Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Monday, December 16, 2013

Fat Books


This is truth. 

You don't notice it until years after you first bought the book. You pick it up, and look at it. You take in the battered corners, the way the edges are peeling back on the paper of the spine. The spine is covered up and down in a thousand creases. How the paper back cover that used to lie so flat is now creased and doesn't rest flat on the page any more. The pages aren't sharp paper cut material any more, they're sort of....fluffy. And you realize just how long you've had that book and how many times you've read it. You open the front cover and a strange sort of nostalgia comes over you. It's like the excitement of opening it for the first time all over again, only you know what happens. You're walking on an old road you've traveled a hundred times, returning to meet old friends, but you still feel that sense of adventure and suspense like that first time you opened the cover. 

I read so many books over the course of my childhood, I couldn't even begin to list them. But whenever I think about the books I read when I was a kid, the dominating ones that come to mind are the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. 

I loved them. I read the Hobbit first. I've read it the most. 

I read it the for the first time in sixth grade. 

I read it because my friend said it was really good. And she was right. 

I read the bit on the first page telling about Hobbits. I adored the story. I've reread it several times over the years. 

That book say me through that awkward stage of life we call middle school, was used many times as a boring evening's entertainment, gave birth to a brief obsession of riddles, and was still listed among my favorites by my junior year of highschool when I used it in an essay. (still among my favorites. always will be.) That paper was my favorite assignment all year and I couldn't wait to write it. 

Now I open it up again and smile the way you do when you find your stuffed animal from when you were a kid. You know the one. It looks like its been soaked, run over, tread on, maybe used as a napkin. I see the familiar first page heading "And what is a Hobbit?" I flip through all the pages and find that some places lay open better than others. 

I remember that first reading and all the subsequent ones. I remember nearing the end and clutching the pages in fright in a chair in my living room. I remember reading it another time at the pool waiting for my sister. I remember reading it my room when I was bored waiting for my parent's small group to finish so my sister and I could come out. I remember all the times I reread certain parts, and searching for quotes for my paper. 

Bits of my life really are preserved for me within those pages. 

Each time I read it, I understand a bit more. I bring new experience and new knowledge to it every time I read. 

So every time I open it I'm greeted by some old friends, and younger versions of myself, getting a bit older each time. 

Sorry about this completely random, slightly not-flowing post, I'm feeling a little nostalgic over here, and kind of missing childhood. Also the Hobbit just came out, so it's on my mind. 

Love ya!

Robin

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Lavender Brown


I have one more final, you guys. One. More. Tomorrow morning at 10:30. Unfortunately, because it's a group project where we're putting on a skit, I can't study for it. So in order to distract myself, I'm here.

Warning: Harry Potter character death spoilers.



Lavender Brown.

We don't know much about her early on, just that she's in the same year as harry, Ron and Hermione and sorted into Gryffindor. But by the third book, we begin to get a sense of her. She seems frivolous and shallow.  She hangs on everything that Professor Trelawney says even when its obvious that it's a bunch of nonsense. We get the idea that she's maybe an average student. Good enough to remain unnoticed in the middle; not poor or good enough to attract the attention of the teachers.

And then.

We get to sixth year. And this is where everyone loses it. For multiple reasons, but as far as relates to this post, Ron starts dating Lavender. This is the point in the story where every girl wanted Lavender to go jump in the lake, and wanted to slap Ron silly for how he was acting. The relationship was the never-stop-kissing-cheesey-nicknames-always-need-to-be-with-each-other type relationship. Finally, Ron manages to break it off. Takes some difficult circumstances, but still. No one likes Lavender at this point though. She's the kind of annoying person that we couldn't care less if she just disappeared forever.

And then the seventh book. At the end, the great Battle at Hogwarts. McGonagall tells all the first years and everyone who does not want to fight to leave. And we were all thinking, "Okay, yes, good, send the sweet little first year babies home." But then later there's s moment, just a small one, where we see Lavender dead. Killed by Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf.


And here's where I want to camp for a moment. There're a whole lot of places I could go with this, like the casualties of war and all that, but I won't. Lavender Brown, whom we all thought was silly and emotional, flighty, and out of tune to anything that really matters, stayed to fight in the battle of Hogwarts. She knew what the risks were. She knew the odds against them, she knew she didn't have to stay.

She chose to stay and fight, and was killed for it.

Looking back, we notice something not-so-noticed the first time round. Lavender joined the D.A in fifth year, despite Umbridge's reign of terror at Hogwarts. And then, during her seventh year, she joined the second Dumbledore's Army to oppose the Death Eaters at Hogwarts. She hid with the others in the Room of requirement, and she fought in the battle when that time came.

Lavender Brown, who's always dismissed for her somewhat shallow personality, showed that she was more than everyone thought she was. Just because she's not like Hermione-smart, brave, and true, or Luna-individual, unaffected by others, and intelligent, doesn't make her a Pansy Parkinson.

The ordinary people that are so easily dismissed often end up being just as brave and loyal as those of whom we expect great things. No one expected anything above average of Lavender-but she gave the ultimate sacrifice for the cause she believed in.

Lavender Brown; silly, emotional, and maybe a little boy crazy.

Lavender Brown; brave, loyal, and hero of the Battle at Hogwarts.

Monday, February 4, 2013

It's a Monday



Today at school I got bored. And so I did the same thing I always do when I get bored: Pick up a pen. Only today, I did something a little different. I wrote a poem. Or tried to. You see, I'm not all that good at poetry, and I don't know that this even counts as poetry, since it doesn't follow much of a pattern, and doesn't really rhyme. But it came straight from my head of it's own accord, and was inspired in half from a character in a book. (If you name the book and character, I will send you chocolate through my computer screen) Anyways, here it is!

Screams

He weeps,
He holds death
In his hands.
They haunt him.
Screams, screams.

The voices of many,
Voices of the Lost Ones
The lonely assassin.
They haunt him.
Screams, screams.

He closes his eyes.
Still he sees them;
He cannot hide. 
They haunt him.
Screams, screams.

He sees their faces,
Blood drips down,
It proclaims his guilt.
They haunt him.
Screams, screams.

Sharp blade of steel,
Instrument  of death.
He holds in his hand.
They haunt him.
Screams, screams.

He wonders, "Why?"
Bloody footprints 
Trail behind.
They haunt him.
Screams, screams.

They hurt him. 
His soul twisted
In agony cries.
They haunt him.
Screams, screams.


