A Penny For Your Thoughts

I'm bored. I hear that's a nasty side effect of being sick. I'm not really in the mood for reading or watching movies or writing. Blogging doesn't sound too bad though, so blogging is what I'll do. This will be a completely random post. Just letting you know.

So I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part one a while ago, like in November. There was this one character who looked awesome. He was perfect. Just like I imagined him. Maybe a little bit better. He's a snatcher. He was only in the book briefly. He was in the movie a little more. His name is Scabior. Ringing any bells? Here's his picture:
Yep. He looks like a snatcher all right. His character was super cool in the movie. I hope he's in part two :D

So the other night I was drawing a map. Don't ask why, I just felt like drawing a map of a made up place. It started out pretty awesome. It had rivers and mountains and cities and roads and forests and islands. It was pretty late and I was pretty tired. I was labeling the islands. I named the small ones first, then when I moved on to the biggest one I started by writing an 'R.' Next came an 'A.' Then I accidentally wrote the letter 'L.' By that time I had forgotten what I was going to name it but I knew it wasn't supposed to have an 'L' in it. I sighed and went to write the next letter, deciding just to change the name of the island. I moved on to the next letter, fully intending not to write an 'L.' Well, I wrote another 'L.' I frowned and tried to change it. It ended up an 'F.' The island's name was now 'Ralf.' That was not at all what it was supposed to be. Unfortunately for me, I was using a pen. So until I find some white-out, the island's name is 'Ralf.'

Recently, my family has acquired the cartoon series Avatar: The Last Airbender. My younger siblings and I have been watching it nonstop for the past four days. We finally finished it today. I've already seen most of the episodes, but I'd never seen them in order until now. I did see a couple of episodes that I'd never seen before as well. Let me just say that this cartoon series is my favorite cartoon ever. One of my favorite shows ever. One of my favorite characters is Azula. (Oh boy. Here we go again. I always seem to like the bad guys, don't I?) Well maybe favorite is the wrong word. I always liked her character. She's powerful, she's obviously evil, and she's smart. This is her:
Moving on. So anyone who's seen even just half an episode of this cartoon knows that there is a war going on. The Fire Nation are the bad guys in this war. They've wiped out all the Air Nomads (except for one), they've attacked/weakened the Water Tribes, and they are working on the Earth Kingdom. Just to be clear, in this world, there are people who can manipulate the elements. Fire Nation has firebenders, Air Nomads have Airbenders and so on. The Avatar can control all four elements and is in charge of keeping the balance between the nations. Aang (the last airbender) happens to be the avatar. But this post isn't about Aang. It's about Azula. Azula is the princess of the Fire Nation. We've already established that she's scary. Her own mother thought she was a monster. Her older brother is slightly terrified by her. Her father (also evil) doesn't share these feelings. He puts her in charge of hunting down the Avatar, chasing down her brother (he was banished, by the way) and towards the end he decides to make her Fire Lord after declaring himself Phoenix King.

Between her chases and becoming Fire Lord, she begins to snap. First, the two girls she thought were her friends betray her. (They did the right thing, but Azula's evil, remember?) That didn't make her too happy. Next, her father told her she couldn't come with him when he went to go burn down the Earth Kingdom. He softened the blow by making her Fire Lord. The day of her coronation, she decides she can't trust anyone and banishes all her servants, firebenders, and her 'secret service.' Just as she is being crowned Fire Lord, her brother shows up and says "You're not becoming Fire Lord today, I am." This is what she looks like now:
Now she looks deranged. Her brother, previously thinking he wouldn't be able to take Azula by himself, brought along a friend (a waterbender) to help him. He sees the state Azula is in and decides he can take her and challenges her to a fire duel. The waterbender watches anxiously from the sidelines as the deranged princess battles her brother. This is probably the coolest battle in the wholes series, other than the one that takes place between the Avatar and the self-declared Phoenix King. There's big explosions of blue and orange fire. Azula looks scary. Her brother looks determined. He taunts her a little bit (something about not using lightning) and she says "I'll show you lighting!" then promptly conjures up some lightning and aims for her brother who could easily redirect it at her. At the last second she changes targets. The lightning heads for the waterbender on the side. Azula's brother intercepts it but is unable to redirect it correctly and collapses.

With her brother out of the way, Azula heads for the waterbender. Another impressive battle takes place with lots of blue fire and lightning, and lots of water. The waterbender lures Azula onto this drain thingy and just as Azula attacks, the waterbender freezes them both in an impressive splash of water. The waterbender takes a chain she found by the wall earlier and bends the water around until she has tied Azula's hands to the drain thing. She unfreezes the splash, tightens the chain, then runs to Azula's brother to tend to his wounds. Meanwhile, Azula finally cracks. The first time I watched this with my brothers, they burst out laughing. My reaction was quite the opposite. I burst into tears. I wasn't crying because my favorite character was defeated (that's a dumb reason to cry). It just struck me as horribly sad. Here is what she looks like now:

I don't find this funny. Not even a little bit.

Yes she was a terrible person and she did terrible things but in my opinion no one should have to suffer to the point of cracking like this. That my brothers found her pain amusing made me quite upset. She was shooting her blue fire out her mouth, screaming, and beating her head on the ground. It wasn't funny. It wasn't meant to be funny. Yeah, I know this is a cartoon, but it's a great story. I love great stories in whatever form they come in. Most stories I read have a character that just seems to stick with me. Azula is one of those. Bellatrix (from Harry Potter) is another one. She almost ended up like Azula. She would have been like Azula if Molly hadn't killed her. I guess this is just my kind of character. What kind of characters stick with you? 

I'm pleased to inform you that I am no longer bored. Now I'm in more of a thoughtful mood. Perhaps a writing mood? If you read this, thanks for reading my jumbled up thoughts and randomness. Well the first two topics were kind of random, but I hope you got something from the third. If you didn't read it and just skipped to the end, well, thanks for stopping by my blog. With all my thoughts now set out for you to dissect, I bid you good night.



Book Review: Shrouded Secrets by Joel T. McGrath

Synopsis (from goodreads.com):

When a teenage brother and sister inherit secret metaphysical powers, they are unknowingly hunted by a group of clandestine immortals. While one of the siblings will reluctantly choose the path of righteousness, the other will defiantly dabble with the promise of true power and the darkness that accompanies it.

As David James begins his freshman year of high school, he learns that his older sister Danielle's popularity isn't genetic. However, their lives change dramatically with the discovery that they possess power which grants them vast unearthly abilities. The more they strive for reasonable normality, the more unstable their powers become when combined with the stresses of high school teenage life.

