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The Silence of the Lambs is a psychological horror novel by Thomas Harris. First published in 1988, it is the sequel to Harris' 1981 novel Red Dragon. Both novels feature the cannibalistic serial killer Dr. Hannibal Lecter, this time pitted against FBI Special Agent Clarice Starling. Its film adaptation directed by Jonathan Demme was released in 1991 to box office success and critical acclaim.
Reading the inside story of the BlackBerry's helpless flameout is like watching any other train wreck: You're horrified, but you can't look away. I didn't realize the amount of ingenuity and innovation that came from Blackberry. -David Pogue, Author of POGUE'S BASICS and founder of Yahootech. com "In LOSING THE SIGNAL, Jacquie McNish and Sean Silcoff tell the harrowing and riveting story of how we lost the connection to the Blackberry, a communication device so innovative and addictive that it was known, among aficionados, as a Crackberry.
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The Silence of the Lambs, by Thomas Harris, is even better than the successful movie. Like his earlier Red Dragon, the book takes us inside the world of professional criminal investigation.
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During his stint in Angola he'd heard grown men scream more times than he wanted to recall. He'd heard screams of agony. Of terror oing inside his own head. But the scream that poured from Nat's throat was so filled with horror it was as if it had been ripped straight from her soul. He ran toward her at a dangerous speed, hurtling over cypress knobs and submerged roots. One instant she was clinging to the ladder staring into the blind