And there you have it. I promise I'm not like suicidal or anything. It's just easier to write sad stuff than happy stuff. But I am not depresses; I swear! That's all for now, so have a lovely Monday, everyone! Except it's a Monday, which makes that statement a complete contradiction, but whatever. =)
Until I can think again, 
Robin

Thursday, January 17, 2013

And So It Starts (Again)



School started this week. No more sleeping till eleven and wandering around the house watching movies and reading books for me. Be that as it may, I was kind of looking forward to the start of school. I like school (most of the time) because its interesting (usually) and with the exception of math. So. Monday. That day dreaded by all the inhabitants of this planet Earth. That day that drags us all out of bed after the delightful sleep and relaxation of the weekend. I had an absolutely undeniably horrid interesting Monday.
First I woke up 15 minutes before I had to leave, but I somehow managed to get out the door almost on time. But I am geographically challenged. I'm going to a different college campus this semester, and I got lost on the way there. In the end, my friend's mom actually drove to the parking lot where I stopped and had me follow her to the school. So I was 20 minutes late for my first class. 'Well at least it can't get any worse'  Never say that. Stuff always gets worse when you say that! I read my schedule wrong after my first class, and went to what I thought was my second one, and realized 10 minutes into it that it was the wrong class and arrived 10 minutes late to the right one. So I had to walk in front of the whole class collecting all these papers from the teacher. And one the way home I almost, almost got lost again. So by the time I was on the way home I was ready to be home lay on the couch and say "No one talk to me" But when I walked up the stairs I just started laughing. It is kind of funny in hindsight.

So that was my Monday? How was yours?

Oh, also, this is a random thought that's been floating around in my head for awhile. For those of you who have read or watched (or both) The Lord of the Rings, what do you think would have happened if Denethor had met Aragorn?

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Sad News (For November, Anyways)



I am so sorry for my lack of posting, lately. I however, have some sad news for you. Depending how you look at it. It might not be sad from another perspective. But anyways. Getting off track. Sad news. I won't be posting again for awhile. At least for the month of November. You see, I'm doing NaNoWriMo (write a novel in a month) this November. So while November lasts, I won't be posting. Or doing any of my other normal pleasure activities except writing while the month lasts. I hope you will forgive me. I'll make it up to you somehow. I promise. Sorry this post is so short; I'll try and make up for that too!

Until the end of November,
Robin

Monday, October 22, 2012

Answers, Answers, Aswers



Sorry it took me so long to post this, I've been way over loaded with school work lately. Like I said, the education system needs to be convinced that math is not necessary for an English degree. We should start a petition. Anyways. Answers. Here you go!

Have you been baptized, and what is your testimony?

Yes, I have been baptized, just last month actually. :) My testimony is rather unexciting, I was raised in a christian home from the time I was little. But here it is: When I was six, we moved to Georgia from Illinois. At that time my parents were not Christians. Somewhere between then and the time I turned seven, my mom become a believer. Sometime after that, my dad became a believer. For a long time, I can't remember exactly how old, I believed I was saved. As I started getting older, I still believed that I was saved, but for me salvation was all about being good. And my motives for being good weren't God's glory. It was to make me look good, to make everyone thing I was "good enough". I was a good little pharisee. Whenever I had a big fight with my parents or something, I would pray and "repent", but it was never real; it was always just to solve my problems, and get a temporary peace. I remember being able to see how my mom had changed, since she had been saved. I could also see that she was different form me. I used to always ask her, "What is it you have?" And she always told me, "All I have is Christ," But that never satisfied me, because I wanted a simple, do these things and you'll be saved. This went on until I was around 13 I think. Then I began to question my salvation, because I could see how my life didn't look like what the Bible described, or the lives of those around me who claimed to be believers. That went on for probably around a year, and I honestly didn't know if I was saved or not. Then I think when I was fourteen, I finally realized that I was not a believer, and that all my own efforts failed. I remember thinking, "I can't do this anymore" I realized that there was absolutely no way I could save myself. My only hope was in Christ, and if I were going to be saved, I couldn't do any of it myself. That's when I became a believer.

If you could have one thing, no matter how expensive, what would it be?

Wow, that's a hard one. There are lots of things I would want. My own bathroom, a dalmatian (I've always thought they were cute!) books....books...more books....my list of books never ends. So, ultimately, I think I would get a library in my house. A really nice one, with those sliding ladders, and all kinds of cool little reading nooks, and those old-fashioned lights and things. Balconies with scrolled railings....you get the idea! That (I think) is what I would want. That would be so incredibly cool, I think I would choke of happiness!

If you could meet anyone dead or alive, who would it be?

Another hard one. I can't just pick one, there are so many people I want to meet for different reasons! Ronald Reagan, my favorite president, is one. Not only did he govern our nation well, but he had a great sense of humor, and he had an easy-to-understand way of speaking so that average people like me could understand when listening to (or reading) his speeches. Also he kept Jelly-Belly Jelly Beans on the Oval Office desk. :) Tolkien is another one I'd love to meet. I'd ask him all my questions about Middle-Earth, and then I would be like, "Master teach me your craft" That would be amazing. Absolutely so. J. K. Rowling would be another person. And she's alive! I'd also ask her to teach me! :) Peter. I'd love to meet the apostle Peter. And C. S. Lewis. He was amazing! That's a little more than just one person....but like I said, I couldn't pick just one!

If you could live in any time period, which would you choose?

Well, there are a few that I would choose from, but the ones that enchant me most are medieval England/Ireland, either one would do, revolutionary America, or Ancient Rome. Ever since I was in grade school, I've loved the revolutionary time period, so that's one place I'd go. Medieval Europe...that desire was mostly sparked by things like Robin Hood and Beowulf. I know, it wasn't really as nice as it sounds in the books, but I'd still love to see it! Or Ancient Rome. So much power, grandeur, and knowledge. For some reason it just sparks my interest. Maybe someday I'll build myself a TARDIS and go to all those places!

Would you rather have A. Have Kelsier and Haymitch meet, B. See Kristen play Katniss, or C. Have a house full of fantasy worldy stuff?

Well just on principal I think I'd have to say no to Kristen Stewart playing Katniss. I think I would die. I wouldn't be able to help thinking of Bella the whole time, and I would simply die inside. As for the others......hmm. Kelsier and Haymitch meeting would be pretty great....but so would a house full of stuff from fantasy worlds....I think I have to go with Kelsier and Haymitch meeting though. That would simply be hilarious and I wouldn't want to miss it!

What's your favorite thing to do when it's horrible and wet out?

Definitely  read or write! Preferably with coffee! When it's raining and cold outside I like to curl up in a comfy chair with a full warm mug of coffee and a good book, or my notebook and a pencil. The rain provides a nice backdrop for traveling to far away lands. And the coffee? Well, let's just say coffee is the answer no matter what the question is! Coffee is always necessary!

Name something that you aspire to do but haven't found the courage/will to do yet.

Well the first thing that comes to mind is back tuck (back flip with no hands) on floor at gymnastics. I know that I'm physically capable of doing it, but getting myself to actually go is hard. So far, I haven't done it. I'm still working up the courage. But I don't know if that counts, so here's another one. :) Publish a book. I always think about how when I finish it, I'm going to publish, but then I get all worried, like, "what if no one buys it?" and stuff like that. That is, if I ever finish one. I guess that could be something I haven't quite gotten the will for yet, but I'm working on it. I just write slowly :)

What is you favorite TV show?

