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Survivors: Prologue~Ch. 1



 

Okay you're probably all freaked out, like "what's this!?" and stuff,

But I found out you can post stuff from Word. So I decided to test it out.

Basically, I wrote a story called Survivors.

But it's not about surviving in the wild and all that.. it's something different.

You'll see. Here is the Prologue and Chapter 1. Kinda freaky, eh?


 


 


 


  

 

Prologue


 

 

Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock…

The tense silence hung over the classroom, leaving an atmosphere of anxiety and awkwardness.

Tick… Tock.. Tick… tock…..

Mr. Hendrickson walked around his desk for the, perhaps, millionth time.

The small watch on his pale, skinny wrist ticked, tocked, so loudly, as if it was on speakerphones. The silence magnified the volume of the ticking.

All you could hear was the ticking, the furious pencil-scribbling noises, and the occasional flip of page.

Mr., Hendrickson looked up from his watch and scanned the room. He smiled. So far, so good.


 

 
    Beads of sweat were working their way down Robert's face. He breathed out. In. Out. In. Out. He counted to ten. That was what his therapist had told him to do, when he was nervous. No breakdown.

    His eyes scanned down the page. No way he was going to finish this Examination. And it was the first Examination. What would the second Examination be like? How many were there? How could he survive? Nobody knew what happened to you when you failed. He'd never seen anybody but the Passers come out.


 


 
    At first, Michael had rolled his eyes. The old paper and pencil method, eh? But then again, his arm would have major pain after the first Examination.

    He had nearly fallen out of the seat when he saw the packet. Was studying able to be competent to this? He had passed the Enrollment, so nobody here has memory chips. No cheating. Surely studying for years would pay off.


 


 

    Hendrickson smiled. He looked at his watch, and clapped his hands together, so loudly, half the room jumped out of their seats. A girl in the back began sobbing.

    "One minute. Finish up." He looked at his watch. He frowned.


 


 

    Nobody ever got the answers. They were "graded," and the Passers' names were just posted on the wall. The others, well, nobody knew, unless you were one of the Officials.

    Robert tried to imagine himself as an Official. He shuddered. Was it possible? Though… he had passed the first Enrollment.

    He looked up. Was this Hendrickson an Official? Probably not. They were strictly confidential, weren't they?

    He observed Hendrickson. He was looking at his watch. Old fashioned, designed just to tell time, and maybe an alarm included, by the thickness of it, he could tell. Suddenly, a flicker of anger, of his true self, flickered on his face for a moment. It scared Robert. He looked away. He could feel Hendrickson's eyes on him. He shuddered.


 


 

    He clasped his hands together, louder this time. Nearly everyone jumped out of their seat. Only a certain number of people did. He took note of those people.

    "Please leave your desks, walk out of the room, and go to room 342B. 342B. Leave immediately."

    His icy voice sent shivers and shudders all of the people's bodies. They left the room, the only sign of their presence represented by mere pencil marks.


 

 
It was unreasonably quiet in the room. A room, with an old fashioned doorknob. A stupid kid had stepped in front of it, stomped, yelled open, until someone muttered, idiot and opened the door.

Robert looked around. He was the only Chosen from the Hicklefinn School of Technological Education and Philosophical Sciences. H-STEPS. No, wait. His eyes paused on one kid, with a yellow shirt, green pants… familiar.

"Michael Jamison," he whispered, shuddering for the third time this day.


 


 

Michael's ears perked up. He heard that voice before. He vigorously scanned the room. He stopped when he saw a boy who seemed familiar. His glare was what reminded him most of that kid in H-STEPS… no. That was impossible. His parents had told him that he was the only special one in his school, the only Chosen, the only one with the chance to become an Official if he passed the Examinations. No. It was probably another kid from another school, who just looked like him, right?

But… he couldn't help it. He just knew it was him. Just knew. Should he talk to him? He didn't have any of his friends around right now, so might as well make some…but that was nearly impossible. He'd already given a bad impression upon him, hadn't he? Or was he as desperate as Michael?


 


 

Was it possible? He had to check. Last time, he was informed he was the only Chosen. Was this possible? Did the Michael kid have an identical twin brother who goes to a different school? Or was this some pure accident, was he not supposed to be here?

But they had that elaborate check and detailed Enrollment, even that laminated ID card that had the endlessly long code inscribed into the small software chip in the ID card, impossible to reproduce a copy and register another person.

The only conclusion was that they had lied to him. But why?


 


 


 


 

 

 
Chapter 1


 

Hendrickson came to the room a few hours later and broke the awkward silence that lingered for too long.

He wordlessly gave each person a cup of water and a small packet containing a small blue pill.

"'s this a SPill?" a kid asked.

Hendrickson smiled at the nickname and said, yes, it is, now take it; you'll need it.

Each kid took one SPill, and it confused Robert, why'd they need a SPill? Were they really going to not sleep for the rest of the Examination? Suddenly, as Hendrickson reached him, he hesitated. Was this really a SPill? What if… As if he had read his mind, Hendrickson glared at Robert and murmured to take it; it's really a SPill.

Robert shuddered at the icy, soft tone of Hendrickson, and it eerily reminded him of snakes.

He hurriedly took a cup and accidentally spilled it.

Hendrickson's eyes flashed a deep anger, so inhuman Robert backed away in surprise and fell to the ground next to where Michael was.

Suddenly, Hendrickson smiled, his usual "bored" face on display, his lips pursed, as he muttered, "come with me."


 

They walked along long, snaky hallways, the walls a dull gray with random splotches of red, which honestly freaked Robert out. He nervously glanced at the back of Hendrickson's pitch black hair, and it felt like looking at a sleeping lion.

Each step, each new hallway they turned to, it felt longer, and longer than ever, like an hour, another hour, another hour passed.

Each hour, his mood felt sourer and sourer, and he began to wonder where he really was going.

"Where are we going?"

Suddenly, Hendrickson stopped at the nearby door and opened it. "In."

Inside was a small dorm. With a few beds and a door that Robert naturally thought of as the bathroom.

"Go into the bathroom, change into these."

"Why?"

"Just-" his eyes flashed red "-go. Hurry. I'll force you into them if you don't." His threatening voice urged him into the bathroom as he blindly grabbed whatever clothes Hendrickson had given to him.

He wished it looked the same as the ones he was wearing right now.

