To Build a Fire
by Jack London
That was why he shied in such panic. He had felt
the give under his feet and heard the crackle of snow
hidden under his feet wet in such a temperature
meant trouble and danger. At the very least it meant
delay, for he would be forced to stop and build a fire,
and under its protection to bare his feet while he dried
his socks and moccasins. He stood and studied the creek
bed and its banks, and decided that the flow or water came
from the right.He reflected a while, rubbing his nose and
cheeks, then skirted to the left, stepping gingerly and
testing the footing for each step. Once clear of the danger,
he took a fresh chew of tobacco and swung along at his
four-mile gait.
In a way I sort of happen to connect to this passage. I
find that stepping on ice over a river could be very scary
and I would definitely be terrified. I also can connect
with his thoughts of being afraid of the danger of getting
to cold, I hate being cold. So this is kind of why I chose
this passage.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Trial by Entrapment
Adam Serwer
A plot to bomb the D.C. subway system. An attack on American
troops at Fort Dix, New Jersey. An attempt to kill Americans holding
a Christmas tree-lighting ceremony in Portland, Oregon.
All of these potential terrorist attacks sound frighting, but not a single
one was ever in danger of actually happening. They were all part of
a a series of elaborate sting operations orchestrated by the government
in its attempt to be proactive about proactive about preventing domestic
terrorism. It didn't want to wait for body counts on the evening news.
I chose this article because this has been an oncoming problem in the United States.
I really agree with this article why would us Americans wait until the Evening News
reports deaths because of a terrorist attack. We wouldn't want another attack like 9/11
to happen again. I really like this passage. I would have to say this article really shows
what going on.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Compare and Contrast
Art work by Grant Wood & Ben Shahn
These two different pieces of artwork are similar in lots of ways.
First both have a husband and wife in front of their house both
couples looking displeased. The husbands of the photos are both
wearing overalls. There are also obvious differences the couple
in the first photo seems to be better financially and economically.
The couple in the second photo seem poor and not as refined as
the first couple. The people in the first photo seem to have a nice
home, unlike the others who have a dirty log cabin. In the first
piece of artwork the people have nice clothes when the other couples
clothes are dirty and thin. All together the people have some
differences and some similarities.
Friday, November 12, 2010
The Crossing
Winston Churchill
I shall never forget that day. Polly Ann left my side
only to feed the children and to keep watch out of the
loopholes, and I lay on my back, listening and listening
to the shots. At least these became scattered. Then, though
we strained our ears, we heard them no more. Was the
fort taken? The sun slid across the heavens and shot
narrow blades of light, now through one loophole and now
through another, until a ray slanted from the western wall
and rested upon the red-and-black paint of the two dead
bodies in the corner. I starred with horror.
The author writing down this historical fiction was very thoughtful.
Churchill always has great thoughts on every scenario and he ties
fiction and historical facts together well that draw the reader in.
I love this book. I mean churchill has thoughts on how hard it was
to be a military leader in this time when situations were rough and
challenging. He shows the American Revolution in a way that
pays respect to the men who fought and I love it.!!!!!
Winston Churchill
I shall never forget that day. Polly Ann left my side
only to feed the children and to keep watch out of the
loopholes, and I lay on my back, listening and listening
to the shots. At least these became scattered. Then, though
we strained our ears, we heard them no more. Was the
fort taken? The sun slid across the heavens and shot
narrow blades of light, now through one loophole and now
through another, until a ray slanted from the western wall
and rested upon the red-and-black paint of the two dead
bodies in the corner. I starred with horror.
The author writing down this historical fiction was very thoughtful.
Churchill always has great thoughts on every scenario and he ties
fiction and historical facts together well that draw the reader in.
I love this book. I mean churchill has thoughts on how hard it was
to be a military leader in this time when situations were rough and
challenging. He shows the American Revolution in a way that
pays respect to the men who fought and I love it.!!!!!
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Bridge of Peace
Cindy Woodsmall
When she and Grey had returned from the hospital the day of the
incident, her Daed had asked not to stay and not to visit. While in the
waiting room of the hospital during her surgery, Grey had to answer
a lot of questions for the police and for the church leaders. According
to her Daed, it didn't take long for the church leaders to realize Grey
cared for her. When they asked Grey, he didn't deny it, and the church
began discussing what to do. a few hours later a preacher confided to
her Daed that because Grey and Lena had been through so much together
this past year, they were considering freeing him of the usual time
restraints and protocol on a widower. But the preacher cautioned her
Daed that Grey needed to keep his distance until a decision was reached.
