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  1. R is for Reading Roundup

    April 21, 2011 by Lesley

     

    The premise of the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge is to post something on your blog every day in April except for Sundays.  In doing this you will have 26 blog posts–one for each letter of the alphabet.   Each day you will theme your post according to a letter of the alphabet.
    You will only be limited by your own imagination in this challenge.  There is an unlimited universe of possibilities.  You can post essays, short pieces of fiction, poetry, recipes, travel sketches, or anything else you would like to write about.  You don’t have to be a writer to do this.  You can post photos, including samples of your own art or craftwork.    Everyone who blogs can post from A to Z.

    Reading Roundup (n.)

    I’m defining Reading Roundup as:

    1. a little feature on my blog where I review books I’ve read.

    March was a big reading month for me where I read 14 books. I’ve read 5 books so far in April, but I’m probably going to cut back on reading because I have to focus on school this spring/summer. On second thought, how about instead of reading I cut back on sleeping. Read or sleep. That’s a tough one. I’ll have to think about it. Anyways, I’ve been needing a break from school and I’ve taken one but I think I’ve neglected it long enough. I’m not doing so well on the word for 2011 which was ‘discipline’ but I think I’ve made other improvements in my life where it’s been worth sacrificing school for. But, I’m going to get back on track shortly.


    I rated The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins a 2 out of 5 stars. I thought that overall it was okay. I mean, yes, the suspense was there and I really was a bundle of nerves reading the book from start to finish. That doesn’t mean it should get more stars because of that, though. The premise of the book is a real life nightmare. Let’s take 24 kids (ages 12-18) and throw them together in the wild and have them kill each other. While we bet on who kills who and who will be the last one standing. While we film it all on TV so that everyone can watch it from the comfort of their home. To make it more interesting, let’s set traps and help push the kids to kill each other.

    This is a young adult book about kids killing each other. Maybe a little more but no less. I was riveted to the page but that was mostly because I was so sad and absolutely heartbroken for the kids the whole way through. There are two more books in the series where I’m hoping there is a little bit less action and more story but I think I may be too disturbed to be able to continue reading. Nothing about this book made me want to continue the series. Where was the hope? Where was the light at the end of the tunnel? Where was the hero? Where was the action? And I don’t mean action as in kill, kill, kill. I wanted to see other things than murderous children intent on eliminating their opposition who happened to also be murderous children. My opinion is in the minority as most people absolutely love this book for some reason.


    I, Emma Freke by Elizabeth Atkinsons reminded me of Alice, I Think by Susan Juby. Here is a young girl who doesn’t feel like she belongs. In fact, she feels kind of like a freak. It doesn’t help that her last name is “Freke”, either, and when you say her full name it sounds like “Am a freak”.

    This is a book geared for middle grade readers but really it’s for anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t belong. It’s for anyone who has ever wondered if one day they’ll find their place or if it’s worth changing who you are to feel like you belong. This book shows you that it’s okay to be yourself and if being yourself means you’re a “freak” then embrace it and enjoy it because eventually you will find your right people and nothing else will matter. I really liked it and gave it a rating of 4 out of 5 stars.


    The Rebellion of Jane Clarke by Sally Gunning is a historical novel set in the time of the Boston Massacre which prior to this I didn’t know much about. I also don’t know much about American history so I got to learn a bit about John Adams and James Otis. Our heroine, Jane Clarke, witnesses the Boston Massacre as she resides in town with her Aunt Gill who she is taking care of. There were times when I thought that the writing was great but overall it was kind of a slow read for me. I identified a bit with Jane and her views on life, love, family and marriage but after it was over I’m not sure what I got out of this book. In the end, I did like this book and gave it a rating of 3 out of 5 stars.


    In The Handmaid’s Tale by Marget Atwood, we read about the day to day life of Offred, who literally belongs to a man named Fred. She is a handmaid and her purpose in life is to get pregnant in order that the couple she belongs to can have a baby. She recalls her former life where she had a husband and a child of her own. To prevent her from committing suicide everything that she could possibly use to harm herself is taken away. Everything I read was quite matter of fact and after finishing the book I’m still waiting for something exciting to happen. The thing about dystopian novels is that, to me, they always feel incomplete. It’s like we’re given a snapshot of a possible future time and we’re left to ponder and muse over the consequences of our present time and the results of the author’s imagination of what the world could be like. The endings are usually ambiguous with no certain outcome provided by the author. This often leaves me feeling dissatisfied. I suppose this is a trademark of dystopian novels but I prefer them to have solutions to the problems they’re facing. I find it very sad and disheartening when I read a story where terrible things are happening and then nothing is solved or not enough action is being taken to provide hope that change may soon come. 3 out of 5 stars.