I would have to say either Dr. Who or Merlin. Both are BBC. British TV is better. It just is. Accept it. :) The two show are so different though. I can't really compare them to pick a favorite. Dr. Who is a crazy, weird, and amazing sci-fi show, and Merlin is a retelling of the stories of King Arthur and Camelot...before Arthur is king. So I can't compare them. But those two are my top favorites. Next would have to be Avatar/Legend of Korra. That's awesome too! But again, you can't compare. These two are cartoons, the others aren't! I find it hard to compare them with enough similarities to pick a favorite. But those are my top four. :)

Do you prefer rainy grey days or  bright sunshine filled days?

Another one I can't give a straight answer to! It depends on what I'm doing and my mood. Usually, if I'm going places and have stuff to do, I feel more motivated on sunny days. But then there are days (alot of them, actually) when I just want it to be grey and rainy. I like both. Alot of times, I prefer grey and rainy, but if there's been to much of that, (or if it's summer) :) I prefer the sunshiny days.

What is one thing in the world you are dying to do?

This one is easy! :) Go to Ireland. Of all the things I could ever do, I think that would be at the top of my list. I've always loved Ireland, and I've always wanted to go there. I think it's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, and I want so badly to see it person. Not to mention the accents. Irish accents are simply the best. Scottish and English hold second, but Irish will always be my favorite. And they have all these old castles and things, and New Grange, and sweet little towns...aaah! I'd love to go there! More than any other place in the world! That's what I'm dying to do!

Thanks for all the questions, I loved answering them!

Until I go to Ireland and acquire an accent, 
Robin  

Saturday, September 1, 2012

The Hunger Games




So, I know you're probably all thinking, "Oh no, not another Hunger Games post. I thought we were DONE with that!" I know not all of you are, ;) but still. I know what you mean. I mention The Hunger Games to a friend the other day, and she told me she wasn't talking about The Hunger Games unless it had something to do with Mocking Jay. I asked her why, and she said, "Because it's becoming the next Twilight, and it's driving me crazy!" But you can all rest assured, that there will be none of that nonsense in this post (hopefully). Aaaaaand.....I just lost my train of thought. See? There it goes. Hold on just a sec. I gotta go catch it.

The Hunger Games is becoming something that it was never meant to be. (Got my train back). It's becoming a debate over who's hotter: Gale, Peeta, Finnick or Cato. It's becoming a simple which guy is the girl going to choose amidst all this other stuff that's going on in her life. It was not meant to be a novel stuffed with cheese. It was meant to have meaning. I don't have one specific place to start, just a bunch of thoughts on the matter, so I'm just going to pick one of them, and start with it.

"It takes twice as long to put yourslef back together again as it does to fall apart,"~ Finnick.
Think about it. It's so much easier to fall into a pit than to climb out of it once you fall in. Have you ever noticed that its so easy sometimes, to give into your emotions? To just sink into that despair that nothing will ever work like its supposed to?  It's so easy to give in to that, to let yourself fall apart. But to put yourself back together again? That's hard. To climb out of the ditch of emotion and confusion that you've fallen into. Finnick is telling Katniss that she can't give into the despair, the stress, the madness, that awaits her. He says that if she once gives into that, it will be twice as hard to climb out of it. Not worth the momentary relief the emotions offer. Katniss is surrounded by war, by a man threatening every one she loves, forcing one them to unwillfully betray them, changing his very memories so that he thinks Katniss is an enemy. Yet she can't give into her emotions. She can't let herself fall apart. Or it would take twice as long to put herself back together again.

And Haymitch. Everyone laughs at the scene where he falls drunk off the stage and his drunken antics on the train, and they are funny, and I did my fair share of laughing, but did you ever stop to really consider the reason behing the drunkeness? Haymitch won the games, which at first, sounds great, he lived, never to play in the games again, but it's not. Now, every year until he dies he has to mentor the District 12 tributes. And District 12, one of the poorest, sends its poor, hungry, terified children to the Games, and Haymitch has to work to find them sponsers, everything he, as a mentor, can do to keep them alive, and then watch them die anyways. Imagine that. Year after year. He drinks himself into blessed oblivian. When he says, "Here's some advice: Stay alive!" It's more than just a humurous quote, it's also a demonstration of a man who's given in to hopelessness. He's accepted the appearent truth that all his tributes are going to die. And it haunts him. Haunts him so that he drinks to forget. To forget the deaths he's been forced to watch. He drinks because for him, there is no other relief. He's doomed to try and save those who will die. To watch the deaths of the innocent, who cannot save themselves. No wonder he wants a way out.

Katniss, who at the end of Mocking Jay, admits she is afraid even of good things because they could be taken away. And that was her experiance in life. If you had something good, it got taken away. Life held nothing good, and if it did it could not last. She told Gale she never wanted to have children, a joy every one of us looks forward to with joy. She didn't want to have children, because how could one be so cruel as to bring children into a world where you're so poor you have to put your name in the Hunger Games drawing more than once in order to eat, as if once wasn't bad enough. How could you raise children in that world? She didn't want to bring more lives more misery.

These are just a few examples. But the Hunger Games is a story about human nature. About how we work. How our thoughts and emotions, our minds, how they respond to life, and trials. It shows us what humans are capable of becoming, from President Snow, to Finnick Odair, to the smallest child killed by the parachute bombs dropped in the Capitol. So what themes or ideas do you see? Please comment! I love hearing everyone's thoughts!

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Little Things



It's the Little things. Playing Ultimate Frisbee barefoot in a field. Squeezing into a huge squishy chair with my friend to share amusing, stupid and deep heart-to-heart conversations. Cleaning house to movie soundtracks. Getting an out of the blue gift from my parents; a package of Sharpie products: 5 sharpie pens (red, black, blue, green, and.... *drum roll* PURPLE!!!), 3 Sharpie markers (red, blue and black) and 3 Sharpie highlighters (pink, yellow and orange). A hysterical conversation over Little Caesar's pizza with friends. A game of Apples to Apples Bible Version that turned into a theological debate. Totally geeking out over a Lord of the Rings Risk board. (It was SERIOUSLY awesome). Card games. Trying to teach the guys to do handstands with one of my best friends. Discussing muscle groups, of all things. Watching a few episodes of Dr. Who, on the tv in the living room cause no one's home. Babysitting cute kids.

I know we say it all the time, but it really is the little things in life. I get excited about big things in my life, but sometimes, the little ones can be pretty exciting to. That pack of Sharpie things sent me running through the house laughing like a child out of joy. With college (and the rest of school) starting, I've been so busy I can't get anything straight in my brain. But the other day, when I realized I hadn't posted in a while, I started wondering what to blog about. Then I started thinking about all the things that had happened recently, sharpies, Frisbee, etc., and I realized just how great they are. Even now, as I'm thinking back on these little instances that don't matter a bit in the grand scheme of things, make me smile, make me happy.

So remember the little things. They often create some of the most wonderful memories we can have.