His hands suddenly felt warm, as if the clothes he was holding was changing shape. He blindly searched for the light switch as he closed the door shut.

There was no lock.

"Oh, well…" he muttered.

He noticed the clothes were the same duplicate as his clothes, just as he wished. "Cool."


 


 

The suspect opened the door. Good, Hendrickson thought, he doesn't look any different.

"Wash your hands," Hendrickson snapped. He'd learned a while back that talking nicely never worked. "And wash your face."

The kid backed away into the door, looking small and afraid. "Kids…" he muttered.


 


 

Michael was worried. Of course, not of the kid; just that, what happens if he made a mistake like the other kid, Robert? He knew it was Robert, the minute he had hesitated. Robert was the careful one, making practical decisions, smart and all. He was brave and kind, one of the reasons why he had more friends than Michael.

But he wouldn't make such rash mistakes like Robert. Of course not. He'd never dare to make a mistake. Anyhow, he had a sick feeling in his stomach that maybe, Robert wasn't going to return for the rest of the Examination.

It surprised him especially, therefore, when Robert walked in. But he looked different. He didn't have that calm, peaceful, knowing face he'd always put on in H-STEPS. He looked a bit surprised, taken aback, maybe, and definitely confused. When Hendrickson gestured towards the direction of Michael, Robert obediently went to where Hendrickson was pointing.

Next to me, Michael realized.


 

He had to tell someone. Of course, Hendrickson could probably read minds, so he had kept his face as confused as possible, farthest away from horror as possible, trying so hard not to think of what he had seen. Hendrickson was smiling when Robert had walked out of the bathroom, as if he knew. But that was impossible. He wasn't an Official, was he? Of course not. Impossible. But…

"Hey."

"What?" Michael snapped.

"Whoa, calm down, man. Look. There's people staring at us," Robert whispered. "Hey people, stop staring at me. Nothing happened to me, just go talk to your friends or whatever."

The whole room seemed to let go of the tension it had held for over an hour or two.

"What?" Michael repeated.

"Look, man, don't you go to H-STEPS?"

"Yeah, you, too, right? You're Robert Anderson, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"You know, you're so famous…" he gritted his teeth.

"Look, sorry man, if it makes you sad. I didn't mean to um, get you mad that time. It's okay... You're Michael Jamison, right? I'm sorry."

"Yeah, it's okay, I guess. Just sort of, never mind. So, what were you gonna say?"

Robert looked around as if he was going to tell Michael something so secretive, so important, that nobody else could hear.

"Okay," he whispered. "How long have I been gone?"

"Um, like ten fifteen minutes, why?"

"Oh, okay." He glanced up at the ceiling and slapped his cheeks some.

"What?" Michael looked annoyed.

"We walked for like –"

"Wait, you and who? Hendrickson?"

"Yeah, me and Hendrickson, we walked for a long time, for an hour, it seemed, but I guess like five minutes…"

"And?"

"The hallways were so long, almost evil, and it made me feel strange. It felt like hours until I asked where were going, and suddenly he just opened like a random door and told me to go in.

"And so I went in, and like, it's all dark –"

"Why you telling me this?"

"Just –wait. So I went in, and it's like all dark, and I could see it's a dorm. With like bunk beds and a bathroom, and he tells me to go into the bathroom and change into new clothes."

"Wait, you're wearing the same thing!"

"Yeah, so as I'm going in, I haven't seen the clothes yet, and I think, 'gee, I wish these clothes looked like the ones I'm wearing right now, so nobody, you know…' and my hands get all warm and the clothes feel… different. So when I turn on the lights –"

"They look exactly like yours?"

"Yeah. So I'm like, 'weird…' And when I walk out, Hendrickson like yells at me to go back in and wash my face and hands. So I walk back in, and I look at the sink, and when I wash my hands, the soap, man, it hurts! And the soap made red bubbles. Is that possible? Like my blood! But I didn't have any cuts. And when I washed my hands with water, it hurt bad. Like seriously. So when I wash my face, I'm all scared, so I go to the shower to see if there's any other kind of soap. You know, a bathtub? So I open the curtains and I see–"

Robert stopped. Suddenly, his head hurt, his head hurt bad. Like it was bleeding, a lot. Like he was dying, as if suddenly, he had been shot in the head. His head hurt, and he lay down, fainted.

"Robert!" Michael screamed in terror. Blood was dripping from his hands, clutched on his face.


 


 

From VRoom, Hendrickson smiled. "No suspicion… no suspicion…" He laid back in his seat and rested his feet above the controls. "No suspicion…"

He eyed the screaming kid leaning over the suspect. "Michael Jamison," he read the ID screen, smiling. "Michael Jamison."


 


 


 


 

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Trackers By Patrick Carman

It´s one of those books that just are different from the rest, that tells you you should read it.

Technically it was the cover and genre that made me borrow the book in such a hurry, but once I opened it, I knew this was different from any other book I read.

First of all, it was written in a different format. What should I say, play format? 
This man is questioning this kid named Adam about this, what seems, tragedy that happened, and they keep saying 'suspect,' which leads to the conclusion that maybe there might be something wrong with what happened, and they suspect that Adam did all of this, and he keeps asking to see his friends...

When Adam tells the story, He tells it like first-person-point of view, and there are certain scenes where you have to go to the back of the book to the appendix to read the scenes...

he keeps saying something got him into this mess, and a bunch of stuff...
and this tells me that this is happening in the near future, because there aren't any flying cars, but with the videos and apple companies, and the ingeniousness of Adam, it has to be the future, but not too distant.

It is very addicting, reading the Trackers book.
The trackers, well, they track people.

In this case, this mysterious Zara and Lasko seem to be bothering them in the fact that they have stolen Adam's most precious inventions and blueprints from file, hacked it, more specifically, and threatens to post his ingeniousness-filled-inventions such as the belinski or whatnot on the internet for all to see, only if he doesn't unlock the Raymond Chip.

The Raymond Chip is a dangerous piece of technology, a small computer chip that is the "back door to the Internet." Meaning, if you're genius enough to unlock, decode the complications of it, you can pretty much get to every single website in this world, as in actually hacking every Internet-based material in existence, INCLUDING banks.
When he is threatened to decode the Raymond Chip, and learns this computer myth wasn't a myth, but actually true, he just knows he has to decode it, for the sake of his inventions and his life. Because this tough Lasko doesn't seem like he's joking when he's all mean at the screen when they talk.

