<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:41:52.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Biblogteka1</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-4204170161006669607</id><published>2010-09-22T20:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:25:34.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Biblogteka de 1º ESO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DEPARTAMENTO DE LINGUA E LITERATURA GALEGA E BIBLIOTECA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9IuF0Ip5SA/TpMwg8aOpAI/AAAAAAAAERM/__fOn9VLqnk/s1600/primeiro.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9IuF0Ip5SA/TpMwg8aOpAI/AAAAAAAAERM/__fOn9VLqnk/s400/primeiro.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Este é o caderno virtual do alumnado de 1º da ESO do IES SÁNCHEZ CANTÓN para facer os comentarios dos libros que figuran a continuación.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Non vos esquezades de poñer sempre o nome e o grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;CURSO 2011-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Coidado coa ortografía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-4204170161006669607?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/4204170161006669607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=4204170161006669607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/4204170161006669607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/4204170161006669607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2010/09/departamento-de-lingua-e-literatura.html' title='Biblogteka de 1º ESO'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9IuF0Ip5SA/TpMwg8aOpAI/AAAAAAAAERM/__fOn9VLqnk/s72-c/primeiro.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129738641959374</id><published>2006-10-20T00:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:47:02.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos por palabras, Agustín Fernández Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Contos por palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Agustín Fernández Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdwJSxjgNFY/TpMrP4aaanI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Vl3b8bJmQzQ/s1600/contos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdwJSxjgNFY/TpMrP4aaanI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Vl3b8bJmQzQ/s1600/contos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;No prólogo vemos como tamén nos xornais sae a xente corrente e as súas angurias, isto acontece nos anuncios por palabras. Cada relato está baseado nun anuncio destes. Desde o que procura a chave da felicidade ata o dono dunha axencia de contactos empeñado en procurarlle parella a un unicornio azul...&lt;br /&gt;Fermosos contos e moi imaxinativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129738641959374?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129738641959374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129738641959374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129738641959374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129738641959374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/contos-por-palabras-agustn-fernndez.html' title='Contos por palabras, Agustín Fernández Paz'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdwJSxjgNFY/TpMrP4aaanI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Vl3b8bJmQzQ/s72-c/contos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129647174272864</id><published>2006-10-20T00:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:47:30.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamádeme Simbad. Agustín Fernández Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo0EaB3lBI/AAAAAAAADho/_FTvgOnn--4/s1600/simbad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo0EaB3lBI/AAAAAAAADho/_FTvgOnn--4/s200/simbad.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Chamádeme Simbad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-size: large;"&gt;Francisco Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;O avó fai cousas raras. Esquécese de todo. Cámbialle o nome a todo o mundo. Incluso ao seu neto. Que se chama Paulo, pero que para o avó é Simbad o Mariñeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cadeiras son barcos e os piratas rodéanos por todas partes. E hai filibusteiros inimigos alí onde mires. Os adultos, coa súa mirada de adultos, non poden entender nada. Pero Paulo sí que comprende o avó. Porque é un neno con mirada de neno. El é o único que o entende. El é o único que, cando as cousas se poñan feas, vai saber como actuar. Paulo, ou Simbad o Mariñeiro, tanto ten, loitará contra a enfermidade do avó, contra dos adultos e, sobre todo, contra do egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;[presentación editorial]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129647174272864?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129647174272864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129647174272864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129647174272864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129647174272864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/trece-anos-de-branca-agustn-fernndez.html' title='Chamádeme Simbad. Agustín Fernández Paz'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo0EaB3lBI/AAAAAAAADho/_FTvgOnn--4/s72-c/simbad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129631442024122</id><published>2006-10-20T00:16:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:47:59.