While jealously, love, and anger unhinge their once typical lives, temptations to abuse their newfound gifts are manipulated by a shrouded and unyielding adversary who seeks to cast earth into a modern dark age. Soon secrets will injure the ones they love as the burden of true power begins to isolate them. Not even the ominous prospect of a crumbling world matters when each of them finds that they are helpless to control their own desires.

My Review: *I received this book from the author in return for an honest review.* So Shrouded Secrets is not what I normally read but I enjoyed it. It reminded me of Leven Thumps

I liked the characters a lot, but the plot was kind of hard to follow sometimes. Sometimes it was too fast, and sometimes it was too slow, and the it seemed to skip around a lot. The beginning didn't draw me in a well as I hoped it would but the rest of the book made up for that.

I think this is more of a middle grade read, rather than a YA.

Overall not one of my favorite books but I enjoyed it and I definitely would recommend it to anyone who is looking for a something new to try. For more information about the book itself head on over to the author's website.


Book Review: Torment by Lauren Kate

Synopsis (from BN.com):

Hell on earth. That’s what it’s like for Luce to be apart from her fallen angel boyfriend, Daniel.

It took them an eternity to find one another, but now he has told her he must go away. Just long enough to hunt down the Outcasts—immortals who want to kill Luce. Daniel hides Luce at Shoreline, a school on the rocky California coast with unusually gifted students: Nephilim, the offspring of fallen angels and humans.

At Shoreline, Luce learns what the Shadows are, and how she can use them as windows to her previous lives. Yet the more Luce learns, the more she suspects that Daniel hasn’t told her everything. He’s hiding something—something dangerous. What if Daniel’s version of the past isn’t actually true? What if Luce is really meant to be with someone else?

The second novel in the addictive FALLEN series . . . where love never dies.

Love the cover. The book itself... not so much.

First off, this book was slower than pond water. Nothing happened for the first two thirds of the book. It's pretty much a repeat of the first book. Second, when something interesting decided to happen, it wasn't important. Luce went somewhere to do something and it was pretty exciting, but it ended up not being important to the book at all. It was only mentioned once after it happened, and only in passing. The end of the book didn't leave me wanting more, either.

The characters got on my nerves again. Luce was kind of a jerk and Daniel was also a jerk. Neither could make up their minds about anything, it seemed like.
I didn't enjoy this book. I will finish the series but that's it. If you liked the first one then you'll probably like this one but if you didn't then you won't.

Sorry about the downer review but thanks for reading!


Book Review: Fallen by Lauren Kate

Synopsis (from BN.com):

There's something achingly familiar about Daniel Grigori.

Mysterious and aloof, he captures Luce Price's attention from the moment she sees him on her first day at the Sword & Cross boarding school in sultry Savannah, Georgia. He's the one bright spot in a place where cell phones are forbidden, the other students are all screw-ups, and security cameras watch every move.

Even though Daniel wants nothing to do with Luce—and goes out of his way to make that very clear—she can't let it go. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, she has to find out what Daniel is so desperate to keep secret . . . even if it kills her.

Dangerously exciting and darkly romantic, Fallen is a page turning thriller and the ultimate love story.

So this book has been the talk of the town. At least the talk of my town. I had heard lots of interesting things about this book. 1. It was amazing. 2. It was just like Twilight. 3. It was exactly like Twilight. 4. It had fallen angels. 5. It had a beautiful cover. I bet you're wondering if any of these are true. Most of them are. The cover is quite nice, it does have fallen angels, and it does seem to have a little bit of Twilight. Along with Twilight it has a bit of Hush, Hush (one of my favorite books) and The Hourglass Door. In other words, it's nothing new.

Character Analysis: Luce got on my nerves. Plain and simple. I don't know what it was but I didn't like it. She is a nicely developed character, though. I wish more would have been explained about her past. Daniel Grigori also got on my nerves. There was a big flashing sign over his head that read "Multiple Personality Disorder! Stay Away!" He couldn't seem to make up his mind and his personality kept changing. ^^^^. I loved some of the other characters though. Especially Roland. He was pretty cool.  So usually when you read a book you're supposed to like the good guys, right? Usually? Maybe it's just me that doesn't, because I seem to like quite a few of the bad guys in books (Bellatrix Lestrange). Same with this book. I liked the bad guys, not so much the good guys. The bad guys' characters were just more... realistic and likeable.

So plot. It was slow. Not a lot happened until the end, and when it did happen, it was lame. Like Breaking Dawn. It was like nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, something potentially cool, nothing. I must have liked something about it or I wouldn't have continued reading it, right? Right. I don't read books I don't like.

If you love Twilight read this book. If you love fallen angels, read this book. If you don't like either, there's a healthy dose of other stuff to keep you interested so read this book. It was an overall good book, just not my favorite. (I let my friend borrow it and she loved it so again, maybe it's just me). That's all I got. Torment is up for review next so keep a weather eye on the horizon (Pirates of the Caribbean ;). Thanks for reading!


100th Post!

I've posted 100 posts! How exciting! This is actually my 102nd post, but it's close enough. Anyway, I was thinking I'd have a little poll. It's completely up to you if you want to take it or not.

Do you like the Christmas lights on the side? I love them :). Speaking of Christmas lights, what's everyone doing for the Holidays? I myself am doing nothing. Sounds pretty boring, doesn't it?

Up next for review is Fallen by Lauren Kate followed by Torment by the same author. I've also decided to post a bit of my secret project. You guys are lucky. It's called Curiosity Killed the Cat and it is currently in the process of being written by myself. Oh and I'm also going to post my favorite Christmas song in the next couple of days because that's what one does at this time of year. Well that's all for tonight. Thanks for reading!


Book Review: Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare

Synopsis (From BN.com):

Magic is dangerous—but love is more dangerous still.

When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gas lit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos.

Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What’s more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own.

Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by—and torn between—two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm's length . . . everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world. . . . and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.

I'm going to start out by saying I was a little disappointed with this book. It didn't snatch me up like The Mortal Instruments did. Sometimes the story seemed a little forced, and it wasn't realistic enough. I know quite a few people won't like to hear this, but I hated Will. I really did. He was a stupid character. It felt like Ms. Clare was trying to make him like Jace. Sorry, but I'll stick with the original Jace. Tessa was a little better than Will, but not by much. She didn't have a lot of... personality. Jem (James) was the best main character, I think. He was pretty realistic, he was nice, and he didn't seem forced.

