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Voy casi todos los días a esta biblioteca. Ya llevo más o menos dos años asistiendo con regularidad. Al principio me parecía magnífica y hermosa de lo grande que es, de lo silenciosa y tranquila. Luego, con el tiempo la ilusión fue decayendo hasta extinguirse. Ya no me siento cómoda yendo a este lugar. ¿La razón? Concurro la sala 2, a la que van mayormente habitantes de calle, o en sí personas con muy malos hábitos, ya ni modales tienen. Recientemente una señora se tiró dos o tres gases al LADO MÍO y siguió con sus cosas como si nada hubiera sucedido; las mesas a veces tienen mocos, a veces las dejan sucias las personas que se sientan en ellas para tener acceso al computador. Muchas veces han eructado, han tosido fuertísimo para que todo el mundo los escuchen, le suben el volumen al computador incomodando a las personas que están leyendo, inclusive han habido discusiones ahí mismo, hasta ha ido la policía una vez por un señor problemático. En los baños de los hombres escuché una vez a un señor haciendo fuerza para quitarse los mocos, seguramente en el lavamanos, un total asco. Cuando me he sentado en los sofás de la sala 2, he sentido hasta pulgas, le prestan los audífonos a habitantes de calle, algunos van con su costal. En el tercero y cuarto piso usualmente huele mal porque van personas que no se asean. En el quinto piso a veces dejan las mesas sucias luego de comer. DE HECHO, una semana atrás cuando ocupé un computador en la sala 3 para hacer mis actividades, un señor que estaba visitando a alguien que estaba al lado mío se burló de mí y me insultó únicamente por expresar que estaba alterando la paz de esas salas, pues para conversar en voz alta debería ir al quinto piso tranquilamente, y la vigilante que estaba ahí, no hizo nada. En general, se ha vuelto muy asqueroso, ya ni ganas me dan de ir, se me han quitado las ganas de ir a estudiar porque me da paranoia de tocar algo que otras personas tocaron con las manos sucias, en fin. Ya no lo recomiendo.

Éste hospital es de una gran infraestructura pero de qué le sirve si personal de enfermería y de seguridad son un verdadero " DESASTRE".La deshumanización y falta de profesionalismo hacia el paciente es notorio, no hay un manejo adecuado de la medicación formulada ; por el afán, desidia o mejor pereza preparan "cócteles" de fármacos para dárselos a los pacientes en horario que no corresponde, y ni hablar del personal de seguridad que impiden el ingreso al acompañante permanente de población vulnerable ( adulto@ mayor) donde se extravía la ficha y no responde el guarda de seguridad! ?.Trabas para todo.Esto es lamentablemente y reprochable!! que los médicos no se entiendan con los enfermero@s .0 comunicación entre las partes.Y el perjudicado el paciente. Señores Secretaria de salud, hay que poner " lupa" a esta situación, la salud de los pacientes no es un juego de mandos ni mucho menos un favor que se está pidiendo!!. Guerra ente el personal médico ( enfermero@ y doctores).Unos mandan, los otros desobedecen.

It is good but after a few weeks you get bored so 4 star ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Eh, not really worth going out of your way for. The cover is cute as a button which grabbed my attention in the library and why I checked it out. Julia seemed to have some sixth sense about the book and kept skirting around reading it until I put my foot down that we at least give it a try. I should have listened to my kid. First Mimi is born and Mimi, or, rather, MIMI is short for M'bewe Iecine Magalee Isabella. Now, is it just me or is it a tad bit hard to know how to pronounce those first two? I can work with the second one. But maybe a little help would have gone a ways with the first name? I probably butchered it when reading and since it came up about 8 times throughout the book one can probably guess how annoying this was. There are other words with no definitions or pronounciation given. Shekere and claves are two musical instruments. That's all we get. Well, what kind? What kind of music do they make? What ways can they be played? Where are they, if they are at all, portrayed in the illustrations? We do find out that 'lapas' are wraps of cloth, skirts in other words. So, MIMI goes to her Mom's dance class with her and the kids usually sit out for the most part. One day Natasha joins and Natasha is wearing all the funky, unmatching clothing (we never find out why this is after it's mentioned one time) and she's taking the class WITH her Mother. I don't get this part, MIMI says she looked pretty when the other girls get a little snotty but then makes a remark about her dancing being not great. Nothing is here with this. Just the remarks. Nothing as a filler so the reader can know the why. It falls flat. Natasha has a tutu that MIMI (annoying isn't it?) wants. Her family hooks her up with a lapa because that's what "suits" her. I take issue with this. Is this the only type of skirt that suits her? Can a tutu not suit her? Why? Because she's African? Instead of coming across as celebrating heritage it comes across as stereotypical. "Here MIMI, wea

