<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490819795157774619</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:34:29.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my three sons</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490819795157774619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissyablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195213052812213914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490819795157774619.post-7721077868653320635</id><published>2008-04-08T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:10:40.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankenstein</title><content type='html'>this movie took many liberties in changing the events.  The one that stands out to me was the scene of Elizabeth's death.  in the book she died much more peacefully.  In the movie she died a violent death.  I can not seem to get the scene out of my head.  Seeing the being punch his fist into her chest and ripping out her heart was extremly violent.  To me the being was holding the heart of Elizabeth, Victor's love of his life, in his hand and for once had control or the upper hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490819795157774619-7721077868653320635?l=chrissyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrissyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7721077868653320635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490819795157774619&amp;postID=7721077868653320635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490819795157774619/posts/default/7721077868653320635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490819795157774619/posts/default/7721077868653320635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrissyablog.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Frankenstein'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03195213052812213914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