To me this passage means a lot. First ti brings hope to people that there is someone out there who will love you. Second it brings peace to those who are suffering hard times. Third it lets people know there is such thing as love. This is what this passage means to me.
Cindy Woodsmall
When she and Grey had returned from the hospital the day of the
incident, her Daed had asked not to stay and not to visit. While in the
waiting room of the hospital during her surgery, Grey had to answer
a lot of questions for the police and for the church leaders. According
to her Daed, it didn't take long for the church leaders to realize Grey
cared for her. When they asked Grey, he didn't deny it, and the church
began discussing what to do. a few hours later a preacher confided to
her Daed that because Grey and Lena had been through so much together
this past year, they were considering freeing him of the usual time
restraints and protocol on a widower. But the preacher cautioned her
Daed that Grey needed to keep his distance until a decision was reached.
To me this passage means a lot. First ti brings hope to people that there is someone out there who will love you. Second it brings peace to those who are suffering hard times. Third it lets people know there is such thing as love. This is what this passage means to me.
Friday, October 22, 2010
The Bridge of Peace
Cindy Woodsmall
A half mile before he came to the four-way stop, he pulled on the right
rein, guiding the horse off the road and through a back pasture. Going this
way would take a half a mile off the trip. Images around him seemed to
magnify as he flew across the field. The sky stood out as a brilliant blue.
The hayfield went on fro acres and acres, all filled with rich green blades
of hay about two feet tall. Finally Lennie's place came into view. Nicky's
angry bark echoed off the hills as Grey approached. He brought the horse
to a halt, jumped off, and ran toward the house. Nicky leaped at the screen
of the window, barking unlike he'd ever heard her before. The dog yapped
and growled. The horse whinnied loudly. Lennie screamed. grey ran as
hard and fast toward the barn as he could.
I love this book a lot. Cindy writes amazingly, and in a very creative way.
Cindy's writing draws in a person and keep them interested. Her skills seem
limited, but she still draws a lot of attention. I would highly recommend this
book to someone who is in need of a really good book.
Cindy Woodsmall
A half mile before he came to the four-way stop, he pulled on the right
rein, guiding the horse off the road and through a back pasture. Going this
way would take a half a mile off the trip. Images around him seemed to
magnify as he flew across the field. The sky stood out as a brilliant blue.
The hayfield went on fro acres and acres, all filled with rich green blades
of hay about two feet tall. Finally Lennie's place came into view. Nicky's
angry bark echoed off the hills as Grey approached. He brought the horse
to a halt, jumped off, and ran toward the house. Nicky leaped at the screen
of the window, barking unlike he'd ever heard her before. The dog yapped
and growled. The horse whinnied loudly. Lennie screamed. grey ran as
hard and fast toward the barn as he could.
I love this book a lot. Cindy writes amazingly, and in a very creative way.
Cindy's writing draws in a person and keep them interested. Her skills seem
limited, but she still draws a lot of attention. I would highly recommend this
book to someone who is in need of a really good book.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Hope of Refuge
Cindy Woodsmall
The kitchen door swung open, and Cara waltzed into the room, her
Amish dress spattered with paint and much of her short hair coming loose
from its stubby ponytail and sticking out around her prayer kapp. The
young woman carried the confidence of being happy and loved, making
Deborah wonder is she'd ever feel that way again. Deborah's brother
Ephriam was thirty-two when he found love for the first time in his life.
And even though he broke up with Deborah's closet friend in order to
pursue the englischer girl, Deborah had grown to love Cara too.
Cara glanced through the screen door, and Deborah knew she was
checking on her daughter.
The living room couch fell over, and mom came running in to the room,
her face full of worry and her long hair flying loose from her bun and
covering her face. The woman acted like she never heard noise in her life,
making me wonder if I would ever understand how she felt. Her sister was
twenty-six when she gave birth to her first child. And even though the baby
wasn't an angel, my mom had grown to love children too.
Mom glanced back through the door, and I knew she was warning us on
our behavior.