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Mornias. Lola González</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1697/4049/1600/mornias%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Os Mornias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Lola González&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCrQUWgxCP8/TpMrmAeoMkI/AAAAAAAAEP8/_QXtK6HC3-A/s1600/mornias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCrQUWgxCP8/TpMrmAeoMkI/AAAAAAAAEP8/_QXtK6HC3-A/s1600/mornias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Un mozote que traballa con Merlín escapa dun libro dun viaxante de comercio e topa cun grupo de nenos dunha vila inventada, os Mornias. Para lles demostrar a súa maxia converte a un deles en cabuxo e logo non consegue desfacer o feitizo e ten que voltar ao libro. Os nenos pasan diversas aventuras ata que volve o mozote que ten que invocar o mesmo Merlín. Conseguirá desfacer o encantamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129631442024122?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129631442024122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129631442024122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129631442024122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129631442024122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/lecturas-voluntarias-na-primeira.html' title='Os Mornias. Lola González'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCrQUWgxCP8/TpMrmAeoMkI/AAAAAAAAEP8/_QXtK6HC3-A/s72-c/mornias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129308837458283</id><published>2006-10-19T23:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:48:19.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos para Manuel. Mario Pereira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1697/4049/1600/711170/mobra2%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1697/4049/1600/contosp%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contos para Manuela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mario Pereira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAWHjRI00rg/TpMsC6GrWhI/AAAAAAAAEQA/le_XXVnY0tE/s1600/manuela.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAWHjRI00rg/TpMsC6GrWhI/AAAAAAAAEQA/le_XXVnY0tE/s1600/manuela.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Este libro está constituído por un conxunto de quince contos. Pártese dunha situación "estraña" e, desde ela, imaxínanse tres camiños para desenvolvela ou explicala, apurando ao máximo para chegar ao final. Ademais, é frecuente que os finais estean dispostos de xeito gradual, atendendo á dificultade de lectura. O libro complétase cunha especie de anexo titulado "Os meus finais preferidos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129308837458283?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129308837458283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129308837458283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129308837458283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129308837458283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/contos-para-manuela-mario-pereira.html' title='Contos para Manuel. Mario Pereira'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAWHjRI00rg/TpMsC6GrWhI/AAAAAAAAEQA/le_XXVnY0tE/s72-c/manuela.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129296059135220</id><published>2006-10-19T23:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:48:47.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prohibido casar papá. Fina Casalderrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1697/4049/1600/papag%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prohibido casar papá&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fina Casalderrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVSa4p4SuCM/TpMsn3YvdnI/AAAAAAAAEQE/AjulK5vgFqg/s1600/casar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVSa4p4SuCM/TpMsn3YvdnI/AAAAAAAAEQE/AjulK5vgFqg/s200/casar.jpg" width="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Protagonista unha rapaza, Elia, de catorce anos que está nun hospital operada de apendicite. Ademais vive a situación de que seu pai (viúvo desde hai catro anos) ten unha nova noiva coa quere casar, a ela cústalle aceptalo. El é profesor de instituto e escritor. Elia lembra os tempos felices coa nai, non pode aceptar que outra ocupe o seu lugar. Como a vida mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129296059135220?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129296059135220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129296059135220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129296059135220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129296059135220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/prohibido-casar-pap-fina-casalderrey.html' title='Prohibido casar papá. Fina Casalderrey'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVSa4p4SuCM/TpMsn3YvdnI/AAAAAAAAEQE/AjulK5vgFqg/s72-c/casar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-270052772570867999</id><published>2006-10-19T23:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:49:12.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O monstro das palabaras. María Reimónez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo3tejhAQI/AAAAAAAADhw/v421Xej2sPU/s1600/monstro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo3tejhAQI/AAAAAAAADhw/v421Xej2sPU/s200/monstro.