Stunning #11 - Capítulos 1-4

ACTUALIZADO - 21/8 - Capítulos 2, 3 y 4.

Ya te hemos dejado el prólogo del 11º libro de la saga de Sara Shepard, hoy te traemos los PRIMEROS CAPÍTULOS del mismo.
Tal como el prólogo, están en inglés.

CAPÍTULO 1

CAPÍTULO 2

CAPÍTULO 3

CAPÍTULO 4

Mensajes de "A" con la salida a la venta de Stunning

El día 5 de junio salió a la venta "Stunning", el libro #11 de la saga de Sara Shepard que le dio nombre y vida a nuestra serie Pretty Little Liars, y tenemos 4 pistas de A, que indican en qué andan las Mentirosas esta vea. El acosador anónimo que se burla de Aria, Spencer, Hanna y Emily, envió 4 notas junto con 4 objetos misteriosas. ¿Podés adivinar qué les pasará a cada una de las chicas en Stunning con estas pistas?


Estos son los mensajes que le llegaron a cada una de las actrices que interpretan a las chicas en la serie, junto a la primera edición del libro, antes de que saliera a la venta al público:

A Shay Mitchell le llegó el siguiente mensaje para Emily, junto a un chupete:

Mi dulce, no-tan-inocente Emily... la cuna está a punto de caerse. -A

A Lucy Hale le llegó el siguiente mensaje para Aria, junto a un colgante con un corazón roto:

Lo que tu no novio no sabe no lo lastimará- pero vos lo harás. -A

A Ashley Benson le llegó el siguiente mensaje para Hanna, junto con un espejo:

¿Querés saber lo que se necesita para ser yo? Sólo mira en el espejo. -A

A Troian Bellisario le llegó el siguiente mensaje para Spencer, junto a un collar:

¿Qué tan alto lejos irías tratando de encajar con tus nuevos amigos, Spencer? -A

Como todavía no leí el libro #9, ni mucho menos el #10, no puedo imaginar ni pensar en algunas teorías sobre qué pueden vivir las chicas en el nuevo libro de la saga, pero muchos de ustedes seguramente sí, así que, sean libres de dejar sus comentarios en el foro -link sobre los libros- (NO en el facebook, ni acá, si van a dejar un comentario en facebook/blog sobre los libros, primero aclaren que contiene spoilers sobre ellos).

Fuente: Pretty Little Liars Libros.

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5 de Junio - ¡Por fin!

Como hemos dicho hace 2 meses, el día 5 de junio es un día hiper importante para los fans de Pretty Little Liars.


> Salió a la venta el libro Nº11 de la saga, titulado Stunning, en EEUU.
> Salió a la venta el DVD de la temporada 2, en EEUU.
> Comienza la temporada 3, en EEUU.


Todo en EEUU, la p*ta madre... pero como nos mata la ansiedad, en lugar de esperar a que la pasen por Boomerang, la miramos por internet.


Si querés mirar la maratón de la temporada 2, podés hacerlo en alguno de los links que tenemos en la sección EN VIVO. Desde las 12 del mediodía (Argentina), aproximadamente, están pasando episodios de la temporada pasada. Siendo las 18 hs., debe estar comenzando el episodio 2x23 "Eye of the Beholder".


Si querés ver en vivo el estreno de la temporada 3, también podés hacerlo desde alguno de los links de la sección EN VIVO, dado que esos links son canales que captan la señal de ABC Family, el canal estadounidense que televisa la serie.


Acordate de sintonizar alguno de esos links, todos los martes, a las 21 hs. Argentina, para poder ver los nuevos episodios de la nueva temporada de Pretty Little Liars, con un/a nuev@ "A" acechando a las chicas, con nuevos personajes, nuevas historias, nuevos dramas.


Después de mirar los episodios, entrá a nuestro FORO, en la sección dedicada a la Temporada 3, para debatir con todos los fans. Cada martes o miércoles (depende de sus tiempos) Martinique abrirá un tema relacionado al nuevo episodio para que cada uno pueda decir lo que quiera, descargar sus emociones, debatir teorías que surjan, y más...


Aclaramos que para verlos con subtítulos deben esperar al día siguiente, para que las almas caritativas que invierten su tiempo en la realización de los subtítulos puedan ver el episodio original, traducir los diálogos, insertarlos en los videos y subirlos a la web. Además, esos canales levantan la señal en vivo y en directo, así que es imposible que tenga subtítulos, ¿no?. Y como siempre, haremos un post en nuestro sitio web, con TODOS los links que encontremos para que lo puedan ver con/sin subtítulos y descargar.