He decodes it, but in the while, he and his friends, called the Trackers (Emily, Finn, Lewis, and Adam), try to find and Track Zara and Lasko, and why they have threatened them to do this in the first place.
They find Zara, and...
READ THE REST FOR YOURSELF.
GO TO the Trackers Website to see for real what this is about.

Uglies Movie... coming 2011!

For all of those who haven't known, they're making a movie on the Uglies book! By Scott Westerfeld.
One of the best SF books I've ever read. You've gotta read it, then wait for it to come out!! (in 2011 i think... :( )

Just saying! Go to www.scottwesterfeld.com/blog/ to see what's going on for the latest news.

Really good, I thought they should've made a movie on that,
and they better make it good! :)

for more info, Google "uglies movie" and you'll find a load of stuff!

Overboard by Elizabeth Fama

As the title explains: overboard.

It is a survivors story. You should know that by now. If you go to the Countdown for Books Page and click the title, you'll get the info and front cover of the book. if you click the author, you can email the author, and if you click the website, it's her official website, I guess.

The book, is good. Not bad, not amazing, good. I mean, I liked it, a lot. But it's not a favorite. But it is a page turner, lemme tell you. 

Oh, and by the way, the countdown for books goal is over. I mean, though it's still November, I've still reached the goal of 55 books. Actually more. Goal successful.

Anyhow, back to Overboard

The beginning was boring. I thought I wouldn't like it. But of course, being me, I kept on reading it. Good thing I did. Good book. Recommended.
You could, kind of, sort of, slightly, a little bit, know about Baja Indonesia (sorry if I spelled it wrong) and Banda Aceh. 

It would be cool to have parents who travel all over the world to treat people's sicknesses. I think they worked for some health-helping-the-world-program or something. 

How in the story, they survive to get to any island, any island possible, just to survive. It was so inspiring, should I say (don't worry, I don't mean that I want to jump into the ocean and try to survive) to survive, that will to stay alive, with her and Isman.
But you see, all characters in those kinds of books (surviving, adventure, etc,) are brave. An unusual spunk. I mean, imagine yourself in that situation, how you're in the ocean, sinking, floating back up, the choice of suffering to live, or to die. I would be scared to death. First of all, there would be no covers to hide under. Then, I'd realize there might be sharks. So, I'd scream, and pray. Then, I'd be tired.
I don't know how I would survive. But I wouldn't die deliberately like that woman who killed herself. I'd be so scared, but I wouldn't want to die. Who wants to die? For rest, for peace? But when you're dead, you can't feel that, can you? You're dead, and that's it. I'd want to spend a little more time on Earth before going to Heaven, wouldn't you think?

It all depends on if you want to live, if you want to survive or not. There's this one story, how there was a huge mall that collapsed, right over the shoppers. For like seven days, I don't know how long, but after a while, a few days, they searched the place for survivors. Yeah, I think it was like two weeks, or one week, I don't know. But it was more than 5 days, I know that. Anyhow, they searched, and most people had given up in surviving, and died. But these two kids, boy and girl, high school, I think? Kept believing that someone would come and save them, that someone would help them, that they wouldn't die, and they had that will to live, when others gave up and decided, oh well, I'll die, what's the point? And just left themselves there, just died willingly.  

It's so inspiring. So much people are caught in an accident, but they are alive, so they're survivors, but even though they had that gift, that chance to live life again, they die, because they don't have the hope, the will to live.

The book is like that. That will of Isman and Emily to live, is alive, you can feel it, as you read. When they go into the whirlpool, you can feel how they're so desperate to live, to survive.

I hope you read this book, and I hope you enjoy it. 

Written by Elizabeth Fama, published by Dell-Laura Leaf, Random House Children's Books in New York. Copyrighted in 2002.
(I learned in school you have to include the publication information before citing it. I'm just doing this, just in case. :) )

Late November MBP

Exotic Bamboo feel. xD say what you like.....!!!! :)

Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card

This is an awesome book, the most amazing book, the best book, so good, you HAVE TO READ IT.
a MUST. absolute MUST. read the book first.
But it's at such a high "goodness-level" that a lot of people might not like it. It has "a meaning behind the lines" that if you don't understand it, well, it's going to sound pretty boring.
I'm not even going to write about the story, the usual summary because, well if I included that, I might as well write a novel.

The characters are so carefully structured, each part of their character having a specific significance and impact on the plot of the story.
I have read so many books that take place in the future, and this one is very... interesting. There's not much detail in the parts that aren't much big-important to the plot. See, they called him a third, and made a big deal about it, how they allowed him to be born, to be a third. Does that mean there was a population law? Only allowed to have 2 children? Or is it just some joke, an insult? Another thing was that the author didn't explain much about how they made the children. Did they play with the genetics, made them geniuses?  The author didn't explain much about how they "made" the children, because they did say that they specifically made them genius, or either that, or they are naturally born geniuses. But what are the chances,  Did they play with the gene3 children in a row, geniuses?
Peter was too brutal, too mean, too self centered.
Valentine was too kind, too softhearted.
Ender was just right, how they did the "in-between" of Peter and Valentine, kind, caring, but forceful and strong at times of struggle.
Just the best commander for an army going against millions and billions of buggers. Scary. I can't imagine them. I mean, I can, but I don't want to, because... it's too creepy a thought. Disgusting... bugs? In human size? With their beady eyes.... EGHHHHHH
no. you know what? Never mind. Let's get off the subject of buggers.

The whole idea of the story is amazing. I mean this is a book that you can't write a blog post on, otherwise I'd be writing up a novel for a year... xD
SOOOO it's about saving the world, and the relationship between three very ingenious but yet different siblings. You could tell they still love each other (especially Ender and Valentine), but even between Peter and Ender, and Peter and Valentine. Peter may be violent, he may be mean, but he is still a loving person.
I think. That's how I interpreted him. But then again, I always give the characters a second chance when I'm reading about their major blunder, or their messed up personality.

The way Card writes it, you'd think that Ender was about 17 or 20 years old, and that all the other kids are about that age. Imagine that, what? divided by 3, divided by 2. He's SIX. then SEVEN. then EIGHT. There was never a scene where he was younger than... let's say, ten?
When he commands, he suddenly turns into a different person. First, he's all observant, kind. Then, commander, BOOM. He's strict, to the point, and critiques them, and says it meanly, in a way, without thinking twice. "What's wrong with you? Is Bean the only one who knows it?" and the way he makes jokes during the sessions, you'd think even more that he'd be 17 or 20 years old.
But there you go, that's a mind of a genius six year old.