Cindy Woodsmall
The kitchen door swung open, and Cara waltzed into the room, her
Amish dress spattered with paint and much of her short hair coming loose
from its stubby ponytail and sticking out around her prayer kapp. The
young woman carried the confidence of being happy and loved, making
Deborah wonder is she'd ever feel that way again. Deborah's brother
Ephriam was thirty-two when he found love for the first time in his life.
And even though he broke up with Deborah's closet friend in order to
pursue the englischer girl, Deborah had grown to love Cara too.
Cara glanced through the screen door, and Deborah knew she was
checking on her daughter.
The living room couch fell over, and mom came running in to the room,
her face full of worry and her long hair flying loose from her bun and
covering her face. The woman acted like she never heard noise in her life,
making me wonder if I would ever understand how she felt. Her sister was
twenty-six when she gave birth to her first child. And even though the baby
wasn't an angel, my mom had grown to love children too.
Mom glanced back through the door, and I knew she was warning us on
our behavior.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
The Bridge of Peace
Cindy Woodsmall
Silently fighting offense as he never had before, he felt displaced, as if
he weren't really there. Yet he noticed every movement and every word.
Lennie held he arms out for Ivan, asking if he wanted to pet the doggy.
Ivan went to her. She gently commanded Nicky to lie down. The dog
obeyed, and Lennie knelt beside Ivan while they petted the dog and
talked about her fur being soft, like a rabbit's.
Calmly watching the sky like he hadn't seen it before, he felt amazed, it was
as is he and the clouds were alone in this world. Yet he could hear people
around him. Andrew held his arms out for his sister, begging her to play with
him. She went to him. He kindly played with her. The two played, and
Andrew helped his sister swing while they talked about how
the motion was soothing, like a hot bath.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The Scarlet Letter
Nathaniel Hawthorne
The young pastor's voice was tremendously sweet, rich, deep,
and broken. The feeling that is so evidently manifested, rather
than the direct purport of the words, caused it to vibrate within
all hearts, and brought to the listeners into one accord of sympathy.
Even the poor baby, at Hester's bosom, was affected by the same
influence; for it directed its hitherto vacant gaze towards Mr.
Dimmsedale, and held up its little arms, with a half pleased, half
plaintive murmur. So powerful seemed the minister's appeal, that
the people could not believe but that Hester Prynne would speak
out the guilty name; or else that the guilty one himself, in what-
ever high or lowly place he stood, would be drawn forth by an
inward and inevitable necessity, and compelled to ascend the
scaffold.
Hester shook her head.
I believe Hester was brave to stand up for the man who sinned with her. For the man who sinned was the young pastor. She knew what she did was wrong and she was willing to deal with her punishment, and accept that she did something wrong. I do NOT agree with her sin at all, but she dealed with it.
This book is a great book, I would not suggest it to younger aged kids though, because they migth not be able to understand the book. It is a good literature book, and a very interesting one at that.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
The young pastor's voice was tremendously sweet, rich, deep,
and broken. The feeling that is so evidently manifested, rather
than the direct purport of the words, caused it to vibrate within
all hearts, and brought to the listeners into one accord of sympathy.
Even the poor baby, at Hester's bosom, was affected by the same
influence; for it directed its hitherto vacant gaze towards Mr.
Dimmsedale, and held up its little arms, with a half pleased, half
plaintive murmur. So powerful seemed the minister's appeal, that
the people could not believe but that Hester Prynne would speak
out the guilty name; or else that the guilty one himself, in what-
ever high or lowly place he stood, would be drawn forth by an
inward and inevitable necessity, and compelled to ascend the
scaffold.
Hester shook her head.
I believe Hester was brave to stand up for the man who sinned with her. For the man who sinned was the young pastor. She knew what she did was wrong and she was willing to deal with her punishment, and accept that she did something wrong. I do NOT agree with her sin at all, but she dealed with it.
This book is a great book, I would not suggest it to younger aged kids though, because they migth not be able to understand the book. It is a good literature book, and a very interesting one at that.
Friday, September 17, 2010
The Light in The forest
Conrad Richter
Three times that day the boy tried to get the
root of the May apple. His white guard, Del, gave
him no chance. When he went from the council
house, the guard kept hold of him like a haltered
beast. He would have to wait till he was on the
march. Some time tomorrow they would pass
through a wooded meadow. At the place of the
May apple he would fall to the ground. When they
Lifted him up, he would have the death medicine
in his hands.