The end was not very well written. At all. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I didn't enjoy this book very much. I will buy the next one when it comes out, though. If you liked The Mortal Instruments, I wouldn't recomend this one. If you haven't read The Mortal Instruments, this would be a good one to read.

I just thought I'd let you all know that I have just finished Graceling once again. I  still love it. It is AMAZING! Clockwork Angel doesn't compare at all. If you haven't read it, go find it :). At the moment I am rereading hush, hush by Becca Fitzpatrick. Another excellent book that I enjoy. That's my update. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!


Song of the Week

Misery-Maroon 5
This is my absolute favorite song. Ever. Enjoy :)


Book Blogger Hop!

Christmas break! Yesssh! That means more time for reading and writing and, of course, blogging! Woot! And to start it all off is The Hop!

This week's question comes from Alex who blogs at Geek on the Brink:

"What do you consider the most important in a story: the plot or the characters?"

Ergh. That's a tough one. I guess the plot... but if you don't have well developed characters your plot stinks. That kinda goes both ways. You can have great characters and a crappy plot then it doesn't do much for your wonderful character. I guess my point is that they're both equally important and you can't have one without the other.

Tomorrow I'll have a new review posted! Yay! I'm just finishing Torment by Lauren Kate (which I refused to read. That sort of thing seems to be happening to me a lot *cough* Hunger Games *cough*) so expect reviews of Fallen and Torment in the near future. Oh and I might post a poem. Thanks for reading!


Contest Winners!

Yes, it's finally here! The day you all find out who won! The prizes were Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce and Sea Change by Aimee Freedman. Here are the winners: Kat and Sue! Congrats and thanks to all who entered! I've sent emails to the winners and if they don't reply I'll pick different winners. I have a couple of more contests planned for the future so be on the lookout for those!

Thanks for reading!


Painted Birds (Part Two)

Before I post the rest of my story, I just wanted to remind you that tomorrow is the last day of my contest :) I'll probably be picking the winners when I get home from school so be looking through your inbox! You won't get the book if you don't reply to the email I send out so be sure to do that! Here's the rest of the story:

The journey from the farmhouse to the capital was two days. During those two days the girl and the caged bird became great friends. The girl told the bird the most wonderful stories and in return the bird would sing the most beautiful songs.

When they arrived in the capital, the little girl was awed at the size of the castle dominating the landscape. She had never seen anything so large or so grand. There were many people crowding the streets of the city, all of them trying to catch a glimpse of the girl they had heard so much about, who was so talented that their queen had summoned her.

The queen herself was waiting to meet the girl on the steps of the castle. “Hello child,” she said cheerfully when the carriage the girl was riding in came to a halt. “You are the painter?”

The little girl stood and curtsied like her mother taught her. “Yes your majesty,” she replied in a small voice. The queen smiled. “Excellent. Well come on. Come paint me a picture.”

And with that, the queen turned and began climbing the steps. The girl held back for a moment before following the queen into the castle, birdcage in hand. The girl couldn’t help but let her mouth drop when she walked through the doors. The doors led into a great, wide hall. The floor was made of carefully cut tiles arranged in the image of a blooming rose, the ceiling was high and rounded, and the walls were adorned with beautifully embroidered cloths.

She followed the queen to the far side of the hall where sat a rich purple throne. Beside it a blank canvas and a set of paints awaited. The queen sat herself upon the throne then gestured to the blank canvas. “Paint me a picture,” she repeated.

The girl gave a small curtsy once more then proceeded to the canvas. She held the provided brush in her hand, hesitating as she felt the unfamiliar handle and weight. She wondered what she should paint, then with a small smile, she dipped the brush into the bottle that held the vibrant green paint. The queen watched her intently, marveling at the image that seemed to flow from the girl’s brush. The blank edges of the canvas were filled within minutes. The girl stood back and admired her work, then stood aside and turned to the queen. The queen silently observed the painting then smiled. “What is your name my dear?” she asked.

“Madelyn,” the girl replied in a quiet voice.


The queen rang a bell, calling a maid to her side. “Show Madelyn to her room,” She ordered.

And so the days passed. Every morning Madelyn was summoned from her room and required to paint for the queen. Every day after she painted she would be sent back to her room. She wasn’t sure what the queen did with the finished paintings; not that it mattered anyway. Every night after the queen dismissed her, she sat by the window and told the bird in the cage about her day and about how much she missed her home, and the bird would then sing her to sleep. The monotony continued for three long months before the girl decided she wanted to send for her brother.

In the middle of the night when Madelyn was sure everyone in the castle and the city outside, she crept to the window and silently slid it open. The cool night air gently caressed her face as she unfastened the latch on the door of the birdcage. The small bird inside rustled its wings, anxious to be off. The door opened and the bird hopped out onto the windowsill and launched into flight after pecking the girl affectionately on her smallest finger. Madelyn watched her friend disappear into the night, then tip-toed her way back to her bed.

Madelyn eagerly awaited the arrival of her brother and did little to hide her excitement. She painted pictures of birds in flight, and of the little farmhouse she hoped she would soon see again.

A day passed, then turned into a week, which turned into a month and no sign of the bird or the girl’s brother was seen. What she didn’t know was that the queen knew of the girl’s plan and did not want to lose her painter. She set a guard outside the city walls to catch the bird and ensure that it never reached the recipient.

As the months began to pass, Madelyn began to realize that something had happened, that her brother wasn’t coming.

A year passed, and then another, and still no sign of the bird. Madelyn took to painting birds, lost in the clouds, perched in strange trees. The queen, who had never particularly liked birds, quickly grew tired of the endless hoards of them springing into existence from the paintbrush wielded by the girl. After what seemed like the hundredth bird, the queen had had enough. “Paint me something else,” she demanded, but try as she might, Madelyn couldn’t seem to paint anything but birds. The queen glared at the painting and sent her away without speaking.

The next morning when the girl was summoned the queen was sitting in her throne with a satisfied sort of look. She had something covered with a cloth on her lap. Madelyn curtsied as usual but instead of waving her to the blank canvas like she normally did, the queen beckoned her closer. “Come here dear,” she said, “I have something to show you.”

Curious as to what that might me, Madelyn walked up to the queen’s throne. The queen gestured for the girl to look at thing covered by the cloth. With a flourish, the queen pulled the cloth off. Madelyn’s eyes grew impossibly wide at what she saw. It was a birdcage, ugly and plain, and inside it was a little bird, her little friend. She looked up at the queen in shock. “I’ve had enough with your wretched birds,” the queen said, her voice deadly quiet. “I will give you six days to paint me something that is not a bird. If I see another bird, this one dies.”

