolest things I'd ever seen.

And that's when I knew.

As I was growing up, FSU became a bigger and bigger part of my identity. Nobody had to guess what my team was - I was always wearing some kind of Seminoles gear everywhere I went. I had garnet and gold all over my bedroom. And from the time I first started playing Pop Warner, I'd tell any teammate who would listen that I was going to play at Florida State one day.

Some people would hear that and dismiss it as a pipe dream. Barely anybody where I'm from made it to college at all, much less earned a scholarship to play ball. So I think that by being vocal about my dream of one day playing here and then going to the NFL, I was almost trying to speak it into existence. When I said it out loud, it didn't seem as insurmountable - even if I did get a few side eyes from people.

Then, after one of my Little League games the summer leading into ninth grade, Coach Fisher and Coach Odell invited me to a junior day in Tallahassee. It completely blew my mind to be honest. It seemed like a dream. I was only 14 years old. Nobody had started recruiting me yet. I didn't even know I was on the radar. I wasn't a junior. I wasn't even a freshman yet.

This was in February of 2012. At the time, I was mostly just excited to get to check out the campus since I'd only seen it on TV. That's all I was really expecting out of the trip - getting to experience Tallahassee for the first time with my dad. But that all changed when I got called into Coach Fisher's office while I was there.

Honestly, I was surprised he even wanted to talk with me. There were a bunch of blue chip recruits on visiting campus at the time, and I hadn't even played a single snap of high school football yet. What would we even talk about? But what you learn about Coach Fisher is that he has a way of pulling the conversation out of you. We ended up speaking in his office for about 30 minutes. But, honestly, I was so young and such a fan that I don't think I really understood what he was trying to tell me. I was just kind of thinking, Am I really here right now? Is this actually happening?

It wasn't until we left Coach Fisher's office and met with Coach Odell that it actually registered what had gone down.

My head was still kind of spinning when Coach Odell said, "You know he just offered you a full scholarship, right?"

Even then, it still took me a second to really get it. At that age, I didn't even really understand how offers worked or anything. I almost had to do a double take right then, like, Wait, for real?

It was the first scholarship I was ever offered, and it was the only one I needed.

I walked right back into Coach Fisher's office and without really having to think twice, I committed on the spot.

I had always known deep down that I was going to attend Florida State one day - but now, it was official.

It's only after all these years later that I fully appreciate the opportunity that the coaching staff trusted me with.

Like I was saying, I come from a neighborhood where not a lot of people make it out. There's a lot of really good kids, but they just don't get the opportunities they need to excel. Not many of them ever really get to think about the future because they're just worried about making it from day to day.

There are certain distractions that might have knocked me off my path, but having that scholarship to my dream school waiting for me gave me a different kind of focus throughout high school. I knew I had a microscope on me, and all of my decisions were made through the lens of whether it would affect my scholarship. It wasn't just about playing football at Florida State, but I wanted the opportunity to become the first person in my family to attend college.

The coaches taking a chance by offering me at such a young age gave me all the motivation I ever needed to become the player they believed I was. It made me feel like, no matter how big my dreams were, they weren't dumb. I knew I was working towards something bigger.

It seems like I was always destined to play football for a living one day. Even my first word as a child was . When I was barely old enough to walk, my mom says, I used to jump out of my stroller anytime I spotted a ball in public. She used to have to chase me around the grocery store as I ran for imaginary touchdowns in the cereal aisle.

What Florida State offered me was a chance to grow and prepare myself for the next step. Deion Sanders, Antonio Cromartie, Xavier Rhodes, Jalen Ramsey and so many others over the years proved that, if you embraced the system here and did the right things here, playing at the next level wasn't a pipe dream. There was a proven road map.

Now, after a lot of prayer and plenty of conversations with my coaches and especially my teammates, I'm ready to begin preparing for my next chapter: becoming the next great Florida State DB in the NFL.

I feel extremely grateful that every person I spoke to supported my decision to begin my training immediately. They all know how much this program means to me and they saw firsthand how much it killed me to be away from the field when I injured my knee last year. It's hard to really believe I'll never wear that garnet and gold uniform again, but everyone I've reached out to has agreed that this is the best decision for me and my family.

But that doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye.

The first people I need to thank of course are my mom and my dad. They along with the rest of my family have been my rock, never letting me forget who I am and what I'm playing for. I'm only a couple of credits away from my criminology degree, and I can't wait to see you all watch me become the first person in our family to walk across that stage to accept my diploma - the first of many to come.

And of course I have to thank my teammates. The guys like Trey Marshall, my brother in the secondary, who pushed me to the limits and expected nothing less than 100% effort every single play. I wouldn't be the person I am today without your constant motivation. I'm never going to forget all the things we've experienced together on and off the field. I trust I'm going to be seeing a lot of you on Sundays, but I know I'm going to stay in touch with most of you every other day as well.

Then, there's the tremendous coaching staff. I feel prepared for whatever is next in life largely because of all the work they put into my personal growth. I can't thank Coach Kelly, Coach Odell, Coach Vic and the entire staff enough for all the lessons they have taught me not only as a player, but most notably as a man. I may have come here as a talented player, but they taught me that talent wasn't enough. It needs to be balanced out by maturity or else it can be wasted. So because of them, I leave FSU understanding the importance of not only being great in between the lines but being just as great off the field.

And finally, thank you to Coach Fisher. For everything. Throughout my time here, you showed me how to handle success and more importantly, how to handle adversity. I have nothing but great things to say about how you coached and mentored me since that first meeting we had all those years ago. I know I'll always feel nothing but love for you, coach.

Except if we ever happen to face you in a bowl game 😈

As I move on, one truth I've always known about FSU seems clearer than ever. This program is special not because of any one player or coach. It's not about any particular scheme or strategy. It's still all about that spear. That's the foundation of everything - since way before my time until long after I'm done playing. Florida State football was built on a culture created by a lot of amazing players, coaches and especially fans. None of that has changed. It never will.

The opportunity to follow in the footsteps of all the legendary guys who have worn this uniform is an honor I'll always treasure, regardless of what comes next.

I'm always going to have the Seminole logo proudly displayed on my arm, but the impression that the past three years have left on me is something that can't be seen. But it most definitely will never be forgotten.

Sincerely, to everybody who helped guide me to this point, thank you.

It truly takes a village, and I am forever grateful to you all.

Go Noles - forever,

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