Love,
Robin

Monday, August 6, 2012

Rambling Random Thoughts

I was going to make that title sound all cute with three R's.....but I couldn't think of another "R" word, so I didn't. I just put thoughts instead. I could have put something like rings or rocks or roads or rabbits or rats but none of those would make sense. Rabbits are cute though. I'm watching men's gymnastics right now. Those guys haveinsanely HUGE muscles. Like seriously huge. I have a talent for pointing out the obvious. It's 11:30 at night, and i have no idea what to write about. My thoughts are dripping through my brain like quicksand. I've tried to think thoughts and write and be creative all day but it's not working. Every time I try it's like my brain just goes, "Meh." and that's as far as I can get.

I have open house for school tomorrow. That means the day I start school is like a week away. In one week people, I'll be a ...DUN DUN DUN... SENIOR! *gasps and horrified screams* Where in the world did my life go? I feel so...so...OLD! What is this? I'm almost done with high school? Huh? At least I'm only taking five classes. But three of them are at...DUN DUN DUN....COLLAGE! *Gasps and horrified screams again* There will be people there. Normal people. I'll have to be *Gasp* NORMAL! Not only normal, but SOCIAL! WHAAAAAAAAAT???

Speaking of, this made me laugh....





Also, in other news/thoughts/rocks/roads/rabbits, I'm reading A Tale of Two Cities. Again. Voluntarily. That's the crazy part. I am willingly reading this book. After all my complaining about it this year. After having it assigned in school twice in two separate years, and neither time finishing it. I was told by two people that have similar taste in books to me, that it is a good book. Also, that being made to read it in a week is wrong. Also when I read it on Sparknotes, (yes, I used Sparknotes for school last year, though I am ashamed to admit it :) I enjoyed the story. It was very interesting with many plot twists and crazy stuff. So I am reading it again, taking more than a week, and this time I WILL finish it.

Oh wow. It's almost 12. I've been rambling for a half an hour now. So thank-you, dear readers, for listening to my Rambling Random Rabbit Road. HA! All R's!

Until another day when I am not having my mind blown,
Robin


Thursday, July 26, 2012

Wait...You Mean They're NOT Real??




This happens to me all the time. I read good books, and the characters seem so alive, so real, that you can't help falling in love with them. And then, for me I find myself thinking, "I wish I could meet him" And then reality comes crashing down on me, and I remember that they aren't real. I think of all the characters I love, they don't seem to me like the inhabitants of an imaginary world made up by another human. They seem like real people who I could actually meet if only I could manage to run into them. There's always a moment, when I think about my favorite characters that I feel like they ARE  real, a moment when it seems that I could meet them, and sit down with them and talk to them. And then after all to short moment, I remember that they're not real people. I always find it heartbreaking that as soon as I close the pages of a good book the characters vanish. They remain, forever encased in some thin sheets of paper and ink letters. They don't follow me out of that world into the other., and it is only in this world of paper and ink that I can find these dear friends. Because that's how I view them: Not interesting characters, but as dear friends that I feel as though I've know all my life. And in that moment, when I remember that they're not real, or the moment I remember they will stay encased in ink, or that the series is over, I realize by the empty feeling inside me, how much I love fictional characters. There is a pleasant side to all of this, however. When I close the pages of a book, however sorrowful it may be that they cannot come with me, whenever I re-open those pages, those friends will be waiting for me, no matter what. We can pick up just where we left off. And no matter what happens, these people will stay the same, in the pages of a well worn book, unchanging, just waiting for me to return to them and pick up where we left off.

Does anyone else have thoughts like these, or am I just really weird??

Until I manage to travel to other dimensions and meet fictional people,
Robin


Monday, July 23, 2012

Harry Potter: Magic, not Witchcraft (Also, a Few Pictures From the Croatia Trip)

Pictures first! Jar of Wonders suggested that I post some pictures from the trip, so here you go! None of these were taken by me, (I didn't have my camera with me) but by my photographically talented friends.


Part of our team in the Amsterdam airport



The other part of our team in the airport




The Campers!


Flag Tag!


My team! GO YELLOW DETECTIVES!





Now for the second part of this post: Harry Potter. I realize some people don't want to read these because of the use of witches and wizards. But sometimes, I get frustrated when people assume it's bad, just because it has those words in it, without knowing what it's really about. Saying that Harry Potter is evil because it has witches and wizards to me is like saying that Hunger Games is evil because it's about children killing children. They're the same basic assumptions, and the same lack of knowledge. Now, if you feel that it goes against your conscience to read them, then fine. I'm not telling you that you have to read them or anything else. I just want to explain a little about them. You don't have to read them!

First, the terms witches and wizards. Most people, which seems strange to me, don't seem to have a problem with the word "wizard". Also people seem to forget that many of our favorite characters in other stories are wizards. Merlin from King Arthur and Gandalf from Lord of the Rings are two examples. But as to the term witch. In Harry Potter it absolutely does not refer to the people we think of when we think of witches. We tend to think of witches as creepy old ladies who ride around on broomsticks making witches brew, cackling cursing people, and generally being evil. In Harry Potter, however witch simply denotes female. Like actor and actress. Wizards are male magical people, and witches are female magical people. It's nothing more than a way of differentiating between genders.

This brings me to a second thing. The school is called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Alot of people also seem to have a problem with the word witchcraft. When I think of the word "witchcraft" outside of Harry Potter it brings to mind something evil. When people pray to demons and stuff like that. But when I think of the word magic, (I know this seems a bit off topic, but bear me with me) I think of all the cool things in the fantasy books I love to read. The prophecies, magical creatures. Take Eragon for example. They cast magic spells all the time. Spells, by the way, seem to be another thing that bother people in Harry Potter. But the fact that those spell require a wand, (nothing more than a magical object, which are found in all kinds of fantasy books) does not make them any different from the spells cast in, say, Eragon, which are don't require anything but speech. But back to magic and witchcraft.  In Harry Potter, the word "witchcraft" is just like a term for what a person does. Like a forester learns woodcraft. A witch, (female magical person) learns witchcraft. A wizard, (male magical person) learns wizardry. In Harry Potter witchcraft is nothing more than magic. I realize that this is not the way it works in the real world, but I also realize that Harry Potter is a work of fiction, fantasy fiction at that. So it's not the same as in the real world. In the world of Harry Potter, witchcraft is a fancy term for magic. And come to think of it, I don't remember the term witchcraft being used at all in the series. They used the word magic the whole time.

The main point of this post is that before you say a book is bad to read, find out a little more about it. And then, if you still feel like it's something you shouldn't be reading, then don't. Anyways, thanks for listening to my semi-orderly ramble. Only one rabbit trail! Yay!

Adios, love you!


Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Good Christian fiction?