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;O monstro das palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;María Reimóndez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font: medium 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;lba e Lela chegan unha miga máis tarde á escola e atópanse con que xa están sentados todos os nenos e nenas, mais ninguén fala; están como aparavados, só tatexan unhas palabras sinxelas. Nese momento chega a mestra, que axiña entende que ocorre e lles di que todo indica a chegada do monstro, un monstro que ela xa coñece porque estivo outras veces no seu lugar. Ante o abraio das nenas, a mestra descóbrelles que, en realidade, ela non é unha persoa “normal”, que ten centos de anos, é que unha gardadora de palabras. O monstro das palabras, novela de María Reimóndez, ilustrada por Iván Sende, propón aos lectores e lectoras de once anos en diante baixo a forma dun relato de intriga e aventura unha reflexión sobre o valor do patrimonio da lingua propia (o maior tesouro dos pobos) e a necesidade de defendela dos que a atacan. “A lingua é un ser vivo e está vivo nas bocas cando falamos e nos nosos cerebros cando pensamos” escribe unha das protagonistas desta novela de gran actualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663300;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo do título do libro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-270052772570867999?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/270052772570867999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=270052772570867999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/270052772570867999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/270052772570867999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-talismn-dos-drudas.html' title='O monstro das palabaras. María Reimónez'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo3tejhAQI/AAAAAAAADhw/v421Xej2sPU/s72-c/monstro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129279791556140</id><published>2006-10-19T23:15:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:49:49.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite que Wendy aprendeu a voar.  Andreu Martín</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;"&gt;A noite que Wendy aprendeu a voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Andreu Martín &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uguM6WJ8JVg/TpMs-ur6edI/AAAAAAAAEQM/GZ4TNePKrZ4/s1600/wendy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uguM6WJ8JVg/TpMs-ur6edI/AAAAAAAAEQM/GZ4TNePKrZ4/s1600/wendy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Libro que se le axiña, coma quen ve un capítulo dunha teleserie de policías, para quen lle gusten as series coma Los hombres de Paco. Roger e Wendy son dous policías barceloneses que se van enfrontar con perigosos asasinos e veranse envoltos en incribles situacións para resolveren un caso dun asasinato. Mesmo Wendy coñecerá a una nena bastante interesante. Todo a un ritmo trepidante que non dá tempo nin a respirar e coa vantaxe de que neste capítulo de teleserie non hai interrupcións para anuncios. Aquí é o lector o que marca os tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129279791556140?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129279791556140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129279791556140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129279791556140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129279791556140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/lecturas-voluntarias-na-segunda.html' title='A noite que Wendy aprendeu a voar.  Andreu Martín'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uguM6WJ8JVg/TpMs-ur6edI/AAAAAAAAEQM/GZ4TNePKrZ4/s72-c/wendy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-3687736079543512212</id><published>2006-10-19T23:12:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:50:10.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trece anos de Branca.   Agustín Fernández Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo4GzT1OMI/AAAAAAAADh4/zW_1p_SZJ_c/s1600/trece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo4GzT1OMI/AAAAAAAADh4/zW_1p_SZJ_c/s200/trece.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Trece anos de Branca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agustín Fernández Paz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Branca é unha rapaza chea de ilusións. Unha hepatite obrígaa a gardar cama durante uns meses, tempo que aproveita para facer un repaso das súas experiencias infantís. Un álbum cheo de fotografías evocará esas sensacións xa vividas. Ao mesmo tempo, Branca decátase de que deixa atrás unha parte importante da súa vida para dar paso á adolescencia. Polo media está Lois e algo haberá entre eles desde que unha vez se ven no pombal. Tamén está o seu irmán pequeno Daniel, e a súa amiga Raquel. Seu pai é o bibliotecario do centro, de aí o amor polos libros nesa familia. E hai unha profesora a Víbora que…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comenario sempre debaixo do libro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-3687736079543512212?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/3687736079543512212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=3687736079543512212' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/3687736079543512212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/3687736079543512212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/peter-pan-e-levita-escarlata-geraldine.html' title='Trece anos de Branca.   Agustín Fernández Paz'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo4GzT1OMI/AAAAAAAADh4/zW_1p_SZJ_c/s72-c/trece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129223004814823</id><published>2006-10-19T23:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:50:36.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ás de moscas para Anxo.  Fina Casalderrey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1697/4049/1600/asdemos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ás de moscas para Anxo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fina Casalderrey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hugERTMvEvE/TpMtQ1aXACI/AAAAAAAAEQU/xK-_3jK_50Y/s1600/mosca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hugERTMvEvE/TpMtQ1aXACI/AAAAAAAAEQU/xK-_3jK_50Y/s1600/mosca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Os protagonistas son neste libro nenos de sexto de primaria. Comeza coa solidariedade deles cun empresario secuestrado que se fixo famoso nos xornais grazas a unha nena, Estrela. Lembran como esa nena chega á escola, que era un pouco menos aguda que o resto e provocaba os risos. Boa parte da novela é o choque da inocencia da nena co resto e como se vai facendo querer por todos. Nun momento pensa que o secuestrado é seu pai e escapa da casa a un tellado para conseguir que o liberen. Esta acción farase moi sonada na prensa e provocará a solidariedade co empresario secuestrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129223004814823?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129223004814823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129223004814823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129223004814823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129223004814823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/s-de-moscas-para-anxo-fina-casalderrey.html' title='Ás de moscas para Anxo.  Fina Casalderrey'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hugERTMvEvE/TpMtQ1aXACI/AAAAAAAAEQU/xK-_3jK_50Y/s72-c/mosca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129203239017931</id><published>2006-10-19T23:04:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:51:09.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos en tempo real.  Ramiro J. Álvarez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filix.org/xove/imaxes/amigos.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.opacmeiga.rbgalicia.org/Portadas/84-8288-345-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666; font-family: arial;"&gt;Amigos en tempo real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ramiro J. Álvarez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIFXenv-fZk/TpMtjl-4z4I/AAAAAAAAEQc/Mp4FBNR6vaM/s1600/amigos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIFXenv-fZk/TpMtjl-4z4I/AAAAAAAAEQc/Mp4FBNR6vaM/s1600/amigos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663333; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O protagonista é Antón que ten unha perna ortopédica e xoga de porteiro de fútbol cos amigos, son bos rapaces e mesmo fallan para que el poida lucirse. En "o Mundo da Informática" nun chat coñece a unha rapaza mexicana sen amigos que cumpre doce anos o mesmo día ca el. Comeza entón unha amizade&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129203239017931?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129203239017931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129203239017931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129203239017931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129203239017931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/amigos-en-tempo-real-ramiro-j.html' title='Amigos en tempo real.  Ramiro J. Álvarez'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIFXenv-fZk/TpMtjl-4z4I/AAAAAAAAEQc/Mp4FBNR6vaM/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129126366147379</id><published>2006-10-19T22:52:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:51:33.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A expedición do Pacífico.  Marilar Aleixandre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.reddecompra.com/anuncios/imagen/6_01_16012007102421_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;A expedición do Pacífico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Marilar Aleixandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MA-BOSZK0o/TpMuJIDT--I/AAAAAAAAEQo/cncP6L_bRlQ/s1600/pacifico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MA-BOSZK0o/TpMuJIDT--I/AAAAAAAAEQo/cncP6L_bRlQ/s1600/pacifico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Relatada en primeira persoa, a novela conta, en dez capítulos, a historia dunha expedición polo Pacífico. Entre os oito científicos que a compoñen, atópase a protagonista, Emilia, unha rapaza que, para poder participar na viaxe, tense que disfrazar de neno.&lt;br /&gt;O relato, que abrangue dende 1867 -cando saen de España- ata 1871 -ano da chegada da expedición a Lisboa-, describe as aventuras dos viaxeiros dun xeito realista e verosímil. Abundan as referencias á historia e aos coñecementos relacionados coas ciencias da natureza e coa navegación. Paralelamente, asistimos a unha aventura interior: o cambio que se produce na protagonista, que inicia a viaxe con algo máis de doce anos e chega feita unha muller&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129126366147379?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129126366147379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129126366147379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129126366147379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129126366147379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/lecturas-voluntarias-na-terceira.html' title='A expedición do Pacífico.  