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by (shelved 23 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.96 — 2,349 ratings — published 2011

by (shelved 15 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.29 — 6,805 ratings — published 2008

by (shelved 15 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.95 — 5,132 ratings — published 1995

by (shelved 14 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.83 — 1,171,276 ratings — published -700

by (shelved 13 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.15 — 155,902 ratings — published 2021

by (shelved 11 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.22 — 1,310,061 ratings — published 2018

by (shelved 10 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.01 — 45,830 ratings — published 1958

by (shelved 9 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.17 — 599 ratings — published 1998

by (shelved 9 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.31 — 1,917,365 ratings — published 2011

by (shelved 9 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.89 — 1,094 ratings — published 2006

by (shelved 9 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.06 — 10,473 ratings — published 1964

by (shelved 8 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.33 — 1,307 ratings — published 1949

by (shelved 8 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.15 — 4,210 ratings — published 2011

by (shelved 7 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.06 — 79,057 ratings — published 2015

by (shelved 7 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.05 — 452,193 ratings — published 2011

by (shelved 7 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.17 — 62,655 ratings — published 1956

by (shelved 7 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.03 — 92,233 ratings — published 1994

by (shelved 7 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.32 — 1,005,402 ratings — published 1846

by (shelved 7 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.03 — 57,638 ratings — published 1946

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.96 — 23 ratings — published

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.26 — 157,148 ratings — published 2017

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.87 — 141,412 ratings — published -19

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.88 — 52,611 ratings — published 2003

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.17 — 9,311 ratings — published 2014

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.93 — 501,559 ratings — published -800

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.23 — 176 ratings — published 2013

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.01 — 55,025 ratings — published -430

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.25 — 7,043 ratings — published 2005

by (shelved 6 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.16 — 326 ratings — published 1994

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.20 — 35,528 ratings — published 2012

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.95 — 4,634 ratings — published 2011

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.14 — 40,242 ratings — published 2006

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.89 — 41,958 ratings — published 1992

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.85 — 72,319 ratings — published 1996

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.88 — 63,066 ratings — published 2006

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.74 — 12,336 ratings — published 2014

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.00 — 82,349 ratings — published 1989

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.02 — 109,776 ratings — published 1979

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.96 — 10,159 ratings — published 1969

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.22 — 35,104 ratings — published 1951

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.24 — 72,361 ratings — published 1934

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.04 — 6,415 ratings — published 1956

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.63 — 603 ratings — published 2010

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.18 — 408 ratings — published 1950

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.91 — 367 ratings — published 2004

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.03 — 1,350,767 ratings — published 1942

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.89 — 431,625 ratings — published 1603

by (shelved 5 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.80 — 2,798 ratings — published 1953

by (shelved 4 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 4.95 — 20 ratings — published

by (shelved 4 times as mediterranean)
avg rating 3.56 — 6,000 ratings — published 2021
“He peeled the towel that imprisoned us away and let it fall. I felt it slide softly off my backside, and I felt, too, his rising excite¬ment, hard, erect, pressing against me.
My nipples were erect, straining, aching, pressed against his strong warm damp chest, the tangle and pattern of his hair. He was a beast, an animal. My excitement was rising again, to match his. It was as if my heart were about to burst or to flip flop, breathless, into a dark abyss.
“Of course, you are crazy, my darling, but, then, so am I.” He kissed me and his oh-so-clever hands seized my waist, tighten¬ing, and then sneaking up my backside, pulling me, pressing me closer, into him. He kissed me again, and his lips moved down my neck to my shoulder and then to my breasts.
“Oh,” I said, “Oh.”
He bent over me, kissing my collarbone and then my breasts, carefully, slowly, his hands traveling down my back, and over my backside; suddenly, he was on his knees, kissing the whorl of 101
my belly button; then he was forcing me open, gently, gently, his tongue exploring caressing, devouring …
“Oh …” I exhaled a deep, shuddering breath. I tipped on the very edge. He bit me, gently. Oooooh!
He pulled in the reins, the bit and bridle, of the frisky frothing filly that I had become; this sudden halt made me wilder, crazier; then, once again, he brought me, trembling, up to the very, very edge of the cliff – of orgasm, of loss of self.
Then he pulled me back. I blinked and trembled. Around the two of us, there was a whole world, a whole universe. It seemed too vivid to be real, like the backdrop in an opera. Venus was brighter and lower now. The sky had turned deep indigo. One by one, stars appeared.”
― The Shaming of Gwendoline C
My nipples were erect, straining, aching, pressed against his strong warm damp chest, the tangle and pattern of his hair. He was a beast, an animal. My excitement was rising again, to match his. It was as if my heart were about to burst or to flip flop, breathless, into a dark abyss.
“Of course, you are crazy, my darling, but, then, so am I.” He kissed me and his oh-so-clever hands seized my waist, tighten¬ing, and then sneaking up my backside, pulling me, pressing me closer, into him. He kissed me again, and his lips moved down my neck to my shoulder and then to my breasts.
“Oh,” I said, “Oh.”
He bent over me, kissing my collarbone and then my breasts, carefully, slowly, his hands traveling down my back, and over my backside; suddenly, he was on his knees, kissing the whorl of 101
my belly button; then he was forcing me open, gently, gently, his tongue exploring caressing, devouring …
“Oh …” I exhaled a deep, shuddering breath. I tipped on the very edge. He bit me, gently. Oooooh!
He pulled in the reins, the bit and bridle, of the frisky frothing filly that I had become; this sudden halt made me wilder, crazier; then, once again, he brought me, trembling, up to the very, very edge of the cliff – of orgasm, of loss of self.
Then he pulled me back. I blinked and trembled. Around the two of us, there was a whole world, a whole universe. It seemed too vivid to be real, like the backdrop in an opera. Venus was brighter and lower now. The sky had turned deep indigo. One by one, stars appeared.”
― The Shaming of Gwendoline C

“Newcomers to manuscripts sometimes ask what such books tell us about the societies that created them. At one level, these Gospel Books describe nothing, for they are not local chronicles but standard Latin translations of religious texts from far away. At the same time, this is itself extraordinarily revealing about Ireland. No one knows how literacy and Christianity had first reached the islands of Ireland, possibly through North Africa. This was clearly no primitive backwater but a civilization which could now read Latin, although never occupied by the Romans, and which was somehow familiar with the texts and artistic designs which have unambiguous parallels in the Coptic and Greek churches, such as carpet pages and Canon tables. Although the Book of Kells itself is as uniquely Irish as anything imaginable, it is a Mediterranean text and the pigments used in making it include orpiment, a yellow made from arsenic sulphide, exported from Italy, where it is found in volcanoes. There are clearly lines of trade and communication unknown to us.”
― Meetings with Remarkable Manuscripts
― Meetings with Remarkable Manuscripts