When I saw this here on GR (or in BookPage - not sure now...) I immediately ordered it from my library. It's not often I find a book with 'Oma' and/or 'Opa' in it. Those two words are a part of Julia's every day vocabulary because this is what she calls my Mom and Dad, respectively. We read tons of books together and while we do read children's books with 'Mom-Mom', 'Pop-pop' and other various forms of the words, it still feels a bit strange to me since she's never used these words within our family. Julia has never said anything about it being weird for her but it's just different for me to read the words when I want Julia to relate. So, this got me excited. I don't know exactly what I was expecting but this wasn't it. It's not a bad book by a long shot, I just expected something a bit different. Oma's Quilt is about a little girl and her Mother who are helping the little girls Oma transition to a retirement/nursing home. The story begins in Oma's empty home with her and her Grand-daughter looking around, remembering. The story quickly goes into the family looking around the new retirement facility and the fact that Oma isn't exactly thrilled to pieces at where she is. She misses her old home on Maple St., she misses her neighbors, she misses cooking for herself, she misses much. While Oma is trying to get used to where she's currently living, Emily and her Mother are going through Oma's things to find what they want to keep and what they want to give away. At the end of the day they have one pile... the keep pile. Emily then finds a faded quilt hidden away in a box and she learns from her Mother that her Oma made the quilt - out of Opa's old shirts. This gives Emily the fantastic idea of making a new quilt for Oma - full of everything she loves from her old home. Emily and her Mother work for weeks on the quilt and finally give Oma her present. This brings me to the illustrations - Jorisch did a fabulous job on this book. The illustrations are what I

I need stories like this. Sometimes I hear stories that make me want to lose faith. And sometimes I find a story like this. I couldn't stop thinking the last few nights about an article I read about a "woman" who, because of anger towards her boyfriend, picked up his puppy and threw him or her out of a second story window. The dog didn't live. I suppose that was a blessing in itself. The boyfriend? Was he furious? Did he want the person responsible locked up? Punished? No. "She didn't mean it." That hurts. And I volunteer a lot of my (and my daughters) time to animal rescue. Dog rescue for the most part. We've seen a lot that hurts. So every once in awhile, when I'm really hitting bottom I need a story like this. One where a good cry is called for. Whether it involved human and animals or only one - doesn't matter. This happens to involved both. I remembered this title the other day (the day after reading the article mentioned above) and I ordered it from my library along with Owen & Mzee: The True Story Of A Remarkable Friendship which I'd heard of awhile back and just hadn't ordered. Turns out this was sitting at my library so I didn't have to wait for it to be moved. Good thing. How can people be so violent and angry and evil and animals be so pure and loving and giving? Aren't we supposed to be the evolved? The smartest? I think we're fooling ourselves. This story is about Tarra, a retired show elephant (don't get me started) and Bella, a stray dog. One can only wonder and guess what their lives before finding each other were like. IMO it's safe to assume both most likely met with horrors like most of us will never know. Bella wanders onto the TN. reserve that Tarra lives on and even though Tarra is somewhat of a loner (she didn't pair with a friend like the other elephants), after she wakes up to find this tiny (to her) dog sleeping with her, they become best friends. Literally. Tarra and Bella ate and drank together, they played together, they sl

