title: The Red Book: A Deliciously Unorthodox Approach to Igniting Your Divine Spark
author: Sera J. Beak
description: Beak, a religious scholar and writer for the <i>San Francisco Chronicle</i> Web site, sfgate.com, presents a brief but potent book focused on invigorating spirituality in the 20- or 30-something American woman. She vividly criticizes the patriarchal interpretation that has dominated most belief systems for centuries, and then quickly moves on to create her own feminist one. Beak encourages her female audience to do so as well, with their own "red book" modeled after hers, which was first given her as a birthday gift by her sister after their grandfather's death. Beak initially rejected the idea of keeping a journal, but soon found herself writing down prayers, recording dreams and in essence keeping a spiritual scrapbook. Avoiding the typical sentimentality, Beak's vision is a modern, femme fatale spirituality. The book lives up to its "unorthodox" subtitle, advocating that young women search for the spiritual in all things, even sex (memorably in a chapter called "Open Up and Say Ahh"). Beak calls herself a "spiritual cowgirl," taking her readers along for the ride. Her writing is probably too brazen for more conservative spiritual readers, but she displays poignant insights throughout<i>. (June 16)</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  **CATCHING FIRE**
  
   **The Hunger Games Book 2**
  
   **Suzanne Collins**
  
   **Table of Contents**
  
   **PART 1 – THE SPARK**
  
  Chapter 1
  
  Chapter 2
  
  Chapter 3
  
  Chapter 4
  
  Chapter 5
  
  Chapter 6
  
  Chapter 7
  
  Chapter 8
  
  Chapter 9
  
   **PART 2 – THE QUELL**
  
  Chapter 10
  
  Chapter 11
  
  Chapter 12
  
  Chapter 13
  
  Chapter 14
  
  Chapter 15
  
  Chapter 16
  
  Chapter 17
  
  Chapter 18
  
   **PART 3 – THE ENEMY**
  
  Chapter 19
  
  Chapter 20
  
  Chapter 21
  
  Chapter 22
  
  Chapter 23
  
  Chapter 24
  
  Chapter 25
  
  Chapter 26
  
  Chapter 27
  
    
  
   **PART I**
  
   **“THE SPARK”**
  
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  I clasp the flask between my hands even though the warmth from the tea has
  long since leached into the frozen air. My muscles are clenched tight against
  the cold. If a pack of wild dogs were to appear at this moment, the odds of
  scaling a tree before they attacked are not in my favor. I should get up, move
  around, and work the stiffness from my limbs. But instead I sit, as motionless
  as the rock beneath me, while the d