The best part of the story was Battle School and the game machine thing in the Commander School. The battles in Battle School was amazing, awesome, fun to imagine in your head. The battles are so cool. Floating around and shooting each other!!!!!! (they don't die, just so you know. :) ) Especially when he's commander, how he wins, no matter what. as someone said in Ender's last battle, "Nothing's fair when you're versing Ender!" or something along those lines. Ender's endless victory is amazing.

and the ending, how Ender realizes his fate, how the bugger's peacefulness was genuine, how the buggers didn't want war... you know what? Read it for yourself. I don't want to ruin the ending. :)

No kidding, you should seriously read it. I mean, there's a lot of hard words there, but it's all worth looking up. Trust me, it is the most amazingest book in the WORLD.

So far. :)

But I'm NOT KIDDING, you should read it, especially in 7th grade. xD HAVE FUN.

Extras by Scott Westerfeld

That world is full of...
breaking secrets.
You live on...
betraying people.
You buy everything with...
your popularity rank.
If you're not popular...
you don't get as much.
Aya...
isn't popular.
But this is the world of trust, betrayal, and danger...
so Aya can be a kicker.
A kicker...
is when you kick stories to make your face rank higher.
And Aya...
has the best story yet.
She has found the legendary Sly Girl group...
and become part of it.
Sly Girl is fantasy..
everyone says.
Sly Girls aren't real...
they say.
But they are.

So now, Aya is going to kick some story.
She has to gain their trust, at first...
so she does what Sly Girls do...
they risk their lives.
But the story changes all at once...
and Aya realizes that if she kicks this story, she might even be in the top 1000...
and be in Nana Love's Top 1000 party..
everyone wants to go there...
because only the top 1000 people go to Nana Love's Top 1000 party...
where Nana herself is the second popular person.

And Aya, the low rank of 451,369...
isn't ready for the dangerous world of popularity.

So what is that thing that changes the story at once?
Aliens.

No, really. They're there. They're humans...
sort of.
Long body, long arms, long hands...
fingers with too much joints,
flying with hovergear,
and eyes too big, too wide apart...
hidden in a mountain.
Putting some explosive-looking gear into the mountain.
And Aya must, MUST kick this story...
without the Sly Girls knowing.

But the Sly Girls are called sly for a reason...
they decide to let her kick the story...
after they are long gone.

With Aya's hovercam...
she kicks the story. In a few minutes...
she's the seventeenth most famous person.

How? When a more popular person kicks your story, as in comments...
other people look at it, too.
Your popularity rank highers when more people look at your stories...
and when Aya organizes her comments by face rank where most famous goes on top...
she sees Nana Love's comment...
but there's one more.
on top..
Tally Youngblood.

Tally comes and takes her...
and Hiro, her brother, and Ren, Hiro's friend, and Frizz, her boyfriend (sort of)...
and takes them away,
because the alien people are chasing after her...
with needle fingernails... and (maybe) a deathly purpose.

She narrowly escapes the alien people...
and continues the journey to a spot where all the Cutters will meet...
Cutters, as in the ancient Specials that you only learn in history class...
and she finds out that ending the world wasn't the aliens purpose...
then what was it?

This is a small summary that doesn't tell the end and left out parts that are very amazing and brain-shattering.
But in order for you to know the whole story, word for word,,,
is if you read it.

Extras by Scott Westerfeld, Copyright 2007.
4th book in the Uglies series.
Check out http://scottwesterfeld.com/blog/books/uglies/ now! to see the Uglies series.
Scott Westerfeld's official blog>> http://scottwesterfeld.com/blog/

SENT By Margaret Peterson Haddix

As you may have noticed, I made a link to the Missing Series and Margaret Peterson Haddix in the
cOuNtDoWn FoR bOoKs! page. Because she has her own website, where you're always up to date to her books, such as the new Missing book: SABOTAGED and the other new book, The Girl with 500 Middle Names or something along those lines.

I'll give you the url. Just Shift + click (or just click, whatever you like) the following: http://www.haddixbooks.com/ 
(Don't x it out before you get to the actual site instead of the slideshow of her best series and books)

Sooo... Jonah and Katherine are where they don't belong. But Chip and Alex, who are the two main characters, do. Because they're the missing princes of... of... England and France... Chip is Edward the Fifth (Edward V), King of England, and Alex is Richard, Duke of York.
What fancy names. 

       What really scares me is that how they know their past when they weren't even in it. Well, technically, they were. They were 1 years old twice, they were 2 years old twice, 3 years old two times, and so on, until the minute they died, where Hodge and Gary swept them out of their time and took them to "the future." Which is true, but not the future that Hodge and Gary wanted.
       Which leads to what actually happens. They have to go back in time so they don't mess up history altogether. Because if things don't go the way they actually did the first time without disturbance, then the whole world may collapse. Time may be gone altogether. You see, time is a very mysterious element. When you think of time, as in a clock. Okay, it's 12:37. Time. Simple. You're not thinking deep enough. Because Time is WAY WAY more complicated than that. For example, can two people meet in time, as in from different times? Like, say Jonah was there when Gary and Hodge were about to steal Chip and Alex. But Jonah is there years later than Gary and Hodge, where they're the thirteen-years-ago Gary and Hodge who stole Chip and Alex. But Jonah is there thirteen-years-after to save Chip and Alex. Can they meet? I mean, in the book, that didn't happen, but I'm just saying, for example. And millions of others. Like a kid from 3002 can met with another kid from 2078 where they both traveled in time to the same place and same time.Can they meet? Or is there some mysterious barrier which keeps them from meeting?