The queen then dismissed her and she stumbled back to her room in a daze. Almost mechanically she went about her room, pulling out paints and canvases without really paying attention to what she was doing. Finally she knew why her brother hadn’t come, and she felt an odd sort of relief, knowing that nothing had happened to him. But at the same time she was engulfed with dread. She didn’t want her little friend to die, and if it did die there was a good chance she would never go back to the farmhouse that was her home.

With that thought, she began to paint. She painted and painted until the room was dark and she could no longer see what she was doing. She sat by the window and rested her head against the cool glass. Not one of the paintings she had painted today was without a bird. She decided she would have to do something.

When the castle was dark an all were asleep, she crept from her room and made her way to the queen’s chambers. She pushed open the door, wincing when it creaked. On a table beside the queen’s enormous bed was the birdcage, once again covered by a cloth. Madelyn darted to the table and snatched the cage then sprang from the room like a fleeing rabbit.

The moment she entered her room, she went to the window and flung it open. She yanked the door of the cage open. “Go. Go fetch my brother,” she whispered to the bird. It sprang from the cage and into the night. Madelyn said a silent pray that the bird would reach her brother.

Madelyn spent the next three days in her room, painting birds. Her room was nearly full of them. On the third day she heard a little tapping noise at the window. She went to investigate and saw her little bird. She smiled. Her brother would be here soon.

The next day was the eve of the day Madelyn was supposed to present her painting to the queen and she still hadn’t managed to paint anything other than birds. After a few attempts, she abandoned the hope that she would create something new and retired to her bed.

Early the next morning, before the sun had risen, she was woken by the sound of tapping at the window, though not the gentle tapping of the bird. She found herself once again flinging the window open. She stuck her head out into the crisp morning air and saw, standing below her, her brother with a handful of small stones. She watched him scale the wall then pulled him through her window. Once he had caught his breath she flung her arms around him. “I knew you’d come for me,” she said.

“Of course,” he replied with a small smile. “But tell me, why didn’t you send for me earlier?”

She told him how she had released the bird and then waited and waited for him to come. She told him about all the bird paintings and how the queen showed her the caged bird and told her the bird would die if she didn’t paint something new. A twinkle appeared in her brother’s eye as he examined the room full of painted birds. “Come,” he said quietly, taking a few of the paintings in hand then walking out the door. She took one of her own and followed him.

“Where is the queen’s chamber?” he whispered. Madelyn led him down the hall and showed him the big door. “Here,” she said.

He pushed the door open with ease then beckoned her to follow once more. He took the painted birds and arranged them around the sleeping queen. One more trip back to Madelyn’s room and the queen was surrounded. He closed and barred the door once he and his sister were safely on the other side. He chuckled to himself as they walked back down the hall and climbed out the window. “I reckon she won’t be bothering you anymore,” he said. Madelyn laughed quietly in response then smiled as her little friend flew out the window after them.

Read part one here.
Thanks for reading and good luck to everyone!



Painted Birds

I haven't posted any of my stories in a while so I thought I'd post some of this one. It's called Painted Birds. I even made a cover for it (yes, I drew the bird):
Once upon a time there was a little girl. This little girl loved to draw. Not only did she love to draw, but she drew very well. People would come from miles and miles away to the little farmhouse where she lived with her family just to get a glimpse of her wonderful pictures.

When the little girl was nine years old, her mother and father bought for her a set of the richest paints they could find. The blue was clear and lovely like the afternoon sky, the green was crisp and smooth like the spring grass, the yellow was bright and sharp like the morning sun, and there was also red and orange as beautiful as a sunset.

The little girl took those paints and painted the most magical paintings. As word of these paintings spread, lords and ladies living in the distant capital grew intrigued. Many of them traveled for days to see the paintings, and were awed when they arrived. It wasn’t long before rumors of the child’s paintings reached the ears of the queen. At once the queen sent a messenger to the little girl’s home, requesting that she come and paint pictures at the castle for her. The little girl’s parents delightedly began preparations for the girl’s departure at once.

On the eve of the little girl’s departure she went to her brother, who was their parents’ firstborn and only son. She put her small arms around him and he picked her up and spun her around, the way big brothers are supposed to, then held her close. “What is the matter sister?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“I don’t want to leave you and Mamma and Papa. And what if the queen is cruel?”

Her brother kneeled so as to be equal to her height and watched her face. After a moment he smiled and stood again. “Come with me,” he said, offering his hand. “I have something for you.”

The little girl took his hand, allowing him to lead her outside and into the warm summer night. He led her to the back of the small farmhouse and presented to her a beautifully carved cage with flowers etched on the bars. Inside the cage was a small bird. “Take this cage with you when you leave tomorrow,” he said, “If you ever want me to come and fetch you, release the bird inside. She will find me, and then I will come.”

The next morning she departed, clutching the cage to her chest, watching her home disappear.

That's not the end of it, but I haven't finished it yet. This seemed like a good stopping point for now :)
Don't forget to enter my contest! Four more days! Thanks for reading!


Book Blogger Hop

Yep, it's Friday. Yep, it's the Hop. If you don't know what that is, look for the link on my sidebar :)

This week's question comes from Angela who blogs at Library Girl Reads:

"What is the thing you like most about reading book blogs? Is it the reviews, author guest posts, articles, giveaways, or something else entirely?"

I like it all! What about you?

Don't forget to enter my giveaway! Thanks for reading!



So Lulu over at The Bookworm commented on my last post and said that I won an award! Yay! This is what it looks like:

Cute :) So here are the rules for getting this award:
1. Share 7 things about yourself
2. Pass the award to 15 bloggers
3. Notify the blogger recipients
4. Link the blogger who gave the award.

Okiedokie, easy enough. Seven things about me:
1. I'm in high school
2. I love reading (duh)
3. I'm an aspiring writer
4. I am planning on going to BYU-Provo (yes, I am Mormon and proud of it)
5. I live in Texas
6. I play golf
7. I have an ATV in my garage this very second that I love to ride when it's not cold outside like it is now

Alright, fifteen bloggers (if you already got this award just smile and wave):

3. http://alisoncanread.blogspot.com/

So I'll let everyone know they got this award and once again, if you already received this award, just smile and wave.

Thanks for reading!