I'll get to my own thoughts in a minute but I'd like to try to explain something if I may. I understand not everyone uses "foul" language. I acknowledge anyone's right not to use it. And at the same time, I think it's decent to expect the same amount of respect back. As far as I know (can imagine) this wasn't shoved in anyone's face. People picked it up, on their own, and read it. Because they were curious at the very least. Now, you'll never hear or read me tearing someone down for a rating or review that disagrees with mine. That kind of thing actually disgusts me. But I do want to just try to get some people to understand something here. Just because someone thinks (or says to themselves) 'fuck' when thinking of their child(ren) - that doesn't make them a bad parent. It doesn't mean they're saying it around their child(ren) or that they're going to murder them in their sleep. Let me tell everyone something - there is no better Mother on this entire earth than me. I love and respect my Mom with all my heart and even she isn't better than me - we're equal in that regard. I'm that good of a Mom ya'll. Seriously. I'm, like, way up the ladder on that list. (It might be the only one but damn it, it's the most important I say.) (And, just in case anyone thinks I'm 'tooting my own horn' - which is an expression I HATE - ask anyone who knows me and Julia and they'll tell you.) Anyway, I've thought, 'God, why won't this kid go the fuck to sleep?!' or 'Go the fuck to sleep already!!!!!' before. And guess what? I'm still the best Mother in the world. So, if your getting all high and mighty in your review or comment you're right lying or you need to relax. (IMO, and please don't take that wrong, I'm not trying to be mean.) Because after all, it's a word people. Just a word. Remember? "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me." Let's take a lesson from those darling little kids we all love so much. There are children being abused, molested

3.5 - I love books like this. And so, I really wanted to give this five stars. I wanted to love it and shout about it. Any book that teaches equality has a special place in my heart so when I saw this I was immediately excited. Jeannie Jackson's illustrations lend a lot to the story and they really fit just perfectly. On to Chuck Stone's story. Like I said, I love the premise. I think we need more books like this. Marcus is a great main character and someone even my daughter, who is a 5-year-old white girl, as opposed to a seven-year-old black boy, can relate to. What kid can't relate to running around a park and wanting to get near the squirrels? I love that the story is set in Fairmount Park - reading about a setting close to home is always a perk. Many of those who don't live in the area will have heard of Fairmount Park in some sense also. The story begins with Marcus introducing himself and telling of how his second-grade teacher tells her students to make new friends each year. Marcus is playing in Fairmount Park with some friends when he sees a black squirrel. Actually, he sees many squirrels, but only one black squirrel. Here is where the story, IMO, slides down the ladder a bit, beginning with the sentence, "Gee, wouldn't it be nice if I could talk to him?" My problem with this lies mainly in the fact that up until now the story was very realistic and matter of fact. A boy talking to a squirrel heads into a whole other realm. Not that either realm is necessarily "bad" but I personally don't like the mixing of the two. I prefer my stories (and Julia's by default) to stay along one path for the most part. After running away a few times Marcus gets close the squirrel stops to look at him and then..... asks him what he wants. The squirrel isn't the most friendly little guy ever in the beginning but I suppose that's to be expected. Marcus tells him that he's sorry, he just thinks he's cool because he's the only black squirrel Marcus has ever

Notice the lists I have this on. I saw this at the library and ever since our yellow Lab died a few summers ago (the first pet Julia lost in her short lifetime) I've been on the lookout for books about pets and heaven. Of course I noticed this was written by that cuckoo-crazy-bitch Browne but I still thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be alright. Yeah. So I never even started this with Julia because the book is filled with Browne's ideas presented as if it's fact. She "saw" this and she "felt" this. Well, quite frankly, I think she's a big fake and full of shit. I'd much rather my daughter decide for herself what to believe. I'm right here willing to help with that and I have to think that any parent who would get this for their own child, even if their beliefs line up directly with Browne's, would also be willing to help their child(ren) with the same. So..... the question is why get this book in the first place then? Why get a book where someone - anyone - actually tells things as "facts" when they in no way can be facts? If I say that I saw God in my living room last night and He sat and watched Law & Order that is not a fact. Browne doesn't have all bad ideas IMO. I'll say that. (She does have some though.) But who the hell is she to tell my child something she can't prove? I'm bewildered that there are five star ratings for this )even if it is only one or two). That scares me to be truthful. She says "when people die they see a tunnel... that leads to the Other Side." How in the living hell does she know this? Has she died? Is she dead? "Some go straight through, some hesitate... while still others decide not to go through and thus remain earthbound as ghosts." What the fizz-uck? How in the HELL can SHE KNOW this??????!!!!!! I want to know damnit. Oh, but animals don't hesitate - they always go right through in case you're wondering. Browne "witnessed" her dog "going home" because she supposedly saw a "magnificent swirl of white light."