Marilar Aleixandre'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MA-BOSZK0o/TpMuJIDT--I/AAAAAAAAEQo/cncP6L_bRlQ/s72-c/pacifico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129111445526287</id><published>2006-10-19T22:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:52:02.431+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De como o santo dos croques se fai peregrino.  Pepe Carballude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1697/4049/1600/decomo%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;De como o santo dos croques se fai peregrino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Pepe Carballude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aCdsbHuTsE/TpMuk5P6WKI/AAAAAAAAEQw/zYI4vgIS9h4/s1600/croques.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aCdsbHuTsE/TpMuk5P6WKI/AAAAAAAAEQw/zYI4vgIS9h4/s1600/croques.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O Mestre Máteo ten que facer o Camiño de Santiago e escapa do Pórtico da Gloria acompañado dun anxo trapalleiro que acaba perdendo parte das plumas, tamén da sombra dun cabalo (un dos bichos do pórtico). Polo medio uns policías que non cren nada do asunto...Historia divertida e ben contada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129111445526287?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129111445526287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129111445526287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129111445526287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129111445526287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/de-como-o-santo-dos-croques-se-fai.html' title='De como o santo dos croques se fai peregrino.  Pepe Carballude'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aCdsbHuTsE/TpMuk5P6WKI/AAAAAAAAEQw/zYI4vgIS9h4/s72-c/croques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129089334718467</id><published>2006-10-19T22:35:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:52:27.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Camiño perigoso.  Ánxela Loureiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filix.org/xove/imaxes/caminope.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1697/4049/1600/caminope%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Camiño perigoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ánxela Loureiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Ambiente medieval, un señor feudal moi malo, que escraviza os labregos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNnehAwFcF4/TpMu72FpCFI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/qHg-HfZgYBI/s1600/perigoso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNnehAwFcF4/TpMu72FpCFI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/qHg-HfZgYBI/s1600/perigoso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;A protagonista é unha rapaza que ve en perigo a súa familia, non sabe de seus pais e ten que coidar dos seus irmáns pequenos. Decide deixar os irmáns cunha veciña e meterse nunha serie de aventuras para dar cos seus pais. Disfrázase de mozo, faise amigo dunha compañía de actores e xente de circo, escapa dos soldados ata que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo do título do libro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129089334718467?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129089334718467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129089334718467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129089334718467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129089334718467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/intercambio-cun-ingls.html' title='Camiño perigoso.  Ánxela Loureiro'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNnehAwFcF4/TpMu72FpCFI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/qHg-HfZgYBI/s72-c/perigoso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129661793258824</id><published>2006-09-24T00:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:52:54.431+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intercambio cun inglés.  Christine Nöstlinger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oup.com/images/covers/84-9811-072-6.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1697/4049/1600/caminope%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Intercambio cun inglés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #663300;"&gt;Christine Nöstlinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNW76GS1yfs/TpMvPw2ewvI/AAAAAAAAERA/a46AQvFp9gI/s1600/ingles.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNW76GS1yfs/TpMvPw2ewvI/AAAAAAAAERA/a46AQvFp9gI/s1600/ingles.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Ollo: quen teña problemas co inglés ten ao final un vocabulario. Un neno de trece anos que non ten boas notas en inglés. A nai quere mandalo a Inglarerra. El négase e a cambio virá un rapaz inglés á casa. Os perxonaxes: Mary, a nai de Jasper, non quere ver a Jasper; Bille, a irma de Ewald (o protagonista); Jasper, o neno inglés. Jasper porque era moi desordenado, non facía caso nin se bañaba e gruñía cando alguén lle tocaba a súa colección de croios. Non hai ningún personaxe que se atranque e todos parecen divertidos. A nai de Ewald é unha obsesionada da limpeza, entra no cuarto de Jasper e encontra todo o cuarto desordenado, con cartóns de leite e latas de atún polo chan, manchas na alfombra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Comentario sempre debaixo do título do libro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129661793258824?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129661793258824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129661793258824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129661793258824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129661793258824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/camio-perigoso-nxela-loureiro.html' title='Intercambio cun inglés.  