Book Review: City of Glass by Cassandra Clare and Book Blogger Hop

To save her mother's life, Clary must travel to the City of Glass, the ancestral home of the Shadowhunters -- never mind that enter-ing the city without permission is against the Law, and breaking the Law could mean death. To make things worse, she learns that Jace does not want her there, and Simon has been thrown in prison by the Shadowhunters, who are deeply suspicious of a vampire who can withstand sunlight.  As Clary uncovers more about her family's past, she finds an ally in mysterious Shadow-hunter Sebastian. With Valentine mustering the full force of his power to destroy all Shadow-hunters forever, their only chance to defeat him is to fight alongside their eternal enemies. But can Downworlders and Shadowhunters put aside their hatred to work together? While Jace realizes exactly how much he's willing to risk for Clary, can she harness her newfound powers to help save the Glass City -- whatever the cost?  Love is a mortal sin and the secrets of the past prove deadly as Clary and Jace face down Valentine.

The redundancy of the second book in the series is left behind completely with this book. I loved it. Lots of fights, lots of yelling, lots of kissing, lots of crying, some laughing, it all makes for a good read. It took off right away at the begining, and didn't slow down until the end. It was shocking and brilliant. There was a new setting, colorful and new and interesting. Nicely crafted. There were a lot of things that kept me on the edge of my seat. We get to see new sides of all the familiar characters, and we get to meet some completely new ones. There were parts where I laughed out loud, parts where I almost had to close the book, parts that shocked me, and parts that made me cry. It was excellent!

I think it's a great end to the series, but apparently there will be a few more books. The first three will be hard to top!

Book Blogger Hop (If you don't know what that is, head on over to http://www.crazy-for-books.com/):

This week's question comes from Marce who blogs at Tea Time With Marce:

"What very popular and hyped book in the blogosphere did you NOT enjoy and how did you feel about posting your review?"

Hmm, I'm not really sure. I guess there was Sleepless, but I'm not sure how many people actually really enjoyed that book. Most of the reviews I read were pretty similar to mine. I just posted my review. I said I didn't like the book then explained why.
Thanks for reading and don't forget to enter my giveaway!



Hey everyone! That's right! A giveaway! Rules are simple: You have to be a follower of Amanda's Writings and you have to fill out the following form. The prizes are: Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce OR Sea Change by Aimee Friedman. You guys have until Monday December 15th to enter that way I can get it to you around Christmas :)

These are the books:

I'll have a couple of reviews posted this week and I'll add the link to this post on my Links pages so you can find it later.

Thanks for reading!


Book Blogger Hop

Hey everybody it's the Book Blogger Hop hosted by Crazy for Books. If you don't know what that is, click the button on my left sidebar that has a picture of a dancing book.

This week's question comes from Sarah who blogs at Writer, Reader, Dreamer:

"What is your favorite book cover?"

That's a hard one. I think I've narrowed it down to three:

This cover was perfect for the words inside.

I bought this book because of the cover :)

This cover is super awesome. It just draws your eye.

What's your favorite book cover[s]? 

Thanks for reading!

Interview With Lulu! (A Fellow Book Blogger)

Okiedokie, this interview is with Lulu over at The Book Worm Is Here! Why am I interviewing a blogger and not an author? Well because I can. ;) Ready for the interview? Here you go:

 Me: What made you want to be a blogger?

Lulu: I started blogging because I wanted to share my own opinions on the books I read. It started when I stumbled on a few book blogs and I loved the idea so I took it up!

Me: What's the best book you ever read?
Lulu: I have read many amazing books... but I have to say the best book I read to date is by Jaclyn Moriarty. It's called "The Year of Secret Assignments". The book is a few years old but I absolutey loved it! But I have to mention that I do have lots of others I consider my favs.
Me: What genre of books is your favorite?
Lulu: Wow tough question, I don't think I have a favourite. But the YA books genres that I love to read are: romances, mysteries, science fiction and fantasy.
Me: What's your favorite subject in school?
Lulu: My favourite subject in school is between Technology class and P.E.
Me: When did you start reading?
Lulu: I started reading in Kindergarten, but by grade four I was reading full on novels.
Me: Who is your favorite author?
Lulu: I actually have two favourite authors: Ally Carter and Margret Peterson Haddix.
Me: What are you reading now?
Lulu: I am reading "13 Little Blue Envelopes" by Maureen Johnson.
Me: Are you going to be something bookish? If not, what are you going to be?
Lulu: I would like to be a photographer or a book editor.
Another photographer! :D I've been told I'm pretty good with a camera, but I think I'll stick with books and writing and english classes for now. Well thanks for the interview Lulu and good luck with your blog! Lulu has also posted an interview of me if you want to check it out.
Completely unrelated topic. Another one? Yes. I saw Tangled last night (the new Disney movie) and I love it. It is my new favorite movie. I bought the soundtrack for it last night when I got home and I'm currently in the process of listening to it for possibly the 15th time. It would be more, but I had to sleep. ;) So my point is, it was amazing. And funny. And sad. With addicting music. Go see it. The end.
As always, don't forget to check the question tab and thanks for reading!


Book Review: City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare

Clary Fray just wishes that her life would go back to normal. But what's normal when you're a demon-slaying Shadowhunter, your mother is in a magically induced coma, and you can suddenly see Downworlders like werewolves, vampires, and faeries? If Clary left the world of the Shadowhunters behind, it would mean more time with her best friend, Simon, who's becoming more than a friend. But the Shadowhunting world isn't ready to let her go—especially her handsome, infuriating, new found brother, Jace. And Clary's only chance to help her mother is to track down rogue Shadowhunter Valentine, who is probably insane, certainly evil—and also her father.

To complicate matters, someone in New York City is murdering Downworlder children. Is Valentine behind the killings—and if he is, what is he trying to do? When the second of the Mortal Instruments, the Soul-Sword, is stolen, the terrifying Inquisitor arrives to investigate and zooms right in on Jace. How can Clary stop Valentine if Jace is willing to betray everything he believes in to help their father?

Once again I enjoyed this book. Once again, if you do not like over-usage of literary devices, particularly similes, don't read this book because it will drive you crazy. It was very fast-paced, and had a couple of new, rather interesting characters. It didn't really enthral me as much as the first, but the un-put-downness of it made up for that. It had all the right amounts of seriousness, laugh-out-loudness, shockingness, and sadness. The would was familiar and at the same time mysterious. There was an element of mystery in a number of things that kept me wanting to see what happened next. It was an overall excellent book. I highly recomend it to fans of the first book, and to people who haven't read it yet.

Also, don't be put out by the whole angels thing. It's not the driving factor of the book and there are plenty of other supernatural creatures like werewolves and vampires and faeries to balance it all out. It's refreshing. A great read.