Tweet chat exclusivo con "A"

Como todos sabemos, el libro Nº11 de la saga de Sara Shepard, saldrá a la venta el día 5 de junio (el mismo día en que sale la temporada 3 y en que sale a la venta el DVD de la temporada 2).


La novedad es que "A" saldrá de entre las sombras para twitear con los fans sobre Stunning el día LUNES 4 de JUNIO a las 18.30 hs. (ARG) - si no hice mal la cuenta es ese horario, por las dudas les dejo el horario oficial: 5.30pm EST / 2.30 pm PST.

Preguntas como "¿quién sos?" es obvio que no las va a responder -pero esta es tu oportunidad de preguntarle a A sobre qué ha hecho y qué tiene planeado para las Mentirosas en los libros de PLL, así que ¡no te lo pierdas!


AGENDÁ
¿Qué?: Un chat exclusivo con A.
¿Dónde?: @littleliars en twitter.
¿Cuándo?: LUNES 4 de JUNIO a las 18.30 hs. (ARG).
¿Quién?: La autora de la saga PLL, Sara Shepard, twiteando como A -el/la villan@ que creó.


Fuente: Página Oficial.

Stunning - otro fragmento

Previously on Pretty Little Liars Argentina (?), le dejamos unos fragmentos del prólogo del Libro 11 de la saga, titulado Stunning. Si aún no los leíste, podés hacerlo, clickeando acá, acá y acá.


Y ahora, Sara Shepard, twitteó la última parte de lo que sería el prólogo.

the final installment of the STUNNING prologue! check out prettylittleliars.com for chapters 1, 2, 3, and (cont) tl.gd/hhu4lg

— Sara Shepard (@sarabooks) mayo 24, 2012

Emily’s phone rang again, and Gayle’s name flashed on the screen. She dropped it in her bag. “Come on, Aria.”
Aria hefted the baby seat higher into her arms, and both girls staggered across the front lawn. Dew squished under their feet. They narrowly missed a sprinkler head jutting out of the earth. When they climbed onto the porch, they noticed a cheerful wooden rocking chair and a ceramic dog dish that said Golden Retrievers Welcome.

“Aw.” Aria pointed to it. “Golden Retrievers are awesome.”

“They told me they have two Golden Retriever puppies.” Emily’s voice shook. “I’ve always wanted one of those.”

Aria watched as a million emotions passed across her friend’s face in a split second. She reached over and squeezed Emily’s hand. “Are you okay?” There was so much to say, but no words with which to say it.

Then Emily’s expression hardened again. “Of course,” she said through her teeth. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the baby carrier from Aria and set it on the porch. The baby made a squeak. Emily glanced over her shoulder and looked at the street. Aria’s Subaru idled at the curb. Something slipped into the shadows near the hedge. For a split second, she thought it was a person, but then her eyes blurred. It was probably the drugs that were still racing through her system.
Even though it made her incision hurt like hell, Emily bent down and pulled out a copy of the baby’s birth certificate and the letter she had scribbled down shortly before going into the hospital and tucked it into the top of the baby carrier. Hopefully, it explained everything. Hopefully, the Bakers would understand and love this baby with all their hearts. She touched the baby’s forehead, letting her fingers trail across her impossibly soft cheeks. Her heart felt like it was bursting into a thousand pieces. It’s for the best, a voice inside her said. You know that.
Emily pressed the doorbell. Within seconds, a light flipped on inside, and there were two sets of footsteps. Aria grabbed Emily’s hand, and they hobbled for the car. The front door opened just as they were putting on their seat belts. A silhouette stood at the threshold, first looking out, and then looking down at the abandoned baby seat…and at the baby inside.
“Drive,” Emily growled.

Aria zoomed into the night. As she rounded the first corner, she glanced at Emily in the rear-view mirror. “It’s okay.”
Hanna placed her hand on her arm next. Spencer twisted around and squeezed her knee. Emily crumpled and started to sob, first quietly, then in huge, heaving gasps. Everyone’s hearts broke for her, but no one knew what to say. This was yet another devastating secret in a long list of secrets they had to keep, along with Jamaica, what happened to Spencer at Penn, what happened to Aria in Iceland, and what happened to Hanna with that car this summer. At least A was gone—they’d made sure of that. What they’d done might have been terrible and devastating, but at least no one would ever know.
They shouldn’t be so sure about that, though. After all that had happened, they should know to trust their premonitions, to treat to those phantom laughs and rouge shadows with the utmost of seriousness. Someone had been there that night, after all. Watching. Studying. Plotting.
Someone was dying to use all of this against them.

