The second Percy Jackson trailer is out! This one is even cooler than the first one. It looks so epic and I was basically hyperventilating as I watched it. Enjoy! :)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Reflection
my reflection in this mirror is like the Gassan 121*,
sparkling as the sun pours into the room
and I watch drops of water roll down the glass like racehorses
kicking up the sand
until they pool at the bottom like a glassy ocean
the color of the sky on a cloudy morning
melting into the hard gray steel.
(for the first time I can see the
dust twirling in the sunset behind the trees.)
I am surrounded by bright pink flowers,
all swaying to their own music.
*I saw this diamond (shown in the image at the top) at the Gassan headquarters in Amsterdam, Holland.
(Poetry Friday roundup here.)
and I watch drops of water roll down the glass like racehorses
kicking up the sand
until they pool at the bottom like a glassy ocean
the color of the sky on a cloudy morning
melting into the hard gray steel.
(for the first time I can see the
dust twirling in the sunset behind the trees.)
I am surrounded by bright pink flowers,
all swaying to their own music.
*I saw this diamond (shown in the image at the top) at the Gassan headquarters in Amsterdam, Holland.
(Poetry Friday roundup here.)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Stealing Death Booklaunch Recap
Last Saturday, my mom, my sister, and I went to Janet Lee Carey's book release party for her new book, Stealing Death. The party was so much fun! (Pictures are up here.) We got a chance to talk to lots of awesome people, including the incredibly friendly readergirlz divas Justina Chen Headley and Holly Cupala.
Currently I'm reading Stealing Death (and it's amazing so far -- you can expect a review soon!). For now, I'll leave you with this happymaking picture:
Sunday, September 13, 2009
More Fanfiction
Due to popular demand, I am posting up more of my Harry Potter fanfic from third grade. (You can read the first part here.) The writing is in Georgia and my comments are in Verdana.
Hogwarts awoke to find a bright morning full of sunshine. The Great Hall was full of chatting as it was normally, and it started to fill up as students and staff arrived for breakfast. Students quickly filled up and waited for dismissal. Then the daily announcements came.
“Remember, school parties are today. Dress up nicely,” Dumbledore announced. Snape sighed. “What is it, Severus?”
“Oh, I just don’t like dressing up. It makes me nervous,” Snape said quickly. Professor McGonagall peered at him through her heavily rimmed spectacles.
“You better get used to it, Severus. There are going to be a lot of parties this year,” Minerva McGonagall advised.
The students, however, were excited about wearing their dress clothes that had been collecting dust, sitting in their suitcases, ready to be worn.
Professor Sprout clapped her pudgy little hands. “Is there a problem, Professor Sprout?” Minerva asked.
“Oh, no, no, nothing like that. It’s just that.........” she hesitated. “Yes?” prompted Albus. “Well, it’s just that...... I don’t have anything to wear and I have no knowledge about parties!”
The Great Hall burst into laughter. Professor Sprout turned red and seemed embarrassed. “Don’t worry,” said Professor Vector kindly. “I have some dresses and accessories that you can borrow and keep! I can also teach you about parties.”
Professor Sprout turned normal. She faced Professor Vector and said, “Why, thank you. I will treasure this piece of warmth that you have given me.”
Professor Sinistra smiled mischievously. She rubbed her hands and prepared for her daring trick. On the count of three, she jumped up, ran up to the microphone, and took over. “Now, kids, let’s do the mamba!” she shouted into the mike, wiggling her body.
The professors looked surprised. Albus Dumbledore looked ready to have a fit of giggles.
All the students burst into peals of laughter. “C’mon, let’s do it!” Sinistra screamed, now waving her hands, tapping her feet and going wild. Everyone stood up and started shaking their hips, flipping around, twisting, you name it.
A little later...
It was time for the dressing time to begin. Now, let’s take some time to see what the staff was wearing. Professor Sprout was wearing a green half sleeved dress with glitter all over it. She had an emerald necklace and emerald earrings. Her hair was in an elegant bun tied by a green velvet bow. On her feet were high heeled green slippers with gold glitter. Her hair had lots of glitter too.
Snape was wearing a maroon dress robe with pictures of potions all over it. His black hair was combed in a curl, and he was wearing soft brown oxfords.
Minerva had a red sleeveless tank top matched with a red and white plaid skirt. Her hair was let down and braided, with red ribbons going through the braids. Her legs were covered by dark stockings, and she was wearing black dress shoes.
Sinistra had a white lace dress with red, gold, silver, and green trimmings. She had long black pants and a long, flowing red robe. Her hair was in a braided bun tied with a yellow and orange striped ribbon. She certainly looked colorful.