The authors subject is about the boy, and how no matter what he would rather die instead of meet his real parents, the 'evil whites who killed his ancestors'. I think the purpose of this paragraph is to show you the boy is loyal to his Indian parents, and that the child has only know his Indian parents and doesn't want to be some white mans child. I am not sure what type of audience this writer had in mind, but I think he meant it for teens or maybe even younger kids to show some of the situations we first met when discovering America. I understand the boys actions, I know I would not want to be separated from my parents. If it were a case of having two sets of parents I would want the option to pick who I decide to live with, and not the decision made for me. I so far like this book and hope in the end the boy gets to be with whio he wants to be with.
Friday, September 10, 2010
The Brief Bedford Reader
X.J.Kennedy, Dorothy M. Kennnedy, Jane E. Aaron
'Disability' by Nancy Mairs
"And if you live long enough, as you're increasingly likely able to do,
you may well join it. The transition will probably be difficult from a
physical point of view not matter what. But it will be a good bit easier
psychologically if you are accustomed to seeing disability as a normal
characteristic, one that complicates but does not ruin human existence.
Achieving this integration, for disabled and able-bodied people alike,
requires that we insert disability into our field of vision:quietly, naturally,
in the small and common scenes of our ordinary lives."
To me this passage says a lot because there are days when I am going about my business and I will see a handicapped person, and without realizing it I will stare, and I feel horrible when I realize I do. If the world were to make disabilities not such a big deal then we would go about our daily routine without staring at disabled people and making them feel like they are some freak.. Eventually people would stop staring, denying them work, and giving them the cold shoulder, and disabled people would be able to become more important because people wouldn't be holding them back. Who knows a disabled person could become the next president for all we know. This is a great essay to read, and has a lot of in depth material.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
On Writing Well
William Zinsser
My favorite definition of a careful writer comes from Joe
DiMaggio, though he didn't know that's what he was defining.
DiMaggio was the greatest player I ever saw, and nobody looked
more relaxed. He covered vast distances in the outfield, moving
in graceful strides, always arriving ahead of the ball, making the
hardest catch look routine, and even when he was at he bat, hitting
the ball with tremendous power, he didn't appear to be exerting
himself. I marveled at hoe effortless he looked because what he
did could only be achieved by great daily effort. A reporter once
asked him how he managed to play so well so consistently, and he
said: " I always thought that there was at least one person in the
stands who had never seen me play, and I didn't want to let him
down."
I really like this passage because what DiMaggio has to say reminds me of
myself. I really love to play soccer, and love playing it to the best of my ability.
Or how Zinsser says DiMaggio only achieved greatness through daily effort,
which reminds me that I can only get better at writing by writing all the time.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
One of my favorite fiction sources
Harry Potter
And the Goblet of Fire
The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying
out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air, and borne upon it
was another piece of parchment.
Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and
seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written
upon it. There was a long pause, during in which Dumbledore stared
at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore.
And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out- "Harry Potter".
Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned
to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming
He had not heard correctly.
This one of my favorite series to read. There awesome, and adventurous.
So I would have to say I love Harry Potter and can't wait to see if J.K.Rowling
will start another series.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Host
Stephenie Meyer
"Hello there, Wanderer! Won't you take a seat and make yourself
at home?"
I hesitated on the threshold of the Comforter's office, one foot in
and one foot out.
She smiled, just a tiny movement at the corners of her mouth. It
was much easier to read facial expressions now; the little muscle
twitches and shifts had become familiar through months of exposure.
I could see that the Comforter found my reluctance a bit amusing. At
the same time, I could see her frustration that I was still uneasy
coming to her.
With a quiet sigh of resignation, I walked into the small brightly
colored room and took my usual seat - the puffy red one, the one
farthest from where she sat.
Her lips pursed.
To avoid her gaze, I stared through the open windows at the
clouds scuttling past the sun. The faint tang of ocean brine blew softly
through the room.
To me Stephenie Meyer is a wonderful author, her books bring out
myths and things that no has dreamed of before. Her books are something
new and exciting there different.