        Anyway, apart from terribly confusing time theories, the story. 
This is the book that made me borrow the first book, which leads back to finishing that book which leads to here. This book again. Really interesting, because the adventure starts here. The first book was sort of the introduction. Of the whole plot. Get it? Each book is like a chapter, and the whole series is like the whole book. So the first book was like the prologue, where they explain how it leads to...
       Chip and Alex gets swept to their original time period, in the 1500's, and Jonah and Katherine grabs on along for the ride. Jonah, at the last minute, before they disappear into nothingness and back in time. The spooky thing is how they become their old selves, instantly, and the minute they go into their tracers, or their original figures of what they originally did without any time disturbances, they know everything. Their past. Chip instantly remembers how he, for the past month or year or whenever, had been training to become King, in which he already was. His father was dead. Alex, instantly, knew his mother, and was praying for her. They both, instantly, began talking in Old-English, which the Elucidator immediately translated. 
        It is truly amazing how Margaret Peterson Haddix comes up with such brilliant ideas. Where she comes up with them, and manipulates them to become part of yet another astounding story. (Wow, I really sound like the book-review peoples. How wierd, a bunch of fancy words add up to some professional-sounding report)
     It was cool. I'd wanted Chip and Alex to go back to themselves. It gave some sense of... nobility, and respect, as if we'd have to treat them like kings and queens (which they did) but I liked when they were out, back to the twentieth century selves (notice I didn't not say their real selves), where they figured out things. OH I can't explain it! But it's like watching a movie, how Chip and Alex are back to their original people. Edward the Fifth and Richard something... Maybe there he isn't Richard the third or any of that sort. Maybe he's just Richard. Maybe. phew, this is taking a lot of energy... What I'm trying to say is, I like it when he's in the tracer and when he's not. For reasons. No. Not like. It doesn't fit it. It seems right when he's in.. the tracer. Phew, too hard to explain.. taking too much.. energy.. from brain... can't.. explain.... When he's in the tracer, he's ... ARRRGHHHHH!!!!!! Read it yourself. You'll know. Please just read it yourself. And if you already did, then... you'll know what I mean.

      Moving on... It's really funny. The best (funny best, not general best, as in whole-book-best, just best of the funny stuff) part of the book is when Alex and Chip and Jonah and Katherine are sneaking their way out of the castle after (accidentally) revealing themselves to be angels sent from God, saying that he has committed great sin. Well, now that I think of it, I think the King Richard the third or someone, Chip/Edward's uncle, he's not THAT bad. I mean, he offered his crown if he had to! Maybe he wasn't all that bad. Maybe just to be king. Or maybe someone else wanted him dead.
        Same feelings as Katherine. Feel bad for him. But I thought, speaking of the "evil" Richard, when he was forgiving everything after meeting the "angels" (Jonah and Katherine). I wondered, was that man, who was (supposed to be but but ended up being) saved from being executed, was he supposed to die, in the first version? Maybe not. probably not. Because then Jonah and Katherine's whole plan will be ruined.


       I think it's funny how Katherine got Chip to get out of his tracer in the end how she says she likes Chip and all that. And he's like, "you think I'm hot?" and stuff... It's funny. I think I literally laughed out loud. loled. Luckily they found that man who was also from the future or whatnot. Which let them get back to original time and,,,,, drumroll please... JONAH AND KATHERINE SAVE THE DAY!! or save Chip and Alex, but same thing.
YAY.
You'll love the book. i can almost guarantee it. Haddix is a master at writing, let me tell you. I've fallen under her spell more than once. And you will, too.

September Post



Dear _________________,
       (put your name here)

YES, YOU. You, reading this whatever it may be.

Oh, and by the way...
THIS ISN'T AN OFFICIAL POST...
not really, it isn't. you see, this one is just a sort-of test one. I got an idea. If you like the way my blog looks, you can rate it at the bottom of this post. The thing with squares. (sfy*) < * will replace a square because there is no square key on my keyboard> "Rate it!! (5=best) * 5 (0)    * 4 (3)    * 3 (2)    * 2 (0)    * 1 (0)"
And this is a post in which you just rate (maybe comment if you like) about my blog this month and stuff or whatever. AND you uh rate how you like the background. I'll post this each month. Because, you know, I change the background every month to fit the season or whatever. 

Though... I don't know if I have any real followers, if you know what I mean. Instead of just putting yourself on the followers list. But there's a chance there's some people out there ( XD ) that are actually reading the blog. A low chance, but all the same, a chance.
~September~

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=D.R.E.A.D=

p.s.    sfy* - See For Yourself

Scat by Carl Hiaasen

Yes, I found the book the same day I found FOUND. (Funny. Found FOUND. ) And now that I think of it, when I first entered the library, I was in a sort-of sulky mood, and I'd muttered, "I'm not picking any books... Have enough at home anyway to read..." Yes, it was just for my brother, because he had read all of his books and wanted more. I, on the other hand, had a stack of books (that I sort of did not want to read). The books I'd read were beginning to be boring. Treasure Island, and classics. You know.
But, of course, the mysterious power of books was all over the library, and I couldn't resist looking around. And my mom suddenly whispered fiercely for us to come over. There was a summer reading section place, on the tops of the low-bookshelves, there were, organized, summer reading book for the library's town. (I live somewhere else so it does not pertain to me). But I looked there, anyway. And, long time, no see, there was... HADDIX at the spine of a book. Very appealing. VERY. Couldn't resist... I read the book-cover-flap-about-the-story thing. And I liked it. Only,,, it was the second book. Found the first. Then, I think, as I was looking in the "H" section, I saw Hiaasen. And I knew I had to borrow that, too. Just had to. And did. And guess what that book was...
The very book that I am writing about now.

Scat.

         To tell you the truth, I didn't want to read it. Why did I read it, you say? Because I knew this author was an amazing author and that you can never judge books by their cover. And I had. But I'd just forced myself to borrow that book from the library. Good thing that I did. But the cover WAS not that appealing. To me, I mean. I guess the person put random stuff irrevelant to the real plot to make it sound all exciting and funny, but really, I like summaries straight and to the point, without getting into unnecessary details such as a stuffed rat named Chelsea. That really made me not want to read it. But then, I'd remembered, in Hoot, one of the best books ever, they'd also said;"potty-trained alligators" And let me tell you the truth, those alligators were NOT POTTY TRAINED. So I thought maybe the same person wrote those two things. And I really don't think Carl Hiaasen wrote it, either. And if he did.. maybe he's just kind of bad at writing catchy side-story-abouts (or whatever you call it...)

SCAT.
This time, the word scat was mentioned in the book, quite a few times. And very relevant.

         What I noticed was that both books I've read from him, Hoot and Scat, were... well... along the same topic. So I kind of knew what would happen. It seems he has a strong liking of the environment and the preservation of it. Meaning he wants to protect Florida Wildlife. Which I totally agree to. Don't you? But then there are people who don't care a bit about wildlife and just throw their soda cans on the street...