A few days ago, I was at a pool party with good friends, good food, (it was delicious) and obviously, a pool. My friend Joanna (from Castles in the Air) and I were sitting in the pool enjoying a pleasant conversation about books. And one of the things we talked about was the serious lack of good Christian fiction.
 It seems like most like a lot of Christian authors these days fill their stories with a bunch of fluff. Then they tack their good values and ideals onto the surface of their books so that they can say it's a "Christian" novel. But, as far as ideals go, they shouldn't be plastered all over the surface of the story. That makes them seem fake, or cheep. They should run deep, be demonstrated in the characters, their lives and struggles, inward and outward. Then these ideals seem like real things, an actual part of the story world.
Also with these ideals/virtues it seems that the non-christian authors understand what they should look like better than the Christian authors. Leadership for example. I read a book recently that was extremely well written, and it was not by a Christian author; it was by a Mormon. But this novel, written by an unbeliever, showed better biblical leadership than any of the Christian novels I've read. Two characters specifically, one, the leader of a bridge crew, the lowliest of the low. Another a noble man; uncle to the king. The second man, the nobleman, lived by the principals in a book called The Way of Kings. The principals were things like, don't ask your men to do anything you wouldn't be willing to do yourself. It told stories of past rulers, one who had traveled cross country on his own two feet rather than in luxury in order to see what life was like for his subjects, another where the king saw, as he went down the road, a peasant struggling to carry a heavy rock, and the king carried it for him. The first man, the bridgecrew leader, was always an encouragement to his men, never let them loose hope. In order to get them to practice carrying bridges so they wouldn't get killed, he did it himself. When they had to carry the bridges into battle, he made sure he always stood in the most deadly places, risking himself instead of his men. If these characters don't show biblical servant-leadership, then please tell me, what does?
Another thing that's been bugging me about Christian fiction is the quality of the writing. Set aside for a minute the morals and values and all that, and look at the actual quality of writing. To be honest, it's not that great. Once, in a sermon I heard that "Christians should be the best at whatever they do" best teacher, student, whatever it is you do, you should be the best at it because you are doing it for God. For His glory, in His service. But the Christian books I've read usually pale in comparison (with the exception of C. S. Lewis) to secular authors. The secular books I've read have been much better written, pull me into the world of the story with a force much stronger than that of a Christian book.
Alot of this has to do, I think, with the portrayal of the villain. The non-christian books I've read have me curled in a ball, my nose an inch from the page, expecting every moment the villain to jump out from behind me and attack. The Christian books I've read, however, have not been that scary. Their villains are usually some dude who lives in a far off country that we never really meet but everybody says he's really terrible. It's like they're afraid to show their villains as horribly evil bad guys because they think then they won't have a so-called "Christian" book anymore. Because it's to dark, and "we're Christians, we can't have stuff like that in our books!" Well, I hate to burst the bubble, but bad people exist in real life. And, since writing, even fantasy writing, is a reflection of real life, then bad people (villains) are going to exist in fiction to. And if you want a good story you have to make him believable.
Now, I am not saying that there shouldn't be a clear line between what is good and what is bad. There should be a distinction between the villain and the hero. What I AM saying is that the villain should be shown for what he is. The reader should be terrified of him, and yet feel a burning desire for his defeat.  This just doesn't seem to happen in Christian fiction. The job of a writer is to skilfully evoke the emotions of his/her reader. Emotions of love, joy, sorrow, fear. And you don't create fear without something to be truly afraid of. If we are going to be good writers, with good stories, not just OK stories, we need to be able to pull on our readers emotions, not just any one emotion, but all of them.
Anyways, thanks for listening to this long-winded post, and I hope I haven't made anyone mad, I don't want to be chased by angry readers armed with tomatoes! =)

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Random Stuff

So basically, I don't feel like writing a long and involved post, right now, so I'm going to be lazy and show you a bunch of things that made me laugh. (Credit for pictures goes to Pinterest)

Or more....




Socially acceptable is underrated.


Guilty.


"Move along!"


Guilty again.


This movie simply has the best quotes!!

'Nuff said.


Poor Tenzin!

Nor does one simply walk into Wal-Mart.

Will somebody please tell my brain to shut up?





Tuesday, April 24, 2012

This. Is. The. End. (of Chemistry)

Today was the last day of Timothy Ministry. Today was the last day of Lit. TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF CHEMISTRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Jumps up and down squealing hysterically* I took the chemistry final today, and now I'm done. Finished. It's over. Finn es. I never have to think about it again. It's OVER people! Like, FOREVER! Ah-ha-HA-ha-ha!! (That was my Marry Poppins imitation in case you were wondering) Also at the behest of some of my followers, I am posting that LOTR essay I wrote. It's kinda long, so be warned, but here it is:


The Fellowship of the Ring as an Epic Fairytale

The Fellowship of the Ring is at once an epic tale along the lines of Beowulf and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and a fairy tale about a simple hero thrust into the turbulent currents of the world. The hero, Frodo Baggins of Bag End, a hobbit of The Shire, is anything but the hero of an epic quest. Beowulf was said to possess legendary strength, and Gawain, despite being the youngest in the court, has a reputation as an accomplished knight. Frodo, on the other hand, possess none of these qualities, at least it seems so. He considers himself a simple hobbit of The Shire, he enjoys the company of friends, food and drink, sleeping late, tramping through all the familiar paths of Hobbiton. As his Uncle Bilbo puts it, “He [Frodo] would come with me, of course, if I asked him. In fact he offered to once, just before the party. But he does not really want to, yet. I want to see the wild country again before I die, and the Mountains; but he is still in love with the Shire, with woods and fields and little rivers.” (Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 32)
            Not even Frodo can avoid hearing the call to adventure forever, however. It comes to him, just as it came to Bilbo, through the old wizard Gandalf. This estimable character arrives at Bag End one day with disturbing news about Frodo’s gold ring. After a long conversation, Gandalf gets to his most shocking bit of information: “This is the Master-ring, the One Ring to rule them all. This is the One Ring that he lost many ages ago, to the great lessening of his power. He greatly desires it – but he must not get it” (The Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 49). This is Frodo’s call to adventure. He accepted it, reluctantly, and in doing so began in a small way to show real heroic qualities sleeping under the surface. As Nathalie Giraurd says, “It is also important to note that the hero always accepts what Joseph Cambell calls ‘The Call to Adventure’”(Nathalie Giraurd, J.R.R Tolkein’s The Hobbit: An Unlikely Hero Driven to Heroism).  Later, Frodo hears the Call to Adventure repeated by more voices at the Council of Elrond. He demonstrates even more clearly heroic qualities lying beneath the surface by voluntarily accepting the Quest of the Ring.
            An epic hero as from the old tales undertakes his quest alone. Bilbo, near the end of his own story accomplishes this. He and the dwarves have arrived at the Mountain, but they do not know what to do, and it is Bilbo who provides a solution. “Now I will make you an offer,” he says, “I have got my ring and will creep down this very noon…and see what he [Smaug] is up to,” (the Hobbit, pg.221).  Frodo, from beginning to end has at least one companion; though the breaking of the Fellowship is similar to continuing on alone. For the majority of the journey, however, he has eight companions, one of whom is rather important, and demonstrates another aspect of the mix between epic and fairy tale in this book: Aragorn son of Arathorn. His life has been spent in solitary wanderings, as he tells Boromir at the Council. “I have had a hard life and a long; and the leagues that lie between here and Gondor are a small part in the count of my journeys. I have crossed many mountains and many rivers and trodden many plains, even into the far countries Rhun and Harad where the stars are strange…Lonely men are we, Rangers of the wild, hunters-but hunters ever of the servants of the Enemy,” (Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 242).
He is also the possessor of a legendary sword: Narsil, blade of Elendil that broke beneath him when he died in the Battle of the Last Alliance. Aragorn renamed it Anduril. Frodo also carries a sword of legend inherited from Bilbo. The blade Sting that Bilbo acquired on his journey made long ago by Elven smiths. A few of the other characters are bearers of legendary weapons as well. Gandalf, who bears along with his staff, the Elven sword Glamdring, once born by the king of the great city Gondolin in the Elder Days. Even Pippin and Merry, the youngest of the Company have swords that while unnamed, have legendary beginnings, made by the men of Westernesse; Numenorians.
According to Giraurd another “characteristic of the epic hero is his noble origin,” (Nathalie Giraurd, J.R.R Tolkein’s The Hobbit: An Unlikely Hero Driven to Heroism). Frodo, however more resembles the hero of a fairytale: An average man who becomes great. Aragorn however is of noble lineage, as he proclaims to Eomer, on the fields of Rohan, “ ‘Elendil’ he cried, ‘I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dunadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil’s son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!’” (The Two Towers, pg. 423). Legolas and Bormir are of noble birth as well, though neither of them are the hero of the story. Boromir is the son and heir of the steward of Gondor, and Legolas is the son of Thranduil, Elven king of Mirkwood.
Loyalty is a virtue esteemed by people of all kinds.  There should be no surprise then, in the fact that loyalty is one of the qualities in an epic hero. Sir Gawain even lays his own life in danger in order to save King Arthur. While this trait can be seen in the Fellowship of the Ring, it is not in the hero that it is most profoundly demonstrated. Instead, Sam Gamgee, Frodo’s servant shows true loyalty with poignant clarity. He recounts to Frodo a conversation and says, “ ‘Leave him!’ I said, ‘I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon, and if any of those Black Riders try to stop him, they’ll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with,” (The Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 85). Pippin and Merry appear at first to simply be young, fun loving hobbits, but they prove themselves to be much, much more. They voluntarily choose to leave the Shire with Frodo, even though it would appear to be safer to stay home. Later on, after seeing the dangers of the harsh world outside the Shire, they still affirm the fact that they are willing to journey with Frodo all the way to Mount Doom. Aragorn too, is loyal to Frodo. He demonstrates his loyalty before he really even knows them, indeed it is in defending himself against Sam’s doubts that he does so: “But I am the real a Strider fortunately… I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and if by life or death I can save you, I will,” (Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 168).  Like every other virtue, loyalty has an opposite: Disloyalty. If Aragorn and the hobbits display loyalty, Boromir shows disloyalty. This may seem an odd choice on Tolkien’s part, but the vice puts the virtue in clear relief. By demonstrating disloyalty and the ensuing chaos, the value of loyalty and the peace it provides becomes all the more clear.
Previously mentioned, an epic hero takes on his quest alone, while a fairy tale hero does not necessarily go alone. In this area, Tolkien blends the two. While characters often take on their quests together, each character must undertake his or her own journey. Eowyn, niece of Théoden king of the Riddermark, is just one example of this. Eowyn sees what her uncle cannot: war is encroaching all around their land. She sees that her father’s counselor, Grima, is a traitor, trying to destroy Rohan through its own king. She feels impotent; longing to do something but unable. She is not afraid of danger, and when Aragorn asks her what she does fear, she answers, “A cage… To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire,” (Return of the King, pg. 767).  Afterwards, when her uncle’s host has come, and prepares to depart, she disguises herself, and rides with the company. In one sense, she is part of a company, in another she rides alone.  At the end of her journey, she acts in true heroic fashion, and slays a great monster, the Witch King, chief of the Nazgul. She has (unbeknownst to her) the assistance of Merry in this feat, but she is the one who executes the killing blow; receiving a mortal wound in the process. When she recovers, returning from the doors of death, she finds she has learned wisdom.
            Great physical strength, coupled with courage and bravery are much admired traits of epic heroes. Frodo is no possessor of great strength, though many of his companions are. Legolas, an elf, Gimli, a stout dwarf, wields his axe with great strokes, Aragorn and Boromir, both men of courage and valor, and Gandalf, who possesses strength that belies the appearance of age. Frodo has not the strength of these, but as Elrond said, “This quest may attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong,” (The Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 262).  As for courage, it is not lacking in Frodo, only it sleeps; waiting for the right moment to show itself. And when it is revealed it is as great as that in the hearts of the strong. When he and the other hobbits, led by Aragorn camp on Weathertop, Frodo’s courage wakes for the first time. The Witch King attacked Frodo, and even though Frodo succumbed and put the Ring on, he still acted bravely; shouting and slashing at the Nazgul. Later, in Moria, Frodo’s courage is demonstrated again: “Suddenly, and to his own surprise, Frodo felt a hot wrath blaze up in his heart. ‘The Shire’ he cried, and springing beside Boromir, he stooped and stabbed with Sting at the hideous foot,” (The Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 316).  There is also courage to be found in endurance. A lesser heart would not endure forever, and Frodo endured and fought to the end. Even as they neared Mordor, and the Ring grew stronger, taking over more of Frodo’s mind, he, with a great effort of will, forced himself to keep going.
Frodo also learned wisdom, even before his quest was finished. Before he left, he possessed some small wisdom after a Shire-like fashion. He knew that there was a world outside the Shire, and that no matter how isolated it seemed, the Shire would be affected by the events that took place there. But as his journey progressed, he learned more wisdom. Perhaps this is shown most poignantly in his views about Gollum. At the beginning he tells Gandalf, “But I am frightened, and I do not feel any pity for Gollum…Do you mean to say that you, and the Elves, have let him live on after all those horrible deeds? Now, at any rate he is as bad as an Orc, and just an enemy. He deserves death,” (Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 58). Later on, he actually meets Gollum.  In a new answer to that previous conversation he says, “Very well…But I am still afraid. And yet, as you see, I will not touch the creature. For now that I see him, I do pity him,” (Two Towers, pg. 601).
In every part of the book, aspects of both an epic and a fairy tale can be seen. There are many more numerous demonstrations of this throughout the book. This mixture creates something unique; a something that appeals to both the part of us that wants an epic, something superhuman and awe-inspiring, and also to the part that wants a fairy tale, something that we can relate to, a hero we can feel for, empathize with. The Fellowship of the Ring pulls off this feat magnificently. 

An there you have it, folks. The. End. Of. Timothy. Perhaps a social life will come to me now?    
    

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Old Ladies, Books and Daisies

Old ladies.



Books.

