So why do I know about the ruble? Because of garanya since childhood I loved to read, perhaps because he saw the father and mother who likes to read. And I became to find the book. About the Russian family. I forget the title. But I hope all the books I read was Anne Frank's diary is very famous. Unfortunately not! Because the author is not named Anne, although her story is similar.
He hid in a warehouse along with his brothers and his parents. Besides them there are neighbors who have twin girls. Hiding a suspenseful story that is always inscribed in the memory. How fearful the sound of shoes of the soldiers. How much they hunger for money and food supplies are diminishing. Also when the soldiers finally caught their hiding place. And ... hmmm ... because there are girls, they became casualties of salvation. The whole barn survived. Though of course it's my time "the faint" between understanding and not, why these two girls are always frightened every taken away and returned with sobbing the next day. His name is also 3rd grader elementary school ^ _ ^
The book includes a light because I also read a magazine Horizon is very heavy for my size. Each short story I completed a minimum of one month since I've read repeatedly. Paragraph by paragraph, repeated again and so on until understood. Short story I most remember the title "Leak", whoever its author. But I read over and over again to feel the tension reading about the ghost who believed the people of Bali.
Fortunately, the father bought me a comic Mahabharata and the Ramayana written by RA Kosasih. The series of comics that I memorized perkata said, because of frequent read. Before buying the next series the father was often tested the contents of the previous comics. So I have to get ready. Same spirit as when facing school exams.
Another unique story of the act of reading is when the month of Ramadan arrives. Friends in our village, Sukabumi through hunger and thirst by reading kungfu Kho Ping Hoo. Dikala I was not Muslim, but to fast and go deep in the little books mengadiksi to not feel the time sunset comes. READY ... .. breaking the fast, and I also gained to the home run to break the fast.
Unfortunately or fortunately my uncle, the late Heribertus Harinto former journalist who happened to Compass and Voice Reform are less pleased, he supplies the book by Ernest Hemingway, called The Old Man and the Sea. Less fun, perhaps because at the age selabil I liked the book a rather primitive or contain elements of horror or cause curiosity. Fortunately uncle also gave a book titled A single bouquet of Hector Malot Kara that I read until almost memorized outside the head.
Another book that should not be missed is the Santa Maria Goretti book nonfiction book about a beautiful girl who died fighting for the honor that was about to ripped her neighbors. Maybe that's the book that inspired the late father so I was given the same name as the prayer I hope he's as pretty and behave as good as the Santa Maria Goretti.
Unfortunately, my behavior can not be as white as snow. It's because I found the book Motinggo Boesje. The title? Maybe "Retno Lestari", because I forgot. Just try to guess from the title essay Motinggo Boesje row, where the books that taught me about sex? But the title does not really matter. Because I remember the story is about two young families who were very friendly. Starting the second wife tell each other about the ability of each husband in bed. Apparently the greatness of a husband who is capable of repeatedly overnight envy of the wife who has a husband is only capable of "all night".
So began the adventures of the wife who wants to taste more than once with a sexy dress. Pretending to want to seek advice but comes with a shirt that shows half of the breasts and wet lips. Well .... Well ... I'm confused. Confused and excited, eager to open the next page and find out what else happens. Unfortunately ... ... ... ... ... gubrakkkk youngest brother who is learning to crawl down. Yes, I do have to read a book while being told to the mother forbidden. Outright impossible. And unfortunately again, my mother told me when he's not traveling far, only to meet guests. So when he saw the younger brother fell backward off the bed and open Boesje Motinggo book on pillows, no doubt ibundapun shouted: Mariaaaaa ... ... ... ... ... .. ! ^ _ ^
Why do I think that book taught me about sex? Because there is indeed no one has explained about sex. It was only in eighth grade, we were herded into the classroom. Split his time between girls and boys. Then Sister mentors who happened concurrently serves as the Teacher of Religion and Head of School explained about sex. How does the female anatomy. How does the male anatomy. How fertilization and so on and so on ... ... ... .... The lesson was too late because in 2nd grade junior high school almost all girls are menstruating.
Fortunately in the junior high despite a mutual crush on but no one has a real courtship. If not, I do not know what happened. And lucky too in that period there has been no cell phone to spread the lessons via video porn perverted sex. Fortunately the latter is, in the SMP us crazy about reading the book by Karl May. Fascinated by the skills of knowing arrival Winnetou enemies or friends just by reading the trail and then forced to read Kara Ben Nemsi as Old Shatterhand explore corners of the Balkans with his wife
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