Professor Vector had on a baby blue full sleeved shirt, neatly ironed with no wrinkled. Over it was a yellow thin vest, and over that was a pale pink robe with shining suns all over it. She had on yellow dress pants. Her hair was but into lots of tiny little braids dyed pink, blue, and yellow. Her feet were covered by bunny slippers. She had all the baby colors- blue, yellow, and pink on.
Professor Flitwick was wearing a white shirt and black pants. His feet were covered by black dress polished shoes. He was wearing black robes with rainbows and bunnies and frogs and shooting stars.
Hagrid was wearing a black suit with polished shoes. His hair was slicked back by axle grease and he was wearing a tie with hippogriffs on it.
There was no Defense against the Dark Arts this year, so there was no teacher for it.
Albus Dumbledore was wearing a red shirt, black pants, and navy blue with yellow moons all over it.
The children looked magnificent in their dress robes and clothes.
The party began. “Let’s start!” squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick.
“Yes!” screamed the students.
“We can’t wait,” added Pansy Parkington in a mocking voice.
“Yes, we can’t wait,” repeated Draco Malfoy sarcastically. “This party is no good.”
“What did you just say?” asked the headmaster, his wand aloft, face furious.
“I said, this party is no good.” Malfoy turned away and went to the group of people gathered around a hopping toad.
“Wait!” called Dumbledore. No one heard. “Wait.” No one. Suddenly, he got a brainstorm. He whispered his plan to Flitwick, who nodded and hurried off in search of something.
When he came back, he was holding some Filibuster Fireworks. Albus Dumbledore went close to the group and carefully let some fireworks near Malfoy.
He screamed and whirled around. “Petrific Totalus!” he screamed.
Dumbledore dodged it and shouted, “Crucio!”
Malfoy screamed again. He managed to get up and said, “Dumbledore, if you do this one more time, I’ll tell my father. He can tell Cornelius Fudge.”
Dumbledore regarded him coolly. “If you tell Lucius,” he started, his blue eyes gazing at Malfoy, “I can tell them that you started it. I have the whole scene on tape.” He held up a tape recorder.
“What-!” Malfoy tried to grab the tape, but Dumbledore held it out of his reach, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon gold spectacles.
“Albus! What are you doing! Let out the food!” hollered Minerva. He flicked his wand and food appeared. “Good,” said Minerva, satisfied and contented. The students sat down to enjoy the food.
A random part...
Snape fainted. It was because he went up to talk with Professor Sinistra, but the steps had a spell on it that made people who walked on it faint. Everyone in Hogwarts knew this except for Snape and the Slytherins. Since Snape fainted, the Slytherins, only, had to get child labor by having to carry heavy tons of buckets of water to dump over Snape to revive him.
And at the end of the chapter...
After the party was over, everyone went to bed. Today, Minerva was to check the Gryffindors and see if they were sleeping. They weren’t.
“10 points from Gryffindor! Lights were out an hour ago. Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves? I will come and see soon if you are asleep.” Minerva turned and went out.
Meanwhile, the Gryffindors had a plan. “When Professor McGonagall comes, let’s hide behind the beds. She will have to do the summoning spell and then we will come zooming at her and knock her over,” Ginny suggested.
“Good idea,” everyone agreed in unison. They hid behind their beds.
When Minerva came in, she said, “Oh, my dear. Where are the students? Accio!” Students came zooming from their beds everywhere. They did knock her over, but they had to get immediately in bed because Dumbledore was coming in.
“What a day this has been,” he sighed when he saw the mess.
That was fun :) Hope you enjoyed it!
Hogwarts awoke to find a bright morning full of sunshine. The Great Hall was full of chatting as it was normally, and it started to fill up as students and staff arrived for breakfast. Students quickly filled up and waited for dismissal. Then the daily announcements came.
“Remember, school parties are today. Dress up nicely,” Dumbledore announced. Snape sighed. “What is it, Severus?”
“Oh, I just don’t like dressing up. It makes me nervous,” Snape said quickly. Professor McGonagall peered at him through her heavily rimmed spectacles.
“You better get used to it, Severus. There are going to be a lot of parties this year,” Minerva McGonagall advised.
The students, however, were excited about wearing their dress clothes that had been collecting dust, sitting in their suitcases, ready to be worn.
Professor Sprout clapped her pudgy little hands. “Is there a problem, Professor Sprout?” Minerva asked.
“Oh, no, no, nothing like that. It’s just that.........” she hesitated. “Yes?” prompted Albus. “Well, it’s just that...... I don’t have anything to wear and I have no knowledge about parties!”