I would say that the her books have been favorites of mine forever, and
always will be. I will recommend this book to teenagers and adults, mainly
because her ideas are ideas mainly for mature teenagers and adults.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Junie B. Jones & the Mushy Gushy Valentine
Barbara Park
Today at school, my teacher had a 'nouncement to make.
A 'nouncement is the school word for listen to me ...... and I
MEAN it.
My teacher's name is Mrs. She has another name, too. But
I just like Mrs. and that's all.
Mrs. told us that we were going to have a special day in room
nine. And it is called Valentime's Day.
She said that valentimes are special cards about friendship.
And all of us in Room Nine are going to give them to each other!
One of the main reasons why I think this writing is poor is, because ever since I was little I would read Junie B. Jones, and because of all the grammatical errors she purposely made to give you Junie's character made my writing and speaking as low as it could go. She has a good plot line for a child's book, but all the mistakes she purposely makes can ruin a way a kid learns proper grammar. For instance, because she say's valentimes instead of valentines, when I was younger I would get confused and always say valentimes. Other wise is she could fix her errors I think she could make a very good child's author.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
The Old Man & The Sea
Ernest Hemingway
He rubbed the cramped hand against his trousers
and tried to gentle the fingers. But it would not open.
Maybe it will open with the sun, he thought. Maybe it
will open when the strong raw tuna is digested. If I
have to have it, I will open it, cost whatever it costs.
But I do not want to open it now by force. Let it open
by itself and come back of its own accord. After all I
abused it much in the night when it was necessary to
free and unite the various lines.
To me Ernest Hemingway style is different from many other author's.
He writes like he's thinking, but in a weird way. His writing to me is personally a
little dull, but we all have our different styles.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
The Notebook
Nicholas Sparks
She stepped out, patted Clem on the head
while she cooed at her, then turned, smiling at
Noah as he walked toward her. She looked more
relaxed than yesterday, more confident, and
again he felt a slight shock at seeing her. It was
different from yesterday, though. Newer feelings
now, not simply memories anymore. If anything,
his attraction for her had grown stronger
overnight, more intense, and it made him feel a
little nervous in her presence.
Although I have not finished this book yet I would have to say that If you are looking for a romantic story, this definitely the book for you. The author sustains a sort of understanding as
to how romance really affects peoples lives. I also love his setting he has it in the 1940's in a sequestered part of North Carolina, which totally gives the story the romantic setting. Then how his characters has this perpetual love that can,t be stopped.
So all in all I would recommend this book to high-schoolers and adults who love to read romantic stories. Then if I had to rate this book I would definitely give it a ten.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
In Praise of Ducks
Karen Shepherd
I can hardly say enough in praise of our
experience with Khaki Campbell ducks.
We first got them about a year and a half
ago. They do fine on kitchen waste and
bugs they forage for themselves, so they
eat a lot less commercial feed than you'd
think. Our two females have each laid an
average of more than 4 pounds of eggs
per month for more than a year now. They
provide all the eggs our family of two can
use, and they are the best-tasting, cream-
iest- yolked eggs we've ever tasted, too.
I'd especially like to recommend ducks
to those who live in the Pacific Northwest
like we do. You'll never be unhappy to
see a slug or snail in your garden again,
as they will now become invaluable treats
for your duckies.
I like this article, because first ducks are cute and second
because they are useful. So I found this interesting, because
I never knew ducks laid edible eggs. But this is pretty much all
I like about this article.
Friday, April 9, 2010
How to Get Rid of Pimples Overnight
Robert Sheehan
It is true treating pimples needs both patience and
persistence, but sometimes time is the thing you are
short of. You desperately need them off your face at
any cost; the world seems almost cruel otherwise. You
almost feel like tearing your hair out thinking of how to
get rid of pimples overnight and it is fro situations like
these that there are over the counter drugs and ointments.
Some home remedies however can rid you of pimples
sometimes overnight and even if not overnight by not
more than half a day.
You could use the white of an egg to dab on your pimple.
Once left on fro around 20 minutes it usually helps and
dries up the pimple. Another unique method would be to
apply toothpaste; preferably not the gel type on the pimple
and it has the same effect.
Your skin is unique and different from everyone else's and
therefore you should remember that what works for someone
else might not work for you. Therefore, it would be advisable if
you try out the different methods beforehand to know which one
suits you.