ANYWAY
I guess the characters are pretty similar, too. Always a boy and a girl, and then there's the one person who started it, who, in both stories, don't care about getting in the media. And then there's the people who prevent it. They're always some company. Of course. Oil Drilling. And a Pancake House.  and.... drumroll... the main animal that's being protected.
         Besides the similarities,,,



         This time it's the panther. A baby panther. At first, I thought it was about a cat or something, because Scat had cat in it, and the cover had a picture of (what I thought was) a cat. An angry cat or something.
         The first chapter was so funny. But I knew, then, that Smoke would be the bad guy. (oops.) But it was so funny how he "calmly chomped the pencil in half, chewed up the graphite..." It is truly hilarious how Carl Hiaasen comes up with such queer character. Though in the end, I pity him and his father.
          Though... I wonder what grade they're in. I mean, now that I think of it, I think it might be high school, but I've always imagined them in middle school. It's easier to imagine like that. But then they said that Smoke was 16 and that he was held back two years, which makes him be with 14 year olds, and he's in the same class as Marta and Nick... so that makes Marta and Nick 14 years old. Oh, gosh.. I can't imagine them that old. I imagined them twelve or eleven.. maybe thirteen...
         
           Mrs. Starch is really... strict. When she dissapeared into the wildfire, which was actually arson (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/arson <-definition), I thought, for a chapter or two, that she was... dead. And I thought definitely, that Smoke started the fire, first of all, because he was suddenly transformed into a total human being. (If you've read the book, you know what I mean.) I thought he did that as a lousy cover story that he didn't start the fire, especially when he clenched his jaws and took a slow, tight breath before you know... apologizing to the teacher. You have to read the book to actually know what I'm talking about, by the way.
           But I began wondering, that's what Nick and Marta are suspecting; that Smoke is the one who started the fire. But it said, on the book cover-flap-story-about, (I'll call it cover-summary for short), that "... No, they figure out the class delinquent, Smoke, has something to do with her disappearance. And he does! But not in the way they think. There's a lot going on in Black Vine Swamp than any one player in this twisted tale can see..." So that means... he's not the one that started it? So that means, he's doing something else that has something to do with the fire. And I knew he did have something to do with Mrs. Starch. But not that way. I'd never imagined they would be in together to protect a baby panther and bring it to its mother.

           On the other side of the story... Drake McBride and Jimmy Lee Bayliss. McBride is the Delinko of Scat (Delinko from Hoot, a dense police officer who wants to be a detective, but isn't up to the smarts for it). And Jimmy Lee Bayliss queerly reminds me of two people from Hoot: the person who was in charge of the construction site, and Chuck Muckle, the person in charge of all Mother Paula's Pancake houses. McBride is very unintelligent to actually break the law to make more money. I'd rather just quit the job, or maybe, with some sense, try to make more money by doing something.. I don't know, I don't have an oil drilling business. But it I do have a strong disliking for oil-drilling. And you'll know, too, why I do. If you pay attention to news (coughBPcough).
            At first, I didn't know if I liked Jimmy Lee Bayliss or not. (I'd decided that Drake McBride was too much of an idiot to be much of my liking.) And anyway... At first, I didn't care. You know, I was like, okay, there's a character, and he has a fairly long name, and he works for this really not smart person, whatever. But then, when I learned how he's the one that started the fire, I immediately hated him. I realized that he was the bad guy of the story, and Drake McBride... well... he didn't know what he was doing. It was all Jimmy Lee Bayliss's doing, who started the fire, who set up Smoke as the arsonist. In which he wasn't. Almost as if Jimmy Lee Bayliss was the boss of the company. And speaking of taking a liking of characters, I kind of like Twilly person. Twilly is such a funny name. I can't help laughing every time I say it. Twilly. hehe... Anyway...
           My favorite part was when they were saving the baby panther. Nice twist, with the split personalities with Smoke, and how the "bad" guys and the good guys came together to become the good guys and that they save a little panther's life.
And great thing, how Jimmy Lee Bayliss and Drake McBride got in jail.Well, actually, McBride, being the idiot he is, ran away from the cops and is probably looking forward to a few more months in jail. At least Jimmy Lee Bayliss has some sense to just give in and go to jail and come out.
AGAIN..
save the environment!!!!!!!!!

The Missing Series: FOUND by Margaret Peterson Haddix!!!!!!

I wrote Found in all capitals because it more fits the book. Sort of. Not found, but FOUND. And besides, the book says FOUND on the cover.

Margaret Peterson Haddix. Is one of my all time favorite authors. How could I have forgotten to put her on my list of favorite authors? (on the bottom right sidebar. scroll down to see.) She's the best Science Fiction/Spookyish story writers I've ever read. I don't mean R.L.Stein Scary. I mean, Haddix Spooky. You know? There's a difference between scary and spooky. Scary is more.. solid. I mean, scary is monsters, skeletons, huge people with teeth that bite into skin as if it were just cheese. Or... never mind. Spooky isn't monsterish things. They're ideas. Missing people, dissapearing things, moving objects, talking dolls (who look kind of spooky in a way), you know...

Her books are amazing. She's a master storyteller. Page turner. That's what they say, I think, in reviews. (I read them. Believe it or not, they tell you if the book's good. I mean, if there's the quote thing on them, that means its a good book. Boring books don't usually have that on it. I mean, other than what looks like boring information, it actually tells you that it's a good book. You know that? Try it someday.)

All of Haddix's books are amazing. Her recent series, other than this one, I mean, the one that's recent but finished, is the Shadow Children series. Even the title is spooky... go to http://www.haddixbooks.com/home.html for her official website: news for the latest books, and the Missing series, which I'm pretty sure she's writing right now.

Back to the Missing series. From the beginning, the book appealed to me. First of all, it was averagely thick. And second of all (this should be the first reason), it was Margaret Peterson Haddix's book. I hadn't read her books in a while. So I took it off the shelf of the summer reading section of the library. And, thirdly, the about-story thing on the book flaps were very exciting, appealing. And... It was the second book. So I looked for the first one. Found it. Get it! FOUND it. No, that's not funny. Anyway, I read it as soon as I got it. I think. I don't remember. I did read it within two days. You know, once I get a hold of a book I really like, I can't let go of it. I need to finish it before I look up and say, "Whah?"