Además, dice que para leer los primero 4 capítulos del libro, ingresemos a http://www.prettylittleliars.com.

Stunning - un poco más...

En otro post le habíamos dejado algunos fragmentos del libro Stunning, el #11 de la saga. Hoy, Sara Shepard twitteó más!

Emily’s phone bleated again. Gayle. A beep followed. Six new voicemail messages, the screen announced. (cont) tl.gd/hh8h99

— Sara Shepard (@sarabooks) mayo 23, 2012

By the sixth message, Gayle had figured it out. “This was a set-up, wasn’t it?” she growled. “You had (cont) tl.gd/hh8hg2

— Sara Shepard (@sarabooks) mayo 23, 2012

Emily’s phone bleated again. Gayle. A beep followed. Six new voicemail messages, the screen announced.

“Maybe you should listen to those,” Hanna whispered.
Emily shook her head, her lips trembling.
“Put the call on speaker,” Aria suggested. “We’ll listen with you.”

Drawing her bottom lip into her mouth, Emily did as she was told and played the first message. “Heather, it’s Gayle,” a harsh voice blared through the car. “You haven’t returned my calls in days, and I’m worried. You didn’t have the baby a few days early, did you? Were there some complications? I’m calling Jefferson to make sure.”

“Who’s Heather?” Spencer whispered nervously.

“It’s the fake name I gave everyone this summer,” Emily said. “I even applied for my job under the name using a fake ID I bought on South Street. I didn’t want anyone making the connection that I was Alison DiLaurentis’s best friend. Someone might have told the press I was pregnant, and then my parents would’ve found out.” She stared at her phone. “God, she sounds really pissed.”

Gayle’s second message followed. “Heather, it’s Gayle again. Okay, I called Jefferson—that is where you’ve scheduled your C-section, right? No one on the staff will tell me what’s going on. Can you please pick up and tell me where the hell you are?”

The tones of the third and fourth messages from Gayle increased in intensity and frustration. “Okay, I’m at Jefferson now,” Gayle said in the fifth message. “I just talked to an orderly, and they didn’t have any record of anyone named Heather in the maternity ward, but then I described what you looked like and she said you are here. Why didn’t you call me? Where the hell is the baby?”

“What do you want to bet she bribed the orderly?” Emily murmured. “So much for checking in under my real name to throw Gayle off the scent.” Checking in under Emily Fields had been a risk—even though Emily gave a PO Box in Philly as her address and planned to use her babysitting savings to pay the hospital bill, what if, for some reason, her parents called Jefferson and found out she’d been there? But since Gayle knew her only as Heather, using her real name seemed like an easy way to momentarily confuse her.

By the sixth message, Gayle had figured it out. “This was a set-up, wasn’t it?” she growled. “You had the baby and you left, didn’t you? Was this your plan all along, bitch? Did you plan to scam me from the start? Do you think I give out fifty-thousand-dollars to just anyone? Do you think I’m an idiot? I’m going to find you. I’m going to hunt you and that baby down, and then you’ll be sorry.”
“Whoa,” Aria whispered.

“Oh my God.” Emily flipped her phone closed. “I should have never promised her anything. I know we gave it back, but I should have never taken her money in the first place. She’s crazy. Now do you guys see why I’m doing this?”
“Of course we do,” Aria said quietly.
The infant started to whimper. Emily stroked her tiny head, and then, steeling herself, pushed open the car door and stepped into the chilly air. “Let’s do this.”

“Em, don’t,” Aria opened her own door and grabbed Emily’s arm just as Emily toppled against the side of the car, clearly in pain. “The doctor said you shouldn’t strain, remember?”

“I need to get the baby to the Bakers,” Emily pointed woozily to the house.
Aria paused. A truck horn honked far in the distance. Over the sound of the car’s chugging engine, she thought she heard a brief, high-pitched laugh.

“Fine,” Aria decided. “But I’ll carry her.” She grabbed the baby seat from the back. A distinct smell of baby powder, lotion, and new skin wafted up to greet her, bringing a lump to her throat. Her father, Byron, and his girlfriend, Meredith, had just had a baby, and she loved Lola with all of her heart. If she looked too long at this baby, she might love her just as much, too.

Stunning - Libro #11

Hace unos días les trajimos el prólogo del 11º libro de la saga de Pretty Little Liars, titulado Stunning.


