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Can you love someone you can never touch?

Stella Grant likes to be in control - even though her totally out of control lungs have sent her in and out of the hospital most of her life. At this point, what Stella needs to control most is keeping herself away from anyone or anything that might pass along an infection and jeopardize the possibility of a lung transplant. Six feet apart. No exceptions.

The only thing Will Newman wants to be in control of is getting out of this hospital. He couldn’t care less about his treatments, or a fancy new clinical drug trial. Soon, he’ll turn eighteen and then he’ll be able to unplug all these machines and actually go see the world, not just its hospitals.

Will’s exactly what Stella needs to stay away from. If he so much as breathes on Stella she could lose her spot on the transplant list. Either one of them could die. The only way to stay alive is to stay apart. But suddenly six feet doesn’t feel like safety. It feels like punishment.

What if they could steal back just a little bit of the space their broken lungs have stolen from them? Would five feet apart really be so dangerous if it stops their hearts from breaking too?

Now streamlined and updated, the book that has literally put millions on the highway to greater accomplishment and success can show you how to have maximum impact as a speaker--every day, and in every situation that demands winning others over to your point of view.

"When a merchant's daughter has to go live in an old castle with a scary, hairy beast, romance is the last thing she expects. And who is the handsome prince who shows up in her dreams?"

Caterpillar longs to be able to fly! But all he can do is munch and crunch his way through a blackberry bush. When Butterfly comes along, she smiles a secret smile because she knows something Caterpillar doesn't! Whatever can it be?

This classic storybook is reimagined in a fun new pop-up edition – sure to delight toddlers!

عندما تقلب في أوراقك القديمة تجد الكثير من الهراء.. لكنك كذلك تجد بقايا أفكار ولمحات من خواطر فيها بعض اللحم.. عندما يخطر لك أن هذه القصاصات تصلح لشئ ما..
هل تصلح لقصة؟.. إنها أقصر من اللازم ولم تكتمل بعد.. يبدو الأمر كمن يجد مقبضاً صدناً فيبني قصراً كاملاً ليثبت هذا المقبض على أحد أبوابه..
هل تصلح لمقال؟.. ربما.. لكن عن أي شئ..
هل تصلح لقصيدة؟.. بالطبع لا.. نسيت أنك هجرت الشعر منذ عشرين عاماً، وصارت القوافي بين يديك كالصخر الأصم لا يلين، ولا تأمل في أن يلين..
هل تصلح لبعثرتها كحوار على شفاه أبطالك؟.. أسوأ القصص طرأ هي التي تكتبها كي تضع فيها شيئاً لم تجد له مكاناُ آخر.. إنها تكون الافتعال بعينه..
هل تصلح للحرق؟
بالتأكيد.. لهذا خلقت ولهذا وجدت..