I like this article because the writer chose something that relates to other people
and not just teens. He then gives you advice as to cure it without buying special
cosmetics, and suggests home remedies that save you money. So to me this article is
amazing.
Monday, March 22, 2010
New Moon
Stephenie Meyer
The waves picked up as I paced, beginning to crash
against the rocks, but there was still no wind. I felt pinned
down by the pressure of the storm. Everything swirled
around me, but it was perfectly still where I stood. The air
had a faint electric charge--I could feel static in my
hair.
Farther out, the waves were angrier than they were
along the shore. I could see them battering against the line
of the cliffs, spraying big white clouds of sea foam into the
sky. There was still no movement in the air, though the
clouds roiled more quickly now. It was eerie looking--
like the clouds were moving by their own will. I shivered,
though I knew it was just a trick of the pressure.
I personally love this book because it brings mythical, and its a romantic book. With those two topics a book can never go wrong, and the authors style of writing hooks the reader in. So I love the twilight saga series.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Maggots: Larva Stage
A maggot is the larval stage of the fly life cycle, famous
for eating decomposing flesh.Sometimes "maggot" is used
to refer to the larval stage of any insect.Maggots are generally
4 to 12 mm in length depending on their stage of growth. Most
maggots range from on off-white color to a light brown,
though some can be a yellow or reddish color. Like other
insects such as fleas and ticks, maggots can be a threat to
household pets and livestock, so be careful and watch out for
them.
I kind of find this interesting because I never knew that the larva
of any other insect could also be called maggots, which I find weird.
Although this passage is disgusting, it is also interesting to find out
some different facts about life.
Monday, March 8, 2010
New Moon
Stephenie Meyer
Jacob really did look older than sixteen-- not quite
forty, but maybe older than me. Quil didn't have too
much on him in the muscle department, for all that Jacob
claimed to be skeleton. The muscles were the long wiry
kind, but they were definitely there under the smooth
skin. His skin was such a pretty color, it made me jealous.
Jacob really did look older-- not quite forty, but older
than me. Quil didn't have to much on him in muscles, for
all that Jacob claimed to be a skeleton. The muscles weren't
huge, but they were there under his skin. His skin was so
pretty, it made me jealous.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The Ghost
Unknown Author
I clutched my cell phone tightly ready to call 911. I was so terrified
lying there in my bed that I couldn't move. Previous nights while stay-
ing at my Grandma's house I had been scared, but nothing compared
to the fear that ran through my veins on this unforgettable night.
I remember how exciting the idea of living with my grandma and
being independent from my parents for a whole summer while our
new house was being built sounded to me. My grandma lives in a
house that is over 100 years old! I really don't believe it is haunted
or anything, but I definitely heard sounds in the night, some louder
and scarier than other nights. My dad used to tease me that it was
my Grandpa's ghost coming back for visits. My grandpa died in
January of 2001. I don't believe in ghosts, but my dad's suggestion
of Grandpa's soul coming back made me feel uneasy.
One particular night still haunts me and is one that I really wish I
could forget. I went to bed that night up at my Grandma's house
just like I did almost every night, a little apprehensive about what
I might hear............
I thought this passage was interesting for many reasons. One because a lot of people feel like they are being haunted by ghosts, when they are mainly being superstitious. Or I know from personal experience that old houses tend to be scary, but there are no ghosts.
So I like this passage because it kind of relates to me and how I live in 11o year old house, and how I hate being home alone.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Harry Potter
And The Deathly Hallows
J.K.Rowling
"None of the Order would have told Voldemort we were moving
tonight, " said Harry. The idea was dreadful to him, he could
not believe it of any of them. "Voldemort only caught up with me
toward the end, he didn't know which one I was in the beginning.
If he'd been in on the plan he'd have known from the start I was
the one with Hagrid."
"None of the girls would have told Alison we were having a sleep
over tonight," said Kara. The thought of someone inviting her was
terrible, and she couldn't think it of any of them to tell her." Alison
only came here towards the end of the movie, she didn't know when
the sleepover started. If she'd been in on the sleepover plans she would
have been here on time."
Again Harry Potter is a great series, and unfortunately I am on the last book.
