Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Based on James Patterson's Novel (Maximum Ride)
Release Date: 2010 (USA) http:////www.imdb.com/title/tt0825283/
Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel. Six kids who are pretty normal - except that they're 98 percent human and 2 percent bird. They grew up in a lab, living like rats in cages, but now they're free. Aside, of course, from the fact that they're prime prey for Erasers - wicked wolf-like creatures created simply to destroy the flock.
Release Date: July 30, 2010 (USA)
A modern-day take on the "Beauty and the Beast" tale where a
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The story, i it found both happy, sad, and everything in between. I loved it!
"The Story of An Hour"
Kate Chopin (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination.
And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunity's. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.
Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.
Author: Alex Flinn
Yet To Read: Is about a book that i haven't read before, but i want to. And most plot descriptions are from Amazon.com
Plot: A beast. Not quite wolf or bear, gorilla or dog but a horrible new creature who walks upright—a creature with fangs and claws and hair springing from every pore. I am a monster.
You think I'm talking fairy tales? No way. The place is New York City. The time is now. It's no deformity, no disease. And I'll stay this way forever—ruined—unless I can break the spell.
Yes, the spell, the one the witch in my English class cast on me. Why did she turn me into a beast who hides by day and prowls by night? I'll tell you. I'll tell you how I used to be Kyle Kingsbury, the guy you wished you were, with money, perfect looks, and the perfect life. And then, I'll tell you how I became perfectly . . . beastly.
Author: Mandy Hubbard
Basic Rating: 3/5
OK well my rating is a bit different, I did like this book, I loved the story line, and the characters were good. It wasn't my favorite read though, in the beginning it took me a while to get to like the main character Callie. When she was thrown into disaster she was a little whinny, but i suppose that is normal. I didn't have much in common with her but she turned out to be a very good character. She grew stronger and that's when i got into the book and didn't want to put it down. The other characters are very different to her, as they are in 1815 they do give off the sense and historical traits. The book has funny parts, where Callie doesn't know something or she does something totally outrageous. The story is told in an old way but with a modern mind and sass. I was just not quite happy with the ending and that was what i wished to change. Though it was a very good light read, but with just a little hint of a moral.
Plot: Callie should be having the time of her life, but right now she just feels like crawling into a hole and dying. Come on she's in England, No parents, and she's in England, But with out anyone to share this adventure with all she wants to do is go home. That is until she strikes up a brilliant plan, buy a pair of real not knock off Prada Pumps and win her way into the A-list. Though it doesn't quite work out.. Next thing she realizes is that nothing is as it seems and she needs to find her way back.
The Year is 1815 for heavens sake!
but when kind Emily takes her in, mistaking her identity, Callie tries to devise a plan then run for it. But she has more things to worry about, like what if the real friend of Emily comes back and what if i can never make it back home. With a growing friendship, a love hate relationship, and troubles with English society, Callie has to get her act together before her time is up.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sign sincerely Bostan~
I wonder if you can guess this quote: beginning or ending paragraph from a book. Suggest the book and author.
science, the strict measurer, is obliged to start with a make-believe
unit, and must fix on a point in the stars' unceasing journey when his
sidereal clock shall pretend that time is at Nought. His less accurate
grandmother Poetry has always been understood to start in the middle;
but on reflection it appears that her proceeding is not very different
from his; since Science, too, reckons backward as well as forward,
divides his unit into billions, and with his clock-finger at Nought
really sets off _in medias res_. No retrospect will take us to
the true beginning; and whether our prologue be in heaven or on earth,
it is but a fraction of that all-presupposing fact with which our
story sets out."
Doctor Who wins! Favorite show on this poll, it though comes just above both Smallville and Torchwood.
Friday, August 14, 2009
"Our minds aren't made to hold on to the particulars of pain the way we do bliss. It's a gift God gives us, a sign of His care for us."
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Title: Blood Jack; Curse of the blue Tattoo.
Author: L. A Meyer
Young adult/ historical fiction
Plot:After being forced to leave HMS Dolphin and her true love, Jacky Faber is making a new start at the elite Lawson Peabody School for Young Girls in Boston. But growing up on the streets of London and fighting pirates never prepared Jacky for her toughest battle yet: learning how to be a fine lady. Everything she does is wrong. Her embroidery is deplorable, her French is atrocious, and her table manners-disgusting! Then there's the small matter of her blue anchor tattoo. . . .
Despite her best efforts, Jacky can't seem to stay out of trouble long enough to dedicate herself to being ladylike. But what fun would that be, anyway?
Plot: Callie is tired of being a clumsy geek-girl. So during a school trip to London she buys her ticket to popularity: a pair of real Prada pumps. But them she wobbles on the cobblestones, trips in her too-high heels, and conks her head. When she comes to, it's the year 1815!
Luckily she meets kindhearted Emily, who mistakes Callie for a long lost friend. Sparks soon ignite or the nice and not so nice variety between Callie and Alex, the handsome but totally arrogant Duke of Harksbury. Too bad Alex seems to have something sinister up his ruffled sleeve. . . .
Title: Doctor who; The Slitheen Excursion
Author: Simon Guerrier
Plot: 1500BC- King Actaeus and his subjects live in mortal fear of the awesome gods who have come to visit their kingdom in ancient Greece. Except the Doctor, visiting with university student June, knows they're not gods at all. They're aliens.
For the aliens, its the perfect holiday- they get to tour the sights of a primitive planet and even take part in local customs. like gladiatorial games, or hunting down and killing humans who won't be missed. With June's enthusiastic help, the Doctor soon meets the travel agents behind this deadly package Holiday company- his old enemies the Slitheen. But can he bring the Slitheen excursion to an end with out endangering more lives? And how are events in ancient Greece linked to a modern-day alien plot to destroy what's left on of the Parthenon?
Clues- The author is a man, he writes young adult and adult thrillers, this book is #1 new york times bestseller, and this book has sold over 150 million copies.
"The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective."