The Transmogrification Of Sydney Pellegrini

Author: Marlie Moses
Editor: iUniverse
ISBN: 0595231071
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When Pliv, who claimed to be a "Bulgarian," appeared in that travel agency office in 1993, no one could have predicted that Sydney would fall in love with him, or, more incredibly, he with her. From the start, Pliv was, let's say, different. For openers, he dressed like a doofus, didn't feel pain, and never seemed to eat. Also, he spoke perfect English but read at the first grade level. All Pliv wanted was someone to escort him to five U.S. cities in five days. The bizarre events that followed changed everyone. Forever. It seems safe to theorize that after reading The Transmogrification of Sydney Pellegrini, readers will begin to regard their microwave display panel as neither clock nor timer.
The Transmogrification of Sydney Pellegrini
Language: en
Pages: 312
Authors: Marlie Moses
Categories: Fiction
Type: BOOK - Published: 2002-07 - Publisher: iUniverse

When Pliv, who claimed to be a "Bulgarian," appeared in that travel agency office in 1993, no one could have predicted that Sydney would fall in love with him, or, more incredibly, he with her. From the start, Pliv was, let's say, different. For openers, he dressed like a doofus,
The Last Puzzle Piece
Language: en
Pages: 180
Authors: Marlie Moses, Genko Ganev
Categories: Biography & Autobiography
Type: BOOK - Published: 2006-07 - Publisher: iUniverse

Because Genko Ganev's parents chose not to join the Communist Party in Bulgaria, they were prohibited from the smallest hope of advancement for themselves or their only son. In fact, they "etched in his brain" the suggestion that he flee Bulgaria, even though they might never see him again if
The House of Music
Language: en
Pages: 220
Authors: Lois Wells Santalo
Categories: Fiction
Type: BOOK - Published: 2003-05-01 - Publisher:

"I found it spooky but intriguing, sharing a dream with a Viennese Opera Singer. Eager to have a peek at Phillipe Weintraub, I arrived at the opera early and waited with restless impatience for the performance to begin. As soon as the curtain went up, the spine-tingling aha hit me.