Ahora les traemos los primeros párrafos! OJO, están en inglés, es muy largo para traducir (todo bien con que traducimos las noticias, pero tampoco para andar traduciendo libros :P)... así que, los que no entienden inglés, pueden recurrir al traductor de google (que es bastante precario, pero podrán entender bastante).


Son 3 fragmentos que twitteó Sara Shepard.


El primero fue twitteado el día 16 de mayo.

more STUNNING! That summer in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, a picturesque, wealthy suburb about twenty minutes from (cont) tl.gd/heerh8

— Sara Shepard (@sarabooks) mayo 16, 2012

That summer in Rosewood, Pennsylvania, a picturesque, wealthy suburb about twenty minutes from Philadelphia, had been one of the hottest ones on record. To escape the heat, people flocked to the country club pool, gathered around the local Rita’s for extra-large strawberry Water Ices, and skinny-dipped in the duck pond at Peck’s organic cheese farm, despite the decades-old rumor that a dead body had been found there. By the third week in August, though, the weather suddenly turned autumn-like. Boys broke out their hoodies, and girls donned their brand-new, back-to-school Joe’s jeans and puffer vests. A few leaves on the trees had changed to reds and golds overnight. The Great August Cold Snap, the local news called it. It was as though the Grim Reaper had come and ripped the season clean away.
On a chilly Thursday night, a beat-up Subaru cruised down a dark street in Wessex, a town not far from Rosewood. The glowing green clock on the dashboard might have said 1:26 AM, but the four girls inside the car were wide awake. Actually, make that five girls: best friends Emily Fields, Aria Montgomery, Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin…and a tiny, nameless baby Emily had given birth to that morning, who was crying her head off.

They drove past house after house, peering at the numbers on the mailboxes. When they approached number 204, Emily sat up straighter. “Stop,” she said over the baby’s cries. “That’s it.”

Aria, who was wearing a Fair Isle pullover she’d bought while on vacation in Iceland last month—a vacation she dreaded to even think about now—steered the car toward the curb. “Are you sure?” She eyed the modest white house. It had a basketball hoop in the driveway, a big weeping willow in the side yard, and cheerful flower beds under the front windows.

“I’ve looked at this address on the adoption form a million times.” Emily touched the window. “204 Ship Lane. This is definitely where they live.”

The car grew quiet. Even the baby stopped crying. Hanna glanced at the infant next to her in the backseat. Her tiny, perfect pink lips were pursed. Spencer looked at the baby too, then shifted uncomfortably. It was obvious what everyone was thinking: how could this have happened to sweet, obedient little Emily Fields? They’d been Emily’s best friend since sixth grade, when Alison DiLaurentis, the most popular girl at Rosewood Day, the private school they all attended, recruited them all into her new clique. Emily had always been the girl who hated badmouthing people, who never instigated a quarrel, and who preferred baggy t-shirts and sedate sleepovers to tight-fitting skirts and naughty rounds of Truth or Dare. Girls like her didn’t get pregnant.

El segundo, el 17 de mayo.

They’d thought Emily was doing a program at Temple this summer, much like the one Spencer was attending at (cont) tl.gd/heug8n

— Sara Shepard (@sarabooks) mayo 17, 2012

They’d thought Emily was doing a program at Temple this summer, much like the one Spencer was attending at Penn. But then, one by one, Emily had told each of them the truth: she was hiding in her sister’s dorm room in Philly because she was pregnant. Aria, Spencer, and Hanna had all reacted in the same way when Emily broke the news: with jaw-dropping, speechless shock. How long have you known? they all asked. I took a pregnancy test when I got back from Jamaica, Emily answered. The father was Isaac, a boy she’d dated that winter.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Spencer asked quietly. A reflection in the window caught her eye, and she cringed. But when she turned to stare at the house opposite them, a similarly modest brick ranch, no one was there.
“What other option do I have?” Emily twisted the pink rubber Jefferson Hospital bracelet around her wrist. The staff didn’t even know she was gone—the doctors wanted her to stay an extra day so they could check on her incision from the C-section that had been performed that afternoon. But if she’d stayed in the hospital a minute longer, her plan wouldn’t work. She couldn’t possibly give the baby to Gayle, the wealthy woman who’d paid a huge sum of money for her, so she’d told Gayle she’d pushed back the date for her scheduled C-section to two days later. Then she’d solicited her old friends to help her sneak out of the hospital shortly after the baby was born. Everyone had played a part in the escape. Hanna returned Gayle’s money. Spencer distracted the nurses while Emily hobbled toward the exit. Aria provided her Subaru and even found an infant car seat at a garage sale. And they’d succeeded: they’d escaped without Gayle finding out and taking the baby away.
Suddenly, as if on cue, Emily’s phone bleated, breaking the tense silence inside the car. She pulled it out of the plastic shopping bag the hospital had stashed her clothes in and looked at the screen. Gayle.
Emily winced and hit IGNORE. The phone quieted for a moment, then bleated once more. Gayle again.Hanna eyed the phone warily. “Should you answer that?”