Christine Nöstlinger'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNW76GS1yfs/TpMvPw2ewvI/AAAAAAAAERA/a46AQvFp9gI/s72-c/ingles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-6150190321721549914</id><published>2006-09-23T19:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:53:19.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over.  Santiago Lopo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f70zT1vfhD0/Tmem2wCmVJI/AAAAAAAAD-U/SyCmtqhYHI4/s1600/gameover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f70zT1vfhD0/Tmem2wCmVJI/AAAAAAAAD-U/SyCmtqhYHI4/s1600/gameover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Game Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Santiago Lopo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 100%; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 3pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="GL" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Luís Carro é catedrático de Literatura Inglesa, casado e con dous fillos. Leva unha vida normal nunha cidade normal e cun traballo normal. Todo isto cambia cando os seus fillos o agasallan co Parallel City, un xogo de ordenador que causa furor, unha especie de Second Life. O xogador convértese nun cidadán dunha cibercidade, nunha xungla urbana onde só o máis forte, o máis listo consegue sobrevivir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 3pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="GL" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Luís Carro converterase nun dos mellores xogadores de Parallel City: rouba, mata...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 100%; margin-left: 5pt; margin-right: 3pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span lang="GL" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Os problemas para Luís comezan cando ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-6150190321721549914?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/6150190321721549914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=6150190321721549914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/6150190321721549914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/6150190321721549914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/09/game-over-santiago-lopo-luis-carro-e.html' title='Game Over.  Santiago Lopo'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f70zT1vfhD0/Tmem2wCmVJI/AAAAAAAAD-U/SyCmtqhYHI4/s72-c/gameover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-8073423927767972733</id><published>2006-09-22T19:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:53:51.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Megatoxos e o aprendiz de druída.  Anxo Fariña</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo_GSZrVOI/AAAAAAAADiA/xxH88WobOBY/s1600/druida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo_GSZrVOI/AAAAAAAADiA/xxH88WobOBY/s320/druida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Megatoxos e o aprendiz de druída&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Anxo Fariña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ruxe, Faísca, Ninfa e Lúa, compañeiros de escola, van compartir unha experiencia que mudará as súas vidas. A culpa tena un toxo moi especial que os levará a viaxar ao tempo e á terra dos celtas. Alí coñecerán o sorprendente mundo de Gael, pero tamén terán que enfrontarse ao terrorífico Drunxel. Vencerán cos seus poderes o malvado demo do corpo líquido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-8073423927767972733?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/8073423927767972733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=8073423927767972733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/8073423927767972733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/8073423927767972733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-megatoxos-e-o-aprendiz-de-druida.html' title='Os Megatoxos e o aprendiz de druída.  Anxo Fariña'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJo_GSZrVOI/AAAAAAAADiA/xxH88WobOBY/s72-c/druida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-116129817749873299</id><published>2006-05-14T01:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:54:41.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Megatoxos e a Espada Esmeralda. Anxo Fariña</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJpDlilkNUI/AAAAAAAADiY/ArvcD6YmWW4/s1600/espada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJpDlilkNUI/AAAAAAAADiY/ArvcD6YmWW4/s320/espada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'trebuchet MS',verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os Megatoxos e a Espada Esmeralda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'trebuchet MS',verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anxo Fariña&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'trebuchet MS',verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,verdana,sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nesta segunda novela de Anxo Fariña, os Megatoxos, ou o que é o mesmo, Ruxe, Lúa, Faísca e Ninfa embárcanse nunha nova aventura que os levará ao medievo na procura de solución a unha mutación xenética que fixo que por accidente desenvolveran estraños poderes. Alí atoparanse un antigo e misterioso mosteiro onde nada é o que parece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-116129817749873299?