I liked her idea. And the characters were good. The name Chip is funny, though. Reminds me of the book Disappearing Acts By Betsy Byars.. Meat. But anyway. The ending was kind of spoiled for me because I saw the second book first and I read the second book's story-about, which kind of told the ending of the first book. I knew more than I should.

The beginning was really cool.. spooky. I liked it. A great book, right from the beginning. Spooky and appealing.

It is so... good. The book. How first, they go to see the FBI person. Or whoever. I wonder if the FBI person even knows about the time travel thing. And then the JB person? I'll call him JB, because that's easier than, what.. Alzono Alfred Aloysius K'Tah or whatever.
And the letters. And the papers at the FBI person's office place. With the appearing and disappearing JB person.
I would want to be one of them. And I mean it. I wish I were some king on England, or an important person of history.
You see, the book, it's about these people from the future, they want to save lives from the past, horrific deaths that can go unknown as death, when actually, they've gone to the past and saved that person's life and made them back into babies and then put them in the future. But they started getting off track. I mean, they started taking royalty. Or children of explorers. Important people. And guess what! There's this other person, JB, who opposes that. They say it's going to change history too much and that everything will collapse. So JB, during one of the other people's missions, diabled the time machine thing. And so they landed in our time, and the thirty six babies were unloaded into our time, by accident. And Jonah is one of them.
Oh yes, I'd want to be one of them... Royalty, princess, or maybe... someone important.
I would want to try to call people, and see someone disappear and appear at will.

The book, in short, is awesome.
Ohhh just everything is good. Exciting. Even reading it over, I can't stop flipping the page.
And the encounter with Angela DuPure, one of the witnesses who saw the airplane (that had the babies) dissapear into thin air. Her theory with the Tachyon Travel error was pretty good. She said that some people were attempting the first of time travel, and the seats were filled with adults at first, but the time travel thing went wrong, so they turned "back in time" and became babies. But it was different. I knew beforehand, though, because thanks to me reading the about-story of the second book first.

And the cave part is very interesting, too. I mean, how they're out of time. But.. all of this time thing gets me confused. It makes me put down the book and think about it for a while before I get some theory that seems to match with the book and I start reading again. And the people. I wish I remembered who Jonah was. And who all the people are. It is kind of interesting. I would want to be like one of those people.
I won't tell you so much, but this is the greatest book yet. You HAVE to read it. PLEASE!!!!!!
Must read.
FOUND by Margaret Peterson Haddix

Father Figure by Richard Peck

           I thought it would be some innocent, heartwarming book that is the kind that would win the Newberry Medal... but it's kind of different. It's on the verge of modern classic and ordinary books. I don't know how to classify it. It was in the YoungAdults section in the library though.

            Jim. I thought, not even in a million years, would a parent bear to name their son Jim. It's such an.... old name. Like naming your daughter Beatrice, or... Barbara. I would want some exotic name that sounds cool or maybe an ordinary name, not an old one. But yet, this person's name is Jim. And Byron. that name isn't bad, but anyway, Jim was kind of old.
It made me think, constantly, before I corrected myself, that the setting was in some old Kansas cottage or something in the eighteen hundreds.
           I liked the book. I mean, the idea of the book. For one thing, it was nice to think of father and son reuniting, but... not for Jim. Jim had to go... Should I say? I have a weird feeling at the bottom of my stomach that some of you readers didn't read the book yet. And remember, rule number one if you want the book not to be spoiled, read it before I get a chance to spoil the ending. But then there are people who ignore that anyway. So I'll just say that what Jim did in the end was very unexpected, him going... never mind.
            I was happy that Byron... stayed. This is a good part of the ending, so I'm just going to spoil it for you. Anyway, it's your fault that you kept reading on after the previous paragraph warning you to read the book first. (Oh and the way I say how Byron stays might give you too much of a clue to how Jim ends. So maybe you should kind of forget what I said. Yeah.)

Enough with blaming and spoiling endings.
I thought that Marietta was going to marry Jim's dad. Or something of that sort. And that the family will be remade. Not that... Jim would want Marietta .. or something of that sort... It comes to the conclusion that boys at that age, whatever age Jim may be, may think ... weird thoughts...

My favorite character is Byron. Because he's so calm and can deal with such situations. And what's even weird is that my brother is also eight years old and he is very much not so mature (at this second, he's talking to himself when he's supposed to be finishing his work). Not that he's always talking to himself; he's just in a hyper mood right now.. but not that he's calm and mature, fully mature, either...

            At first, I didn't get that Byron's mother committed suicide. At first, I thought she somehow died in the car. Though I wonder how she killed herself in the car. Choked herself? Stabbed herself? What? Ate pills she secretly bought?
Never mind, I don't want answers to such... scary questions.

There's nothing much to say, now that I think about it.
It wasn't one of my FAVORITE BOOKS, as you can see, at the bottom of the entry, it doesn't have the label "favorites",,, but it was, a good book. Not what I'd call bad.
(Remember the Bill of Rights; Freedom of Speech)

Yes, I would suggest it to people... BUT not for eight year olds and that sort... They're too young (I guess) to read about serious death.
I guess I should end here.

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Harry Potter the Sixth Book. The Half Blood Prince. Though... I can see why it's called "The Half Blood Prince," but it doesn't have some big meaning to it. I mean, no, I meant, the Half Blood Prince was just somebody in Harry's Potions textbook that helped him with Potions. No, that doesn't make sense. I meant, usually, the book is named after the "objective" of the book, as in what Harry does that's the adventureish-facing-Voldemort thing. For example, the first book was the Sorcerer's Stone because, he had to get the Sorcerer's Stone. Then, he Chamber of Secrets, because he faced the Chamber of Secrets and met Voldemort's past. Then, the Prisoner of Azkaban, well, because, it was how they found the truth of the Prisoner of Azkaban. And, the Goblet of Fire, well... I don't get that... it could have been the Triwizard Tragedies or the Triwizard Tournament, to be very simple. Then, the Order of the Phoenix, because that was when it was re-organized and most of the book had some of the Order's missions weaved into the story (Mr. Weasley's attack... Department of Mysteries, 12 Grimmauld Place, etc.). 
Though, now that I think of it, maybe it was meant like that for a reason. Because it does seem to fit, yet there's so little related to what's actually in the book. I mean, besides the fact that he's using the Half-Blood Prince's textbook (which is dead helpful) and gives a good impression on Slughorn, there's nothing else. Most of it is the Pensieve, Dumbledore's theories of Riddle (not Voldemort, there's a difference), Suspicions of Malfoy (being a Death Eater), and... the Horcruxes. (and Harry's fate, sort of...)
Never mind, it's too hard to explain. I meant, it was kind of wierd, titling it the Half Blood Prince, almost like a little book on Severus Snape (technically a big book). But then, it's not all about Snape. Yes, that's what I meant. Forget the first paragraph of this entry, it's too confusing.

