Mackie Darge -Lifting The Sky

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Dr Margaret Smith, Patricia Michalka - Is it Me Or My Hormones

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This widely acclaimed book is based on the question most asked by women who are experiencing physical and emotional changes in their middle years (ages 40 to 55). Experience has shown gynaecologist Dr Margaret Smith and psychotherapist Patricia Michalka that not all women need or want hormone therapy at this time and, indeed, not everything that happens at this time of life is due to hormones. In this book, the authors use women's experiences (including their own) to explain how to sort out the confusion caused by the interaction of hormones and life events.

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Dr. Janet Hall - Fear Free Children

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n this important contribution to managing children’s fears, psychologist Dr Janet Hall outlines how children’s anxieties are caused, and shows parents how to recognise and deal with both appropriate and inappropriate fears. She demonstrates why it is crucial that parents adopt the correct approach to helping their child overcome fear, as a wrong approach can actually exacerbate the problem.

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Helen Street - Life Overload

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Are you the type of person who starts a new sentence before finishing the old one? Who can’t sleep at night because the mind is ticking away with unfinished tasks? Who keeps working harder and harder only to have less and less spare time? Who is so busy ‘doing’ you have no time for ‘living’?

Then you may be suffering from Life Overload!

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Sven Hassel -The Commisar

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"Jesus, Jesus why is everybody always sneezin' and freezin' in this God-awful country, sniffles Porta. -Anybody know a cure for it? I feel as if hair's growin' out of the sides of my head, an' the germs've built a barbed-wire entanglement in my throat!
-A Russian grenade up your backside, or perhaps a Kalashnikov burst straight into your napper'd clear that cold away in a second, says Gregor, with a less than humorous laugh.

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Sven Hassel - The Bloody Road To Death

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"A rising and falling rumble sounds continuously, broken now and then by the chatter of machine guns. The earth beneath us seems to shiver like a dying animal…

As soon as we get the order to fall out, we drag ourselves into the huts and drop down half-dead. The company was supposed to have held Deadman's Heights for another three days, but the company has gone out of existence. The greater part of us lie in mass graves. The lucky ones are in the field hospital. Deadman's Heights are just what the name implies. A hell on earth for the living…"

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Sven Hassel - Comrades of War

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  "The brothel had been tidied up. There was no more dust on the rafters. Fresh girls had arrived. The big fish suspended over Madame´s table had disappeared. In its stead a bull´s head had been hung on the wall. Someone had hung a sheer stocking and a pair of light blue panties on one of the horns. They were left hanging there like a sort of trade mark.

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Sven Hassel - Reign of Hell

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"We were gathered outside the Krasinski Theatre, lost in contemplation of a photograph of two naked girls, when Tiny came lumbering excitedly up the road towards us.
-Hey! Look what I've got! he shouted.
We dragged our eyes reluctantly away from the photograph. Tiny was carrying a couple of squalling, spitting cats by the scuff of their necks.
-Food! said Porta, his face lighting up.
-Food be buggered, retorted Tiny. -These cats ain't food. These is racing cats.

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Sven Hassel - O.G.P.U. Prison

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"The Russian straddles an armchair and uses his machine-pistol like a scythe. He sweeps it round the big room. Plaster and the dirt of years explode from the walls.

The Pioneer Feldwebel remains standing for a fraction of a second, made visible by the muzzle flash of the Mpi. Then his body rockets backwards across a long table, on which freshly killed hens are lying. The rain of bullets pours into him, making his body twitch violently. He falls to the floor, taking the hens with him.

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Sven Hassel - Monte Casino

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"God! how it rained! It poured and poured. Everything was sopping. Our mucky rain-capes were long since wet through.
We were sitting under some trees in a sort of tent made by buttoning capes together. They were SS capes and better than ours and were relatively dry. Tiny had also put up his umbrella.

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