Thanks for reading! Now that you've suffered through my unbearably short review, head on over to the page "Question for you..." and answer the question. ;)


New Button :)

Alright, thanks to Hafsah over at Icey Books I have a new header and button! The header, as you can see, is above, ^ while the button is on the left side of your computer screen. <<<<  There is also a grab box for my button so if you want it, go ahead and take it. I am just about done with City of Ashes so that review should be up tomorrow. Also, if any of you have any songs you want posted as song of the week, post a comment on the current song of the week with your suggestion and I will look into it. That will be the way to suggest until I can come up with a form. Well that's all folks!
Thanks for reading!


The City of Bones by Cassandra Clare

When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder—much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It’s hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing—not even a smear of blood—to show that a boy has died. Or was he a boy?

This is Clary’s first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It’s also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace’s world with a vengeance, when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know. . . .

Alright, The City of Bones. Let me start off by saying I really enjoy this book. A warning for all nit-picky readers: this book is overloaded with similes, so if things like that bother you, I wouldn't suggest reading this book. If you are like me, however, and you pass over unimportant things like too many similes, then pick up this book. I first read this book when we were taking finals in school last year. I finished all my tests pretty quickly so I had a lot of time to read. I finished this in about half a day, which obviously means I read really fast, which is probably why I didn't notice all the similes, but it doesn't bother me anyway.
Enough about similes.
Lets start with Clary. She's an artist. She likes the Pandemonium Club. She says some pretty funny things. She's fairly independent. Her best friend's name is Simon. She lives with her mom in New York. She never knew her real father. Her mom's best friend Luke is like a father to her. The end.
Now for Simon. He's a gamer. He's in a band that spends most of its time arguing over band names. He hates the Pandemonium Club and only goes because Clary likes it. He's Jewish. He's a vegetarian. Clary is his best friend. That's it.
Jace. Ah Jace. Everyone loves Jace. Seriously, ask around. He's a demon hunter, he tends to have a smart mouth, he's pretty full of himself, and he has a pretty face. Yeah, he's pretty awesome.
Sounds like some pretty interesting characters, am I right? Well those are only the major characters. We can't forget the Lightwoods, Luke, Hodge, Magnus, and some others which I don't think I'll mention at this point in time.
The point to made from this review is I liked this book and have read it multiple times. I recommend it to non-picky readers. :)

Completely unrelated statement: I just saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part one today. It was spectacular, which means a lot coming form me. It is a well known fact that I detest most of the Harry Potter movies (major HP book fan here), so for me to say I loved this movie must mean something, right?

Don't forget to answer the question above and thanks for reading!


Long Time No See

Hey everyone, sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything. Homework and a mini-vacation has prevented me from logging on. So anyway, I've spent the last two days at the Great Wolf Lodge. Anyone heard of it? It's pretty awesome. It has an indoor water park with amazing water slides, some of them like roller coasters. It also has some fantastic smelling shops and restaurants, an arcade, and some cool interactive games. In other words, I had a lot of fun.
So between all that homework and mini-vacation, I haven't read anything. At all. But I did manage to squeeze in a couple of pages of a story I'm writing. I'll have that posted as soon as I type it up. One more thing before I fall asleep; I started that review of The City of Bones I said I was going to post so I'll finish that up tomorrow for you :)
Thanks for reading, and dont forget to answer the question above!


Quick Update

Hey everybody! It's been a while since I posted eh? Well we're almost one week into November so that leaves three more weeks for NaNoWriMo then it's back to blogging as usual. Maybe. I might be swamped with homework again. This week I made up four tests I missed (I studied four hours for each test) and then I had to write a poem and a script. I might be posting the script, because it's pretty funny. But anyway, add golf practice to that and I have no time. Tomorrow I'm playing a round of golf and then I'm going to a dance and on Sunday I'm hoping I can meet my goal of 12,000 words for this week of NaNoWriMo. Busy busy busy. But anyway, I have a review of The City of Bones coming up, as well as another post on writing so be on the lookout for those. Also, if you will move your mouse over the page up there ^^^^^ that says "Question For You..." there is a question for you. I would love to hear your answer, and I think you might be interested in answering :)

Thanks for reading!


Song Of The Week!


I have a question for all of you, and if you would look up at the pages tab above there is one that says 'Question For You...' where the actual question is. I would love it if you would answer the question :)


Everybody knows Christopher Paolini, right? The author of Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr? Some people know him as a kid who got lucky, others know him as the greatest authors of our time. I know him as neither, but I thought I'd mention those titles just in case you did. Before I get to my point, I'd just like to say that I like his books. I'd also like to say that his books aren't that good. I don't mean the content, I mean the writing itself. Lot's of people seemed to have not noticed this, but I forgive them, and you if you are one of them, because I read like a writer. I can tell I'm getting a lot of blank stares now, so please allow me to explain.

This may come as sort of a shock to you, but this blog was not originally a book blog. This blog is first and foremost a writing blog. I started it because I am a writer. Please don't mistake that as me saying I'm an author, because I'm not. But I will be, and that is something you can count on. I would be the first to admit that my writing isn't that good. Sure, I'm better than some, but I'm not that good. Christopher Paolini's writing abilities are about as good as mine, or at least for Eragon and Eldest. I do have a few stories that might possibly be better than his but he still has something on me. He's actually finished three novels. My finished novel count: 0. I'm planning on changing that this month. I'm getting off track here. When I say that I read like a writer, I mean that I look at it differently than people who just read for fun. I'm still reading for fun, but I tend to pick the book apart a little more than is intended. I look for what makes the story good or bad and then I look for the reason. I can tell I'm not doing a very good job at explaining this. It's kinda hard to explain. If you still don't get what I'm trying to say go google it 'cause I'm pretty sure I'll just confuse you if I keep talking/typing.

Now I'm finally getting to my point. Hurray! Over at Random Buzzers, this author that I keep mentioning is being featured. Later this week he will be answering questions of many adoring fans. One not-so-adoring fan (me) asked this question:

There are a lot of young authors who resent you because you got published and they haven't because they heard you had family connections. What makes them particularly upset is the fact that Eragon isn't much better than what they can come up with. Don't get me wrong, I loved Eragon and the next two (especially Brisingr) were almost amazing (I'm a Harry Potter fan, sorry). Moving on to my actual question, what would you say to one of those young writers?