Daisies


Now, you may be wondering what these three things have in common. All shall be revealed in good time. For now, just know that I like to speculate about what my friends will be like in the future. In this case, far into the future:when we've achieved old lady-hood. (I think I just invented a word). We'll be librarians together, of that much, I'm convinced. So let us see how things play out. (In my mind anyways)
Joanna emerges from back room with a cup of tea.
Me: What's that?
Joanna:This, my friend is a pint!
Me: It comes in pints? I'm getting one! (goes to back room)
Nat: But you've already had a whole half!
(At this point on of the moms begins glancing at us covertly. She's new to the town, so for the sake of ease, we'll call her N.M)
AnnaKate (who has of course moved back to GA :): Don't drink the cactus water!!
I return from the back room: I get it now!
AnnaKate: Click!
Everyone laughs
N.M (Unsure how to phrase her question) Are they...you know....well...all okay?
Other Moms: Oh, their perfect old dears, but you know, their minds are starting to go, and they say all kinds of things. The children love them.
Joanna: I haven't lost my mind yet, young wippersnappers! I've always wanted to use that word!
(Lindsey walks in)
Me: The daisies are still there!
Lindsey: Duck...Duck...
Me PINECONE!
Joanna (Remenisent smile): Oh, the Camp Days...
AnnaKate: half-blood?
Joanna (putting on affected British accent): But of course, dear!
AnnaKate: (points to one child in the library): That one reminds me of Saaka.
Natalie: Air-bending slice!
Robin: Airship sli-iice!
All laugh over this and the confused looks on the bystanders faces.

This was basically something that popped into my head awhile ago, and this is my first attempt to put into actuall words. But at least you can sort-of (hopefully) see what the three things mention at the begining of this weird post have to do with eachother. What think you? Should more be added? Some taken away? I love coments! :)
Adios!



Thursday, April 12, 2012

An Essay on LOTR, And A Semnlance of Logic? Maybe?

This week for school, I was given the best assignment I've ever had in my entire life. I mean, it was a amazing. Like the best thing that could've happened. I've been longing to do an assignment of this sort since I read LOTR. An essay. On The Lord of the Rings. HOW MUCH BETTER CAN IT GET?!? Needless to say, I'm a little excited about this. I think my teacher might hate me after reading it though, because I'm not exactly known for being brief when it's something I enjoy. :) And technically it's about Fellowship, but she said we could use other books by Tolkien as well, so I am probably going to have to limit my self. :/ But HEY! It's still a Lord of the Rings essay!!
Also, I just finished a delightful dinner from McDonald's. A cheeseburger, a coke, and french fries. French fries are the stuff of the gods. I would have taken a picture of them to share their loveliness with you delightful people, but alas! I ate them all. So I will simply have to taunt you about their lovely golden deliciousness. Warm, perfectly salted crunchy and squishy, aaah...they were wonderful! But they are sadly gone. So is the coke.
Anyways, I'll stop talking about food now. I'm sure you're all wondering about the whole "semblance of logic" thing, because as most of you probably know, logic isn't exactly something I excel at. So here goes: Today I was thinking about to things that I say all the time. First that normal is a relative term. Second that weird people have more fun. Well, I realized, if normal is relative, then so is weird. And if weird is relative than every person is thought weird by somebody else. Therefore everyone is weird. AND if weird people have more fun, and everyone is weird, then everyone has the same amount of fun, because everyone is weird, so everyone has more fun. I don't know if any of that made any sense, but I had to try. :)


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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A Reeeeeeeeeeeeeally Long HG Post

My Favorite Fight Scene
As I was reading these books, the reader in me hated (and still does) every one them because of the pain, terror, damage they caused. I apreciated the tension and fear they cause me, but I hated the Capitol for every fight they caused. The writer in me loved it. As a good friend and fellow blogger/HG nerd pointed out, the whole trilogy is really a battle of some sort. And I really admire Collins ability to make the reader feel constant fear, gut-twisting fear. I could choose any one fight scene fom the books, but I'll focuse on one in particular: the battle in the pipes under the Capitol. While they were under there, my heart was beating at 90 miles and hour, and I was expecting the sound of lizard mutts every second. I became totally oblivious to everything around me, my whole body tense with fearful anticipation. Then, at the very end, the lizard mutts caught up with them. My fear reached a screaming creschendo. Then Finnick is killed. Selfless innocent Finnick. Collins not only causes us to feel fear as the mutts chase Katniss and her friends, but she shows us the utter depravity of the capitol. When I read this scene, and others, not only did my hear race, but my gut twisted at the horror that is the Capitol. Collins uses her fight scenes to build tension, and also to demonstrate the true nature of the Capitol.

A Scene That Made Me Laugh
There were several of those! Even in some of the most dire situations, I still laughed! One of my favorites is in Catching Fire in the areana when Katniss and Finnick are covered in that medicine that makes them look all ghostly, and they lean in close to Peeta's face and wake him up. I laughed so hard during this scene! And then, of course, there's Haymitch. He has so many great one liners!
"Here's some advice: Stay Alive."
"So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol. See, this is why no one lets you make the plans."
"And that my friends is how a revolution dies."
"You've got about as much charm as a dead slug."

A Scene That Made Me Cry
There were several scenes that made me cry, but one in particular was Rue's death. She was 12 years old. She was like a little bird, leaping from tree to tree, and despite being tossed into the Games, she never seemed to lose her childlike innocence, which made it all the worse when she died. As soon as I met her, I fell in love with her. I hoped all along that they could find a way to beat the capitol, that three could win. But of course it couldn't. So when the spear hit her, I was horrified. And when she asked Katniss to sing...well suffice it to say I lost it. From that point on I was in tears. Not only at the fact that one of my favorite characters was killed, but over the cruel heartlesness of the Capitol.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Here it's safe and here it's warm
And here the daisies guard you from every harm
And here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Rue's Lullaby

A Character You Are Most Like
Suzane Collins writes so that her audience can relate to her characters. I look at all the wonderfully complex characters in the trilogy and wonder if I would react the same way. I can see myself in Prim, who just wants Katniss to be able to stay home. In her anguish as Katniss climbs the stage. When I first read the trilogy, I hated Katniss for her indecisiveness, and selfishness, but after some thought, I realized that really my actions probably wouldn't have been much different. When faced with that much pressure, I would have fallen apart to. Probably more often than Katniss did. I see people like Gale and Finnick and so many others who remained strong in the face of the Capitol, and I wonder, would have been able to do that?

My Favorite Quote
How could you even ask something like that? When there are so many wonderfull quotes to choose from, how could I pick just one? When I try to answer that question my mind is flooded by voices as quotes come to mind. Here are some of my favorites:
"Her's some advice: Stay alive."
-Haymitch
"Why, do you find this distracting?"
-Finnick
"Remember girl on fire, I'm still betting on you."
-Cinna
"So, it's you and a syringe against the Capitol. See this is why no one lets you make the plans."
-Haymitch
"Want a sugar cube?"
-Finnick
"Poor Finnick. Is this the first time you haven't looked pretty?
'Must be.The sensation's completely new. How have you managed it all these years?'
'Just avoid mirrors. You'll forget about it.'
'Not if I keep looking at you.'"
"Jealousy is certainly involved. I also think you're a little hard to swallow. With your tacky romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn't an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally."
-Johanna
I could go on and on and on, but I'll stop there! :)



Thursday, February 23, 2012

3o Day Challenge Hunger Games Style

Okay, as we all know, the Hunger Games is coming out in 29 days as of today! I am just a little EXTREMELY excited about this, so I'm going to attempt to complete this challenge! No guarantees though!
Day I: Your Favorite Character.
Well, I happen to be an indecisive person, and I have several favorite characters.
First off, we have Gale Hawthorn. I love this guy! He's mysterious, a hunter, spirited, selfless, loving, understanding, and not to mention handsom! I fell in love with Gale from the first time I met him in The Hunger Games! I could go on about Gale forever, but I won't because I have other characters to mention in this post.