The Great Hall burst into laughter. Professor Sprout turned red and seemed embarrassed. “Don’t worry,” said Professor Vector kindly. “I have some dresses and accessories that you can borrow and keep! I can also teach you about parties.”
Professor Sprout turned normal. She faced Professor Vector and said, “Why, thank you. I will treasure this piece of warmth that you have given me.”
Professor Sinistra smiled mischievously. She rubbed her hands and prepared for her daring trick. On the count of three, she jumped up, ran up to the microphone, and took over. “Now, kids, let’s do the mamba!” she shouted into the mike, wiggling her body.
The professors looked surprised. Albus Dumbledore looked ready to have a fit of giggles.
All the students burst into peals of laughter. “C’mon, let’s do it!” Sinistra screamed, now waving her hands, tapping her feet and going wild. Everyone stood up and started shaking their hips, flipping around, twisting, you name it.
A little later...
It was time for the dressing time to begin. Now, let’s take some time to see what the staff was wearing. Professor Sprout was wearing a green half sleeved dress with glitter all over it. She had an emerald necklace and emerald earrings. Her hair was in an elegant bun tied by a green velvet bow. On her feet were high heeled green slippers with gold glitter. Her hair had lots of glitter too.
Snape was wearing a maroon dress robe with pictures of potions all over it. His black hair was combed in a curl, and he was wearing soft brown oxfords.
Minerva had a red sleeveless tank top matched with a red and white plaid skirt. Her hair was let down and braided, with red ribbons going through the braids. Her legs were covered by dark stockings, and she was wearing black dress shoes.
Sinistra had a white lace dress with red, gold, silver, and green trimmings. She had long black pants and a long, flowing red robe. Her hair was in a braided bun tied with a yellow and orange striped ribbon. She certainly looked colorful.
Professor Vector had on a baby blue full sleeved shirt, neatly ironed with no wrinkled. Over it was a yellow thin vest, and over that was a pale pink robe with shining suns all over it. She had on yellow dress pants. Her hair was but into lots of tiny little braids dyed pink, blue, and yellow. Her feet were covered by bunny slippers. She had all the baby colors- blue, yellow, and pink on.
Professor Flitwick was wearing a white shirt and black pants. His feet were covered by black dress polished shoes. He was wearing black robes with rainbows and bunnies and frogs and shooting stars.
Hagrid was wearing a black suit with polished shoes. His hair was slicked back by axle grease and he was wearing a tie with hippogriffs on it.
There was no Defense against the Dark Arts this year, so there was no teacher for it.
Albus Dumbledore was wearing a red shirt, black pants, and navy blue with yellow moons all over it.
The children looked magnificent in their dress robes and clothes.
The party began. “Let’s start!” squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick.
“Yes!” screamed the students.
“We can’t wait,” added Pansy Parkington in a mocking voice.
“Yes, we can’t wait,” repeated Draco Malfoy sarcastically. “This party is no good.”
“What did you just say?” asked the headmaster, his wand aloft, face furious.
“I said, this party is no good.” Malfoy turned away and went to the group of people gathered around a hopping toad.
“Wait!” called Dumbledore. No one heard. “Wait.” No one. Suddenly, he got a brainstorm. He whispered his plan to Flitwick, who nodded and hurried off in search of something.
When he came back, he was holding some Filibuster Fireworks. Albus Dumbledore went close to the group and carefully let some fireworks near Malfoy.
He screamed and whirled around. “Petrific Totalus!” he screamed.
Dumbledore dodged it and shouted, “Crucio!”
Malfoy screamed again. He managed to get up and said, “Dumbledore, if you do this one more time, I’ll tell my father. He can tell Cornelius Fudge.”
Dumbledore regarded him coolly. “If you tell Lucius,” he started, his blue eyes gazing at Malfoy, “I can tell them that you started it. I have the whole scene on tape.” He held up a tape recorder.
“What-!” Malfoy tried to grab the tape, but Dumbledore held it out of his reach, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon gold spectacles.
“Albus! What are you doing! Let out the food!” hollered Minerva. He flicked his wand and food appeared. “Good,” said Minerva, satisfied and contented. The students sat down to enjoy the food.
A random part...
Snape fainted. It was because he went up to talk with Professor Sinistra, but the steps had a spell on it that made people who walked on it faint. Everyone in Hogwarts knew this except for Snape and the Slytherins. Since Snape fainted, the Slytherins, only, had to get child labor by having to carry heavy tons of buckets of water to dump over Snape to revive him.
And at the end of the chapter...