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/116129817749873299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=116129817749873299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129817749873299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/116129817749873299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/10/biblogteka-este-o-caderno-virtual-do.html' title='Os Megatoxos e a Espada Esmeralda. Anxo Fariña'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJpDlilkNUI/AAAAAAAADiY/ArvcD6YmWW4/s72-c/espada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-7928439008096488679</id><published>2006-04-12T19:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:55:07.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Megatoxos e os Templarios da Luz.  Anxo Fariña</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJpB_02cTJI/AAAAAAAADiQ/D2DiEkHOepE/s1600/luz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJpB_02cTJI/AAAAAAAADiQ/D2DiEkHOepE/s320/luz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os Megatoxos e os Templarios da Luz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anxo Fariña&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Para Ruxe, Ninfa, Lúa e Faísca, a vida non volverá a ser igual despois dos recentes acontecementos vividos. Algo tan inocente como unha viaxe de estudos coa clase vai transformarse, grazas a intervención dos xemelgos Ezbel e Exeria, nun inesperado pesadelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Os Megatoxos descubrirán que as redes dos misteriosos Templarios da Luz esténdense a todos os niveis e que, para a súa desgraza, están máis ligados á súa existencia do que lles gustaría aceptar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Uns descubrimentos que realizarán no pasado, no medio da Revolución Industrial en París, a cidade das luces. Alí terán que facer fronte a unha decisión na que, nun lado da balanza estará un ser querido e no outro, unha cidade enteira. Elixan o que elixan, o futuro non volverá a ser o mesmo.Para Ruxe, Ninfa, Lúa e Faísca, a vida non volverá a ser igual despois dos recentes acontecementos vividos. Algo tan inocente como unha viaxe de estudos coa clase vai transformarse, grazas a intervención dos xemelgos Ezbel e Exeria, nun inesperado pesadelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-7928439008096488679?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/7928439008096488679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=7928439008096488679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/7928439008096488679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/7928439008096488679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-megatoxos-e-os-templarios-da-luz.html' title='Os Megatoxos e os Templarios da Luz.  Anxo Fariña'/><author><name>MESTURAS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06812044204146789680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/SvCJ0l3ThUI/AAAAAAAAC3E/lIozB_mezsc/S220/escher33.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QzKV3UwqLrs/TJpB_02cTJI/AAAAAAAADiQ/D2DiEkHOepE/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36262618.post-8711094001185857318</id><published>2006-03-07T18:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:55:38.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os megatoxos e a cara oculta de Lúa.  Anxo Fariña</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQtF5CKF04/Tmej5cYSIXI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/O24ZLfk-Riw/s1600/megatoxos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pcQtF5CKF04/Tmej5cYSIXI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/O24ZLfk-Riw/s1600/megatoxos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Os megatoxos e a cara oculta de Lúa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Anxo Fariña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Os Megatoxos son catro mozos que teñen que  compatibilizar as clases no instituto, cunha dobre vida que os impulsa a  viaxar na procura dunha cura para a súa mutación xenética, un cambio  provocado por unha planta moi especial, o Toxo. Esta planta mutante ten,  entre outras, a capacidade de viaxar no espazo e no tempo. Os  Megatoxos, en pasadas aventuras, estiveron na época Castrexa, na Idade  Media, e na Revolución industrial en París.  Todos os humanos teñen dúas caras: a luminosa e a escura. A primeira é a  que normalmente amosamos diante dos nosos semellantes, mais, as veces, o  demo interior pugna por saír á superficie. Que pasaría se esa vertente sinistra tomase o control? E se lle  acontecese a unha persoa cun alto potencial como Lúa? E se o poder do  Toxo complicase aínda máis a situación? O instituto dos Megatoxos cae en desgraza e unha horrible transformación  esténdese polo alumnado e mais o profesorado. Entrementres, en Venecia,  unha misteriosa raíña trata de dominar o mundo grazas ao poder do Toxo.  Os dous escenarios están intimamente ligados, e só os Megatoxos poden  resolver a crise que ameaza os dous mundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36262618-8711094001185857318?l=biblogtek1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/feeds/8711094001185857318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36262618&amp;postID=8711094001185857318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/8711094001185857318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36262618/posts/default/8711094001185857318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biblogtek1.blogspot.com/2006/03/os-megatoxos-e-cara-oculta-de-lua-anxo.html' title='Os megatoxos e a cara oculta de Lúa.  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