  2. L is for Livid

    April 14, 2011 by Lesley

    The premise of the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge is to post something on your blog every day in April except for Sundays.  In doing this you will have 26 blog posts–one for each letter of the alphabet.   Each day you will theme your post according to a letter of the alphabet.
    You will only be limited by your own imagination in this challenge.  There is an unlimited universe of possibilities.  You can post essays, short pieces of fiction, poetry, recipes, travel sketches, or anything else you would like to write about.  You don’t have to be a writer to do this.  You can post photos, including samples of your own art or craftwork.    Everyone who blogs can post from A to Z.

    Livid (adj.) Lividly (adv.) Lividness (n.)

    David Levithan from his book, “The Lover’s Dictionary”, defines Livid [liv-id] as:

    1. Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

    Having never been in love, it’s hard to relate to a book about this emotion. Having said that, and after reading The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan, I have come to the conclusion that if I were in a situation where someone cheated on me this is exactly how I would want to feel.


  3. J is for Jack

    April 12, 2011 by Lesley

    The premise of the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge is to post something on your blog every day in April except for Sundays.  In doing this you will have 26 blog posts–one for each letter of the alphabet.   Each day you will theme your post according to a letter of the alphabet.
    You will only be limited by your own imagination in this challenge.  There is an unlimited universe of possibilities.  You can post essays, short pieces of fiction, poetry, recipes, travel sketches, or anything else you would like to write about.  You don’t have to be a writer to do this.  You can post photos, including samples of your own art or craftwork.    Everyone who blogs can post from A to Z.

    Jack (n.)

    Three quick facts about Jack:

    1. Jack is 5 years old.
    2. Jack lives in Room, the place where he was born and has lived his whole life.
    3. Jack sleeps in Wardrobe where he hides from Old Nick who visits Ma during the night.

    The book “Room” by Emma Donoghue is a story narrated by Jack, a 5-year-old boy who lives with Ma. All he knows of the world is Room, the place where he was born and has lived his entire life. He knows nothing of what’s outside and believes stores and cars and trees are all in TV. Jack’s mother, or Ma, has lived in Room for the past seven years. She was kidnapped off the street by Old Nick and has devoted her life to keeping Jack safe. She keeps Jack hidden in Wardrobe so that Old Nick can never see him although he knows he’s there. Jack’s world is made up of simple objects that are commonplace in every day life but for Jack they are all proper nouns because that is all he has ever known. From Jack’s narrative, we know that Ma does all she can to get out whether playing games of “Scream” where they scream as loud as they can together or nights where Jack sees Ma wake up to turn on and off Lamp.

    Some readers may marvel at Jack’s limited view of the world and how he does not believe that things “outside” actually exist other than inside the TV. The world that Ma has created for him is one filled with imagination where egg shells can become Snakes and things flushed in the toilet can reach magical places. I did relate to Jack’s view of the world somewhat because I feel like everyone has their own version of “Room”. How can anyone be sure of what’s out there in the world if they haven’t seen it with their own eyes? I believe that the earth has 7 continents because hand drawn maps tell me so. I believe that there are places where children starve and war exists because the newsman says so.

    Why, then, do people get wanderlust? Is it because they must see for themselves that Europe exists? To be sure Google and Wikipedia can give you all you ever needed to know of a place with better pictures than you could ever take of your own. Why is it that some people feel this incredible urge to take off with nothing but a backpack and see it with their own eyes? I want to travel. I want to see the world one day. And I have no doubt that I’m going to. It’s not enough to read books, watch movies or browse the Internet. It’s this impulse that I have to want to experience it for myself. Maybe there is a part of me that is only going along with the idea that France exists. But to prove it to myself, one day I’m going to get on an airplane and actually eat a croissant in Paris. I’m going to visit a land where the majority of people speak with Australian accents and I’ll be the one with the accent.

    On Saturday when I was doing the read-a-thon with my friend, we walked down this sidewalk where a whole group of homeless people were. They had their life’s possessions laid out and they weren’t huddled under blankets or even begging for change as we walked by as I might have expected them to be. They were actually standing up and down this street just hanging out and talking to each other. There was a thought that crossed my mind and it was along the lines of ‘wow, so it’s true — there are homeless people in Vancouver’. Living in suburb-like cities for all of my life where I have never seen a single homeless person I am a bit naive when it comes to the realities of the world. Yes, I hear about the homelessness that exists in Vancouver and the hardships that exist for third-world countries. But hearing about it on the radio, seeing it on the news, and reading about it in the paper almost create this cushion where it numbs the realness of it all. I want to expand my horizons and broaden my “Room” to include far off places that have been and will always be places that exist only because I’m told they do until the day when I can see them for myself. In the end, it’s not really the room that matters. It’s about what you put in the room that matters; it’s growing and experiencing more and more things to create a bigger room that contains and encompasses all you know to be real.

    I can’t say much more about this book without spoiling the end but Jack’s 5-year-old view of the world pushes the reader to wonder about their own world and not only what is beyond it but at the same time also what is within their reach.