Finally

At the beginning of the year one could find me nestled tightly under a warm blanket in my room, most days after school. Nothing but silence filled the room and not even my phone would take me away from my reading. Now most days after school one would find me stuffing my face with any food at hand reach and perhaps going the whole day without picking up a book. I don't know what changed exactly! At the beginning of the year I tore through books like a speeding train, now i'm more like a slow moving horse and wagon. I had trouble meeting my page requirements (but it didn't help that i just got the memo that i was suppose to read 150 pages, not 100). But I have a feeling that I stopped reading for me, and read because Mr. Hill made me. When a teacher asks you to do something it suddenly and unfortunately becomes a tedious task. It became another homework assignment that came to be dreaded on a daily basis. Perhaps I also stopped meeting my page requirement because recently I have ran into some awful luck with books! The last three books were astoundingly slow moving and the characters did very little for me. At the beginning of the year I was pleased with my books and had a hard time putting them down! But I undoubtedly had a trend of reading books that were later made into major motions pictures. I'm not sure, i haven't even seen the movies they were made into, save Into the Wild! It was just a habit that I tried to break, and once I did I ended up unsatisfied. Well I've hope you'd enjoyed looking at my blog Mr. Hill. I'm pretty sure you're the only one who ever did! Well that's the word on the streets. Fresh money out yo.

Last volunteer post

Through my journey of blogging I have learned one thing: I am not a fan of blogging. In the beginning I did not mind the tedious job but now I have come to mind it greatly. It is very inconvenient. But about my book! I have decided that the character of Clarissa is not the character Virgina Woolf is writing about! They may have a lot in common, but i don't believe that Woolf wrote her story. It is just a very confusing and generously annoying plot in the story. However, the writing in this story is very different than anything i have read before. In this story simple things, such as walking into a kitchen, creates an astounding and creative metaphor. Most the metaphors are sad though. Usually they are sad. They usually speak of loneliness and regret. It is also often said that the word 'happy' is a dumb word. I don't agree with that one bit! However, i still enjoy the language even if it is a tad depressing at times. Well that's the word on the streets for (almost) the last time! Fresh Money out.

Confused

Well. This book is seperated by three women. Virgina Woolf, the author. Laura, the reader of Woolfs book. Calrissa, a woman who seems to be the character in Woolf's book. But i can't tell! You see the woman in Virgina's book and Clarissa seem to be exactly the same! However, there are a few aspects of her character and life that make it seems that maybe its a considence! I am only 92 pages in and hopefully I will recieve a clear cut answer soon! This book is good thus far though! The different women provide an interesting outlook of the time period and the different trends that defined a decade. Well that is the word on the streets! Fresh Money out

Currently

We have a new book! I decided my bad luck with books began when I started reading books that were not made into major motion pictures, so i back tracked and chose a book with a movie background! At first, however, i did not know this book was a motion picture until somone told me. I am only on page 34 but i am liking this book wayy better than Deathss Little Helpers. The novel tells a story of three woman: Clarissa Vaughan, Laura Brown, and Virgina Woolf. They all have different stories and backgrounds that are very different yet the same. Thus far I have only met Clarissa and a little bit of Virgina. Laura is a still a complete mystery. The writer writes with a lot of beautiful deatial and desrcibes things in way that are outside the box. My favorite sentences so far are...

1."Still, she loves the world for being rude and indestructible, and she knows other people must love it too, poor as well as rich, though o one speaks specifically of the reasons".

2."This determined, abiding fasination is what she thinks of as her soul (an emberassing, sentimental word, but what else to call it?); the part that might conceivably survive the death of the body."

3." Wind worries the leaves, showing the brighter, grayer green of ther undersides."

Accepting Defeat.

I can't finish this book.  I can't do it. It's a horrible book. Nothing is happening! I'm over half way in and NOTHING has happen. Nina, the lady who hired March actually told him to stop looking for Danes. WHAT!? ok. This is ridiclous. This was ridiclous two hundred pages back! Besdies the book being totally lame, it is also due back at the library tomorrow. Lame. The good news is that I will be getting a new book soon! Hopefully the next one will not disappoint me as much. Well that's the word on the streets. Fresh Money out.

A poem I thought you'd enjoy

We were asked to look up poems and though I can't use this for my project I still like it. Enjoy.

 

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

By: Edward Lear

 

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

   In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

   And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,

    What a beautiful Pussy you are,

         You are,

         You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

II

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!

   How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

   But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

   With a ring at the end of his nose,

             His nose,

             His nose,

   With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."

So they took it away, and were married next day

   By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

   Which they ate with a runcible spoon;   

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

   They danced by the light of the moon,

             The moon,

             The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.

An update!

My blog is named update. And yet my book has failed to update at all. Every door that March has opened this far has been violently slammed in his face. Even his relationship with Jane is going down the drain! It seems like nothing is happening in this book. The author may call it suspense, I call it boredom. We were introduced to a reporter Linda Sovitch, and at first i believed that she was innocent. She has a big reputation and a lot to lose by hurting Danes. Plus, she always has a pair of eyes watching her. But has Danes wonders down an aimless path to no where, I wonder if she is covering something up. She certainly has the money to make Danes shut up for awhile. Plus a loyal assistant would certainly get the job done. Well that's the word on the streets. Fresh Money out!