Haha, I found this particularly hard to write, because I am a fan and I do love your books, but I really am curious. Also, I just want to say that I am NOT resentful in anyway. I had always wanted to be a writer but when the book fair presentation of Eragon when I was in elementary school told me that you weren't much older than me when you wrote it I got excited and decided that I would write a book someday and lots of people would read it because writing isn't just for old dead guys. Thanks for that!
Yeah. I really asked that question. It took me somewhere around 20 minutes to write that question. It was really hard. Once again, I do like his books, and I am in no way resentful of him, but I really asked that question and I intend to hear an answer. Some of you may be asking 'So? What's the big deal?' The big deal is that I am the only one who posted on that forum who wasn't a super mega fan with twenty million 'what if?' questions about his books. Also, I'm generally a nice person (some say too nice) and I hate sounding rude (most of the time. There are special occasions). If and when he answers, I'll post it, but in the meantime, feel free to tell me what you think. Do you like his books? Do you disagree with me? Do you agree with me? Was my question rude? Would you have asked something like that? I want to know!

Thanks for reading!

Happy Halloween!

Good morning everyone! I bet you know what day it is! Yeah. It's Halloween! I was all for going trick-or-treating with my brothers, but unfortunately for me, my asthma was bad on Friday. Uh, so? That was two days ago. Yeah, well that's what I said. Sigh. I have been banished to the living room, handing out candy to little kids who probably don't deserve any of it. Hahahaha. Also, my hands smell like pumpkins, but my brain is able to forget that unpleasant smell due to the fact that my pumpkin looks fantastic. I'll post a picture tonight, along with my fabulous Cinderella costume. Oh speaking of Cinderella, my fabulous co-writer was over at my place of living the other day and we came up with some fabulous (I seem to enjoy that word to day. Fabulous.) ideas for our Cinderella retelling! (I also seem to like the exclamation points today, no?) Unfortunately for the people who will be reading this story in its completed state, these wonderful ideas include murder and heart break. In that order. They aren't related to each other directly. The murder doesn't cause the heartbreak. Oh, and the person who's heart is broken is someone who you will absolutely adore. This person will no doubt be a favorite character. I apologize in advance for crushing this character. I also apologize for not being sorry that I am going to crush this character.
Back to Halloween!  So tonight while my brothers and my sister (I would've mentioned her before but she seemed to have slipped my mind) are out trick-or-treating, I will treat myself to the candy from the candy dispensing bowl which will include miniature M&Ms which are my favorite and I will watch Alice in Wonderland, the fabulous new one with the fabulous Mad Hatter. I might also watch Hocus Pocus, but I probably won't get to it. Well, that's all for now! I'll post some fabulous pictures tonight and the song of the week will be posted tomorrow morning!

Thanks for reading!


Book Review: The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan

After saving Olympus from the evil Titan lord, Kronos, Percy and friends have rebuilt their beloved Camp Half-Blood, where the next generation of demigods must now prepare for a chilling prophecy of their own:

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,

To storm or fire the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.

Now, in a brand-new series from blockbuster best-selling author Rick Riordan, fans return to the world of Camp Half-Blood. Here, a new group of heroes will inherit a quest. But to survive the journey, they’ll need the help of some familiar demigods.

For everybody who loved Percy Jackson and the Olympians, go get this book. It's excellent. There are lots of old faces returning to this new series as well as plenty of new ones, including the main characters: Jason, Piper, and Leo. Oh and guess what. Someone who we all know and love is missing. As in they're looking for him in this book. That's not what the whole book is about, but you will definitely want to know what happened to him.

So everybody who read the Percy Jackson series knows who Hera is, right? The queen of the gods? Yeah well, she plays a big part in this book. It's pretty interesting. Another think I liked about this books is how you get to see more of the Roman mythology coming out. So instead of Zeus you have Jupiter, and instead of Hera you have Juno, that kind of thing. I'll just bore you with one more thing I liked about this book. It has a lot of the adventure. It's really fast paced, just like the Percy Jackson series. There's a quest, and a solstice deadline, someone who needs saving, someone who might be a traitor, a bad guy trying to throw down Olympus, you get the picture.

One thing to think about before you read this book: If you haven't read Percy Jackson and the Olympians, a lot of this won't make any sense to you. Oh and the movie doesn't cut it. (By the way, I loved the movie. It was pretty awesome, if you think of it separate from the book. Try it sometime ;) So go out and read Percy Jackson and the Olympians if you haven't, and if you have, go read The Lost Hero.

Thanks for reading!

Book Blogger Hop

Alright so you guys know the drill ;) Every Friday through Monday the Book Blogger Hop is hosted by Crazy For Books. If you want to check it out, click on the button over on my left sidebar that says " Book Blogger Hop" and has a picture of two dancing books. Anyway, the Hop is a way for book bloggers to find each other's blogs. It's pretty awesome. It helps you get readers and followers. There is also a question of the week. This week's question is:

"What is the one bookish thing you would love to have, no matter the cost?"

Ohhhh :) I'd would love to have my own personal library in my house with lots of books and lots of comfy chairs and lots of book shelves so I can add more books. I can't wait to hear your answers!

Thanks For Reading!



I don't know if you noticed (there is a little button on my left sidebar) that I am an official NaNoWriMo participant. Yay! What's NaNoWriMo????? National Novel Writing Month!!!!! When is NaNoWriMo? November. When is November? Three days.

For the whole month of November, from the first to midnight on the 30th, my goal is to write a 50,000 word novel. That's somewhere around 200 pages. Yeah, I know it's crazy. I'm going to try it anyway. Anyway, I'm thinking my novel is going to be either a crazy scifi novel with a cruise ship in Florida or a fairly normal scifi novel with an experiment group. I'm kinda stuck on scifi right now, and it's kind of horrifying to me. I've always despised scifi, and now I'm reading and writing it. Ugh.

Anyway... What does participating in NaNoWriMo have to do with anything? Well by now you should have figured it out. Writing a novel in 30 days is going to take a lot of concentration and a lot of my time, which means I might not have a lot of time for blogging. Every now and then I'll try to sneak something in but I'm not sure how well that will turn out. You can definitely count on a song of the week every Sunday, but other that I can't make any promises. Sorry dearest readers.

Tomorrow: Book Blogger Hop & Review of The Lost Hero.

Thanks for reading!


What's On My List?