Haymitch. Who DOESN'T love Haymitch? I mean, he's wonderfull! He seems rude and gruff on the outside, but he really does care about Katniss and Peeta. He just doesn't always show it. He also has a wonderful sense of humor!  Sarcastic, and sort of black, he takes even the worst of situations, and cracks jokes about it!

Cinna is also an amazing person! He is totally not what anyone would expect from a Capitalist. When Katniss was about to meet him, I was like, "Oh great! It's just going to be another stupid shallow, auncaring person from the Capitol." Boy, was I wrong! This guy, actually cared about Katniss and what happened to her. He wasn't shallow at all, but somehow he always managed to comfort Katniss when she needed it most. He was always gentle and kind, but rediculously clever! He was a part of the rebellion from the begining, and designed Katniss's clothes accordingly, especially in Catching Fire!

This is the last one, I promise! But I have to say something about Finnick Odair. Previous victor in the Hunger Games, he, despite being used by the Capitol, managed to hang on to his wonderful sarcastic sense of humor, and remain true to his love, Annie! He is always encouraging the others in the Arena, and later on during the Rebellion. He selflessly sacraficed himself, despite the fact that he would have to leave everything he loved behind. Finnick is simply a wondrful person, end of story!

Friday, February 10, 2012

Confesions of a Book Lover

I get a slight attachment very emotionally attached to the books I read. Like really. I commonly cry, yell (out loud), and laugh. Like I said, emotionally attached! I'm also fiercly loyal to my favorite characters, this includes Gale Hawthorn, AnnaKate and Joanna! :) I've also been known to shout such things as "No! You are such an IDIOT! What do you think you're doing?" At which point my family looks at me as if I've lost my mind. When a character dies, I feel as if a person I actually knew has died, and leaves an empty hole in my heart, and I often find myself mentally telling the charactera "No, you're not aloud to die! I forbid you to die!" Not that it does a whole lot of good! And, if there is even the slightest chance that the character is alive, I refuse to believe that the person is dead. (Cinna IS NOT dead! He just hasn't mad his miraculous reappearance yet!) If you were to tell me I'm obsessed, you'd probably be right, though I'll deny it!
Well, thats all for now! Happy Friday!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

11 Things

Well, I've been tagged in two different posts, so I suppose I'll post two separate sets of answers. Anyways, here goes!

1) Post these rules








5) Go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged

4) Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer

3) Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post

2) You must post 11 random things about yourself

Eleven random things about me:
1. I am obsessed with books. (You probably already knew that)
2. I think chemistry and algebra are interesting. (Yes, I am a nerd)
3. I laugh. Alot. If people floated in the air when they laughed like in Marry Poppins, I would never be on the ground!
4. I desperately want to go to Ireland! 
5. I will do almost anything if you offer me Jelly Belly jellybeans. 
6. Logic and/or thinking things through is not my strong point. (You probably already new that to)
7. I'm writing a book. Or two. Or three.
8. I love sugar. 
9. I (sort of) speak Elven from both the LOTR and the Eragon series. (Eragon IS a word spellcheck)
10. I am a Horrible Speller. And spellcheck hates me!
11. I'm a gymnast...but I can't stand still without falling over at least once.

Now for AnnaKate's questions:
  
 

1) If you could be any fictional character or character from history, who would you choose?
Hmmm.....this is a hard choice. I'd be a Ranger, or an Elf (I know these aren't specific, but I can't decide :), or Leetu Bends from Dragon Keepers Chronicles. Or maybe Joan of Arc!
2) Onion rings, french fries, or tater-tots?
Tater-tots and french fries definitely
3) What was your first word?
No idea! :)
4) If you could take a free flight to any country right now, where would you go?
Ireland, Ireland, Ireland! Have I mentioned i want to go to Ireland? :)
5) Coffee or tea?
Coffee is definatly my favorite, but I like tea to!
6)  What are you passionate about?
My Savior Jesus Christ (though not always as I should be) And books!
7) Who inspires you?
Alot of people, my Mom, and friends, but I'll stop there! :)
8) The world is ending. You have twenty-four hours. What do you spend your last day doing?
Reading voraciosly, seeing my friends, and visiting Ireland!
9) What's a movie you could see again and again?
Several! LOTR Trilogy, Tangled, Tron, which I haven't finished yet, and probaly others to!
10) Do you prefer classics or new-books-on-the-block?
Depends on if it's a good book or not. So I guess a mix of both.
11) What's a quote you absolutely adore?
So many choices.... "You and a syringe against the capital. See, this is why no one lets you make the plans." -Haymitch. Basicaly anything from Haymitch, Gandalf, Legolas, Gimli...and the list goes on!
Now Natalie's questions:
1). What is your favorite type of food?
I have lots of favorites, but one thing I love is steak on the grill!

2). Do you dance around in your room getting ready for school, church, etc?
Yes! Unashamedly! I also speak in random British accents!

3). What's your favorite type of music?
Um, depends on my mood and the song. I like rock, and celtic music. I definatly don't like screamo. It gives me a headache!

4). More specifically, who's your favorite artist?
Without a doubt Relient K! Love them!

5). Burgers or salads?
Burgers!

6). Favorite book of the Bible?
Definatly 1st John!

7). What is your favorite hair color?
Well, I have brown hair and I like it, but in general? Probably reddish-brown or auburn.

8). Alaska or Hawaii?
Alaska! I like the woods more than the tropics!

9). What's your favorite color of nail-polish?
Purple, Purple, and Lime Green!

10). What is your least favorite thing to do?
First would probably be waking up early, second would be cleaning bathrooms!

11). Are you a country girl or a city girl?
Well, I've lived in the 'burbs all my life, but there are times when I wish I lived in the country.

My Questions:

1.What's your favorite color?
2.Waffles or pancakes?
3. Which do you prefer, books or movies?
4. What's your favorite subject in school?
5. Pepsi or Coke?
6. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
7. What's your favorite book of the Bible? (Yes, I know, I'm re-using this! :)
8. What do you want to do when you grow up?
9. How many kids do you want to have?
10. What's something you've done once, and never want to do again?
11. What's the highest number of times you've read any one book or series?

Blogger friends who are now tagged:
Natalie from Lost in Thought
Joanna from Castles in the Air
Carmen from Live Laugh Love
AnnaKate from Just Us Girls
I know some of you have already done it...but these are the only people I know, so...sorry.