After the party was over, everyone went to bed. Today, Minerva was to check the Gryffindors and see if they were sleeping. They weren’t.
“10 points from Gryffindor! Lights were out an hour ago. Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves? I will come and see soon if you are asleep.” Minerva turned and went out.
Meanwhile, the Gryffindors had a plan. “When Professor McGonagall comes, let’s hide behind the beds. She will have to do the summoning spell and then we will come zooming at her and knock her over,” Ginny suggested.
“Good idea,” everyone agreed in unison. They hid behind their beds.
When Minerva came in, she said, “Oh, my dear. Where are the students? Accio!” Students came zooming from their beds everywhere. They did knock her over, but they had to get immediately in bed because Dumbledore was coming in.
“What a day this has been,” he sighed when he saw the mess.
That was fun :) Hope you enjoyed it!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Behind Every Illusion
by Christina Harner"All creatures born of human parents must be human and therefore must be ordinary."
Even timid eighteen-year-old Tatiana Lewis wholeheartedly accepts this logic. So when she begins to experience unusual changes, she has no clue where to turn and instead keeps her new abilities a secret. But her best friend and brother, Isaac, sees past her illusions and together they explore the significance of her differences and search out the meaning behind them.
Amidst tragedy, unimaginable transformations and an unexpected friendship, Tatiana has to learn to reveal the girl hidden behind her illusions and what it means to face the world in order to preserve not only the forest but her very existence.
(snatched from book website)
I don't want to give anything away, but Behind Every Illusion is a unique take on a traditional story line. It's a clever mix of fantasy and realistic fiction (with maybe a little sci-fi thrown in). In my opinion, all of the characters were pretty relatable, despite the fact that I share hardly any similarities with them. I really liked the plot progression in the story; it didn't move along too slowly, but instead moved at a pace that really helped make the story more realistic. There are some shockers in this book too, which just made everything more suspenseful.
The only thing that bugged me was that sometimes, there was a little more "tell" than "show" in the writing. I thought some sentences were a little too blunt and could have maybe been phrased a little better.
Other than that, a lovely debut (with a pretty cover) from a promising author! I'm looking forward to more books in this series.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Bookish Meme
Using only books you have read this year (2009), answer these questions. Try not to repeat a book title. It’s a lot harder than you think!
Describe yourself: The Girl Who Could Fly (Victoria Forester)
How do you feel: Lock and Key (Sarah Dessen)
Describe where you currently live: Behind Every Illusion (Christina Harner)
If you could go anywhere, where would you go? House of Dance (Beth Kephart), North of Beautiful (Justina Chen Headley)
Your favorite form of transportation: Spells and Sleeping Bags (Sarah Mlynoski)
Your best friend is: Alice in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)
You and your friends are: Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks (Lauren Myracle)
What's the weather like: That Summer (Sarah Dessen)
You fear: Nothing But Ghosts (Beth Kephart)
What is the best advice you have to give: Don't Judge a Girl by her Cover (Ally Carter)
Thought for the day: Inherit the Wind (Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee)
How I'd like to die: The Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins) NOT!, Eyes Like Stars (Lisa Mantchev)
My soul's present condition: As You Like It (William Shakespeare)
This was so much fun! If you do it, please link in the comments!
Describe yourself: The Girl Who Could Fly (Victoria Forester)
How do you feel: Lock and Key (Sarah Dessen)
Describe where you currently live: Behind Every Illusion (Christina Harner)
If you could go anywhere, where would you go? House of Dance (Beth Kephart), North of Beautiful (Justina Chen Headley)
Your favorite form of transportation: Spells and Sleeping Bags (Sarah Mlynoski)
Your best friend is: Alice in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)
You and your friends are: Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks (Lauren Myracle)
What's the weather like: That Summer (Sarah Dessen)
You fear: Nothing But Ghosts (Beth Kephart)
What is the best advice you have to give: Don't Judge a Girl by her Cover (Ally Carter)
Thought for the day: Inherit the Wind (Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee)
How I'd like to die: The Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins) NOT!, Eyes Like Stars (Lisa Mantchev)
My soul's present condition: As You Like It (William Shakespeare)
This was so much fun! If you do it, please link in the comments!
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Catching Fire
by Suzanne CollinsSuzanne Collins has done it again. After reading The Hunger Games, I didn't expect the sequel to have the same kind of suspense and violence. But it did.
Catching Fire is a completely brilliant book. It's definitely more low-key than The Hunger Games, but still unique and terrific in its own way. I felt that the whole book seemed to lead up to the ending and the third book, so it didn't entirely satisfy my need for drama, but it was still a worthwhile read. It incorporated more sci-fi aspects while keeping the story fresh and realistic, which was something I really enjoyed. Don't judge the book by the beginning -- it starts out slow, but gets MUCH better as it goes on.
