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.

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

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.