“And say what?” Emily hit IGNORE one more time. “Sorry, Gayle, I don’t want to give you my baby because I think you’re psycho?”

“But isn’t this illegal?” Hanna looked up and down the street. There wasn’t a car in sight, but she still felt on edge. “What if she turns you in?”
“For what?” Emily asked. “What Gayle did was illegal, too. She can’t say anything without incriminating herself.”

Hanna bit a thumb nail. “But aren’t we in trouble for enough? If the cops find out about this, what if they investigate other things? Like…Jamaica?”

Y el último, el 18 de mayo.

A palpable tension rippled through the car. Although it was always on their minds, the girls had promised each (cont) tl.gd/hf3pv5

— Sara Shepard (@sarabooks) mayo 18, 2012

A palpable tension rippled through the car. Although it was always on their minds, the girls had promised each other never to talk about Jamaica again. It was supposed to be a getaway to forget about Real Ali, the diabolical girl who’d killed her twin sister, the Ali they all knew and loved. Last year, Real Ali had returned to Rosewood and tried to pass herself off as the girls’ old friend, but it was later revealed that she was the new A, the girls’ text-messaging tormenter. She’d killed several Rosewood residents, and her master plan was the murder the four girls, too, bringing them to her family’s house in the Poconos, locking them in a bedroom, and lighting a match. But things hadn’t turned out as she hoped. The girls escaped, leaving Real Ali trapped in the house when it exploded. Even though her remains had never been found, everyone was positive she was dead.

But was she?
The trip to Jamaica had been a chance for the girls to move on with their lives and deepen their friendships. Once they got there, though, they met a girl named Tabitha who reminded them of Real Ali. She said things only Ali knew. Her mannerisms were chillingly like Ali’s. Slowly, they became convinced that she was Real Ali. Maybe she’d survived the fire. Maybe she’d come to Jamaica to finish off the girls as planned.

There was only one thing to do: stop her before she got revenge. Just as Real Ali was about to push Hanna off the rooftop deck, Aria intervened and Ali fell instead. Her broken body had vanished before the girls got down to the beach to see what they’d done, probably swept away by the tide. The girls oscillated between feeling relieved that Ali was gone for good…and horrified that they’d killed someone.

“No one will ever know about Jamaica,” Spencer growled now. “Ali’s body is gone.”

Prólogo de Stunning (#11)

Sara Shepard compartió hace un momento en twitter el prólogo del libro 11, Stunning, que saldrá a la venta en EEUU, el día 5 de junio de 2012. A continuación les dejo la traducción (hecha por mí, así que, si van a tomar el texto den créditos a nuestro sitio web, porque después copian nuestros textos sin decir que lo sacaron de acá y terminan diciendo que 'si tomás la información danos créditos' ... y no digo más)

A la venta en USA desde el 5 de Junio de 2012

¿Alguna vez has hecho algo tan vergonzoso, tan shockeante, tan diferente a vos que quisiste desaparecer? Quizá te escondiste en tu cuerto todo el vernao, tan mortificad@ como para mostrar tu cara. Quizá le rogaste a tus padres que te cambien de escuela. O quizá tus padres ni siquiera sabían de tu secreto—huíste de ellos, también. Tenías miedo de que te miraran sólo una vez e instantaneamente supiesen lo que habías hecho.

Cierta chica bonita en Rosewood cargó con un secreto alrededor de nueve las meses. Huyó de todo y de todos—excepto de sus tres mejores amigas. Cuando todo acabó, juraron que jamás se lo dirían a un alma.

Pero esto es Rosewood. Y en Rosewood, la única manera de mantener tus secretos es no teniendo ninguno...

 

5 de Junio

El día 5 de junio pasan muchas cosas impresionantes para los fanáticos de Pretty Little Liars.


La temporada 2 sale en DVD!!! (en inglés, sin subtítulos ni doblajes al español)

La temporada 3 sale el aire en la TV estadounidense!!!

El libro 11 de la saga, llamado Stunning, sale a la venta.

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