Can't wait for the third one!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
FINALLY...
I am now the very gleeful and excited owner of Catching Fire. Eeek! I can't wait to start reading!**On a side note, I will be gone for school camp Wednesday-Friday, so you won't be seeing me around then. Have a good week!
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Miles Between
by Mary E. PearsonThe Miles Between is a lovely, touching, life-changing book. It's about the struggles of a teenage girl who feels that the world is never fair. It's full of spontaneity, surprises, and more.
This book is also about coincidences and fate. It brought up and discussed an interesting point: are there such things as coincidences, luck, fate, etc.? I learned a lot of fun facts about coincidences in history which I never knew before, and I loved how the author tried to constantly emphasize certain dates, names, and words.
The final thing that I think really made this book stand out was the main character, Destiny. Throughout the book, my heart constantly went out to her as she struggled with her past and her emotions. *minor spoiler* However, as I found out near the end, Destiny wasn't a very reliable narrator. There is a shocking plot twist at the end -- Pearson is an absolute genius to have pulled that one off. *end minor spoiler*
Overall, The Miles Between is a lovely, lovely book. It's one of Mary E. Pearson's best works, and readers of all ages will definitely enjoy it.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Asylum for the Verbally Insane
Author unknown
I got this from Maya and found it pretty interesting:
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly,
Boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing,
Grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all
But one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up as it burns down,
In which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop,
How come Mother’s not Mop?
I got this from Maya and found it pretty interesting:
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly,
Boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing,
Grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all
But one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up as it burns down,
In which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop,
How come Mother’s not Mop?
Sunday, August 23, 2009
As You Like It (Shakespeare Challenge #3)
by William ShakespeareOut of all the Shakespeare plays I've read so far, I think As You Like It was my favorite. It was funny, witty, and the easiest to follow. The story was intriguing and especially entertaining for me, since I knew "stuff" that the characters didn't know.
Just like Much Ado About Nothing, As You Like It had nonsensical characters who boasted about their education and intelligence, but were actually (in my opinion) quite stupid. The way the characters argued and discussed about random, silly things made the whole play very enjoyable. (I also learned about a million different ways to say "I want to kill you" in Shakespearean language.)
Overall, a delightful, quirky must-read. Highly recommended -- you won't be disappointed!
My post on the Shakespeare Challenge
Shakespeare Challenge specifics
My review of Romeo and Juliet (Shakespeare Challenge #1)
My review of Much Ado About Nothing (Shakespeare Challenge #2)
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thank You
I'd like to thank everyone who commented on my previous birthday post -- you guys are great and really brightened my day. I'd also like to give special thanks to Beth Kephart, Lorie Ann Grover, Summermoon, Q, bookbutterfly, cuileann, Danielle, and Maya for all their kind posts and birthday cards (and thank you for organizing everything, Maya!). I am incredibly lucky to have such a great sister and so many great friends in the blogging world. :-)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
FYI...
Tomorrow, I'm leaving on vacation to New York and Washington D.C. I don't know if I'll get Internet anywhere, so I don't know if I can post. I haven't scheduled any posts, but you can expect lots of pictures when I get back.
See you in two weeks!
See you in two weeks!
Monday, August 03, 2009
Much Ado About Nothing (Shakespeare Challenge #2)
by William ShakespeareMuch Ado About Nothing was funny, witty, silly, and very entertaining. There were several sub-plots which weaved into the main plot, ranging from mischievous to funny to scheming.There were a lot of puns and double meanings scattered throughout the play, which were really fun to read. I thought that most of the characters were pretty stupid and hypocritical and arrogant, but I guess that's the point of the whole play: making a whole fuss about nothing. The annoying characters added to the whole feel, and it was clear that Shakespeare really tried to emphasize their personalities through their words.
The thing I liked about Much Ado About Nothing was that it was sweet and short; unlike Romeo and Juliet, nothing dragged and I finished it quickly. I think that making it longer would have just made it too unbearable -- the plot was silly enough as it is. Overall, a quick, fun play that I absolutely enjoyed.
P.S.-- I'm going with As You Like It for my last play. Thank you for all your suggestions... I'll be reading a lot of those plays in English for the next couple of years, and I definitely will be checking out the other plays I won't be reading as part of school.
My post on the Shakespeare Challenge
Shakespeare Challenge specifics
My review of Romeo and Juliet (Shakespeare Challenge #1)
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