Many of you have heard of The Story Siren, right? And you all know about In My Mailbox? Well I've decided to do something like that, so feel free to join in and make sure you link it back to Amanda's Writings. So instead of In My Mailbox, mine is called What's On My List? Every week I'm going to try to post about a book that is on my wish list (there's a lot). I want you guys to tell me about the book, if you liked it, if you also want to read it, etc. in the comments followed by a link to your post. You don't have to call it "What's On My List" and if you choose to participate you don't have to post every week. So here it goes:

Fire by Kristin Cashore

Fire is a companion book to Graceling. I loved Graceling. It made my favorite book list, which is really small. It's not small because I don't read a lot, it's small 'cause it's hard to find books that I really love. The list of books I like, on the other hand, is fairly large. Anyway, so Fire takes place before Graceling but is in the same setting as Graceling (or at least that's what I've heard) and has only one character in common. I do, in fact, know who that character is and I'm excited to learn what part he/she has in Fire, seeing as he/she played a major part in Graceling. (See how I didn't give anything away there? Hehe) So now it's your turn. Tell me about this book if you've read it (please exclude spoilers) and if you haven't read it, tell me if you'd  want to read it. If you haven't seen my review of Graceling go look on the reviews page above to find the link. It should be close to the top.

Thanks for reading and I look forward to seeing your responses!

Song of the Week!

The Call-Regina Spektor
This is the song at the end of Prince Caspian (a great movie and a great book ;)


Book Blogger Hop

Yep, the weekend is just  around the corner which means the Book Blogger Hop is back! So the Book Blogger Hop is when a bunch of book bloggers put their name on a list for each other to look through and follow and they post about the question of the week. If you already knew that, well, sorry you had to hear it again. So anyway, if you have a book blog, click on the little book blogger hop button on my left sidebar and it will take you to the list. This week's question comes from Becky who blogs at Becky's Barmy Book Blog:

"Where is your favorite place to read? Curled up on the sofa, in bed, in the garden?"

Well I don't like to read outside, but pretty much every where else is ok. I even read when I'm on the treadmill. I like reading in my dad's chair the most, though. It's really comfy. :)

So I hope everyone has a good Friday and thanks for reading!


Sorry. Here Are Some Poems.

So you may have noticed that I haven't posted anything awesome in a while. I noticed too. Sorry. I'm overloaded with homework and golf. We have our first tournament in two weeks! But anyway, for creative writing class we've had to write a few poems, so I think I'll go ahead and post those. Just to warn you, I'm not good at poetry. Here's the first one:
(No Title)

On a long and winding road

The mountains do tower over me.

As if by some unspoken code,

My eyes travel to the leaves.

Colors splashed across the range,

The over powering scent of sage

The leaves are yellow, red and gold,

Brightening up the mountain side.

For every leaf I catch, I’m told

I get a wish, my eyes grow wide.

My mind is whirring, thinking fast,

To pick a wish while the leaves last.

The wind began to softly blow,

Making colors swirl and twirl.

All of the sudden I did grow,

To more than just a little girl.

I caught those leaves with arms spread wide,

And tried to stem the flowing tide.

Autumn is here, at last, again,

The smells and colors comforting.

While in the trees I want to remain,

In the distance the school bell rings.

Calling me reluctantly away,

With tears in eyes, I wish to stay.


The Five Stages of Grief Writing Poetry

There is no way this can be happening,

I can’t believe that I have to do this.

I can almost feel my brain just snapping,

My hand begins to clench into a fist.

I get so mad I scribble on the sheet,

And then tears of anger roll off my nose.

Then all of the sudden I feel so meek,

I ask the teacher if I can cut rows.

When she says no my face goes blank and numb,

And anger and sadness seep forth again.

I sit in the chair and stare at my thumb,

I finally have to set down my pen.

At last I realize I have to finish,

To the class I present with a flourish.

(I like that one :)

And last for tonight:

Oh How I Adore Thee, School

The gleaming hallways I do so adore,

And don’t forget the lockers banging shut.

Every day I love what teachers have in store,

And, of course, the kid just like a nut.

Why would I wish for it to be over

When I could just live here and be happy.

And just when I think it cannot be better,

A boy walks up to me with hair rather flappy.

He asks if I could please show him a skill,

I smile and I pretend I know it well.

I love watching Doctor Phil,

I am relieved when I do hear the bell.

I hope you enjoy them and feel free to comment! I'll catch up on my postint this weekend, I promise ;)
Thanks for reading!


Fire and Ice - Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

I love this poem. It's one of my favorites. Actually, Robert Frost is my favorite poet. What about you? What's your favorite? Who is your favorite? Please share!

Thanks for reading!


Mother Gothel (creative writing assignment #4)

A man came into my garden last night, how dare he? That was not the only crime he committed, as if trespassing in my garden weren’t enough. No, he had the desire to steal from me as well! My beautifully grown rampion desecrated by his hands! Tonight I will lie in wait, for surely his hunger will not have been satisfied by one trip into my garden.

It is with triumph that I watch him climb over the hedge, a look of utmost concentration in place on his face. He bends and begins to hastily pick my rampion. I spring from my hiding spot. “Thief!” I cry, “How dare you steal from me!”

He throws up his hands, dropping my rampion and cowering on the ground. “Have mercy!” he pleads. “My wife is with child and she saw your rampion through our window, and said she would die if she did not receive any!”

“Indeed,” I say, and a brilliant plan enters my mind. “Well then, of course you may take all that you need—“

“Thank you!”

“—on one condition. When your child is born, you must give it to me.”

To my surprise, he agrees at once so I bid him farewell and he resumes picking my rampion.

As soon as the man’s child is born I arrive at his house and take her. “Rapunzel, which is the same as rampion, you will be called.”

Again to my surprise, the man made no attempt to stop me. I take her to my home and raise her as my own.

Twelve years have passed and she has grown into the most beautiful creature anyone has ever seen. I decide to hid her from the world, and so I create for her a tower with no stairs and one window. When I wish to enter the tower I call “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” She then throws her long, golden hair out the small window and climb.

Four years pass this way, and no one else has seen the child, or so I thought. “Mother Gothel,” she asks me one day, “why is it that when you climb my hair it takes you an hour, but when the King’s son climbs, he is with me in moments?”

I am filled with rage when I hear these words. “How dare you betray me!” I yell, and I smack her beautiful face. I take my shears and cut her golden hair from her head. “Wicked, wicked child!”

I send her to live in a castle in the desert, and when she is gone I fasten her hair to the window and lay in wait for the prince. It is not long before I hear him call “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!”

I throw the hair out the window and within minutes he is standing before me. “Where is Rapunzel?” he cries when he sees me.

“Far away where you’ll never see her again!” I cackle. I push him out the window, and on the way down his eyes are pierced by thorns. I am satisfied that he will never see Rapunzel again.

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