Although I will be sad to finish the series, I will be glad to find out how the story
ends. And I have got to say J.K.Rowling's an amazing author, and you should really
take time to read the series.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Harry Potter
And The Half-Blood Prince
J.K.Rowling
They had drawn level with the only shop in Knockturn Alley
that Harry had ever visited, Borgin and Burkes, which sold a wide
variety of sinister objects. There the midst of the cases full of
skulls and old bottles stood Draco Malfoy with his back to them,
just visible beyond the very same large black cabinet in which
Harry had once hidden to avoid Malfoy and his father. Judging by
the movements of Malfoy's hands, he was talking animateldy. The
proprietor of the shop, Mr.Borgin, an oily-haired, stooping man,
stood facing Malfoy. He was wearing a curious expression of min-
gled resentment and fear.
In this paragraph the word visited is a past tense word, hidden is past tense, talking is past tense, facing is past tense.
So far this book is great, but is getting more mysterious as I read. But I love how the author ties in this whole series without making a mistake and following the plot of the book. These are great books and I hope you enjoy.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Harry Potter
And The Goblet of Fire
J.K.Rowling
He saw everything in front of him as though it was a very highly
colored dream. There were hundreds and hundreds of faces staring
down at him from stands that had been magicked there since he'd
last stood on this spot. And there was the horntail, at the other end
of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings
half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, a monstrous, scaly,
black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, leaving yard-long gouge
marks in the hard ground. The crowd was making a great deal of
noise, but whether friendly or not, Harry didn't know or care. it
was time to do what he had to do . . . to focus his mind, entirely
and absolutely, upon the thing that was his only chance. . . .
I really like J.K.Rowling because she doesn't have real elaborate descriptions that go on and on like other authors. She's gets right to the point without making you sleep right through till the end. And she deliberately puts in these strange things that make you wonder what she means. And I have got to say she is probably the best book series author I have ever read. One reason why is because everything the stories matches what she has said from the beginning of the story to the end. And because I can tell she had to modify her work so that the finishing result would be perfect.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Harry Potter
And The Goblet of Fire
J.K.Rowling
But Aunt Petunia didn't know what was hidden under the loose
floorboard upstairs. She had no idea that Harry was not following
the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was
expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks. Harry had sent
Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help, and they had risen to the
occasion magnificently. Hedwig had returned from Hermione's
house with a large box stuffed full of sugar-free snacks. (Hermione's
parents were dentists.) Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had
obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry
hadn't touched these; he had to much experience of Hagrid's
cooking.) Mrs.Weasley, however, had sent the family owl. Errol,
with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies. Poor Errol, who
was elderly and feeble, had needed a full five days to recover from
the journey. And then on Harry's birthday (which the Dursleys had
completely ignored) he had received four superb birthday cakes,
one each from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Sirius. Harry still had
two of them left, and so, looking forward to a real breakfast when he
got back upstairs, he ate his grapefruit without complaint.
I particularly like this paragraph because its saying even though Harry's Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin don't love him he still had friends who care. Then I love it how the author brings in the structure of this paragraph to where the reader is imagining Harry thinking all this while he is eating his grapefruit. This what to my mind when reading this paragraph
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Coliseum
Flavian Amphitheater
Building began in 72 AD, during the reign of Vespasian
and was completed eight years later in 80, when his son,
Titus, had assumed the imperial title. Although we know
the structure as the "Coliseum" in Roman times, it was
called the "Flavian Amphitheater," in honor of Vespasian's
dynasty the Flavians.
The Coliseum is situated on a site to the east of the
Forum in the grounds of the Domus Aure or "Golden
House"; a lavish private home with a lake, gardens, and
pavilions which Nero had built for himself. The population
of Rome hayed this residence as the land to build it had
been cleared only when the Great Fire of Rome destroyed
thousands of people's homes.
Vespasian's decision to site the the amphitheater in
such a location was clearly a populist gesture, designed to
highlight that the new Flavian dynasty would not emulate
the excess of Nero.
I chose to write about the Coliseum because to me the Coliseum is such a interesting old Roman artifact. When I think of it, it reminds me of all the gladiators that lost their lives entertaining thousands of people who that it was funny to watch people die fighting to last the game until the next time they would be thrown out there. I also think of all the historical people who sat at that very place to watch the games.
Then I chose to write about this because it reminds me of when I went to Italy, and the feeling I got of being somewhere where many famous people have been before.
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