This book is mostly about Harry and Dumbledore (and Hermione and Ron, but they're not the main storyline), and finding out about the horcruxes. Professor Slughorn was a very important part of this book, seeming he was the one that gave Harry the Felix Felixis and the one that told Riddle about the horcruxes and knows Voldemort's past very well. Though I'd wonder, how a Slytherin Head of House would be... nice. You know, you would expect all Head of Houses for Slytherin to be at least a bit mean, maybe a previous long-time-ago Death Eater. I guess Slughorn is a bit different.
The most interesting parts were where Harry would go in the Pensieve with Dumbledore to explore Voldemort's past. It was very suspenseful, because you would flip the pages to find the next part with Dumbledore and count the pages and hope time would fly. (This is where the REScale goes up.)

And a whole another subject.
Sigh. Death.
Should I say who? No, I choose not. I'll say *** every time I must mention his/her name. So people who've read it, they know, and people who haven't, well, maybe you might get a clue, but remember, YOU MIGHT BE WRONG. So don't go telling people that Hermione has died or something (not that she is, don't go telling people she is dead). 
I feel bad for Harry, it's a great loss that *** died. The whole school might be in danger from now on... Or not. Or yes. And especially that they need to find a new ___ to replace ***, which I'm sure is very hard to do.
(oh, no, I'm revealing too much...)
And the students will be sad. But I bet Malfoy might jump with glee (and Crabbe and Goyle would stupidly gurgle along with him). But then, he's a Death Eater now, so I don't know if he'd jump with glee. Maybe think, Ooooohh, the Dark Lord's plan is going perfectly, he has a clear battle now, it's an automatic win for the DARK SIDE MUAHAHAHAHAH... or not. I think, Malfoy, as old as he gets, is still the immature coward that will always be... immature and annoying (and mean, obviously). But, I never thought he'd be ordered to do such thing. Maybe he hated ***'s guts, but never to kill ***. He'd thought that *** was very... not a great ___, but never ever ever to kill ***. But then, it was orders from Lord Voldemort, which Malfoy must obey if he values his precious life. I kind of knew *** would die, because of the people around me in school, some, who, as soon as they hear I'm starting to read it, tell me the ending of who dies and who marries whom and the whatnots. It spoils things. But I never thought *** would die in the sixth book. Never, because I thought it would ruin the ending, with *** gone, Hogwarts won't be the main-ish part of the story, since they have to find Horcruxes. I thought, then, what the two inch of pages was filled with, if  *** was gone. If only I knew the format of the last book. 
Not to get off topic upon writing (typing) about the last book...

Horcruxes is an evil thing. To split your soul into two. How... disgusting and... evil. No, not bad, evil. Just the thing you would expect Voldemort to do.
Now that I think of it, Voldemort might be a coward. Cowards look to power when they're scared. So Voldemort was cowardly toward death, then, he came up with the seven Horcruxes, and now, he has people of his own to follow him because of his evilness and his power over the Dark Arts and ability to kill with ease (I guess killing someone highers his pride).
Or not. I don't know. 

I wish I was a witch. I wish I was in Gryffindor, where the brave is prized most. Though I might be put in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Where do you think you'd be in. ten out of ten, I bet, nobody'll say Slytherin, unless you're seriously mad in the head. I wish a lot of things, don't you?


But then, you never know, it might be real. Harry Potter could be real. Don't say I'm absurd, I'm serious. Because when you think of it, even in the book the people won't believe you if you said witches and wizards were real. They hid themselves from Muggle view. So Muggles had no clue their brilliant (or queer) next door neighbor was. They're like the real world, right here, where if someone wrote a story about wizards, you'd say, fantasy, no doubt. But then, they're hiding themselves real good, so good that you'd think they're just fantasies.
Have you ever thought of that?

A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck

Such a sad book, and it reminded me so much of a long time ago classic for younger ages - Charlotte's Web by E. B. White. As it says on the cover, it's a modern classic... at least I can read it.

If Robert's age wasn't mentioned, you would think he was about sixteen years old. Because they keep saying he's going to be a man, he has to take over the farm, he has to do things for himself... but he's only thirteen! Though, maybe, thirteen is a big change or something. I don't know. Maybe.

Long ago, they must have thought religion a big part of life. Yes, in Social Studies/History class... religion was important. He was Shaker, wasn't he? Went to church every Sunday like we do, went to school, took care of the farm...
He thought strongly of sin. As bad. He'd say, "... as bad as sin..."And there was the Shaker book. The Shaker law. (I keep thinking Quaker when it's Shaker).

I'm guessing Learning with a capital "L" is the name of the town? Or something else... I don't know, actually. It sounded like the town's name, the way they would say Learning. In Learning, ... , they would say. Or something along those lines. Or maybe some kind of type of school for Shakers...?                    (I don't know... If you have any idea, please comment. I really need to know. ).

          The beginning was quite appealing. Sort of. The cow, and how he got hurt bad while he was "helping" the cow and the to-be newborn calf. It was scary, thinking of your hand in a cow (trying to save it) and it chews on your arm as if it was some especially hard stick of gum, chewing as hard as you can, running around, kicking you...
I can't even imagine it.  Nor will I ever want to. The mere reading of it makes me wince (oh no, it reminds me of a particularly gory part of the book Where the Red Fern Grows, when the Pritchers or Pritchard or the Prit-somethings... .. ... .... ... read it yourself.)
The mere reading of it makes me wince...
          It reminded me so much of Charlotte's Web that I wondered which book came first, and if one did, if the other author read the book and happened to get the idea of such story. Maybe. Not that I'm accusing anyone or anything, but it just comes to your head,,, you can't help it. Both pigs, both enter a contest, both win, both main human characters' parents work at a farm... Both have to "achieve" something to survive...

          Pinky was so cute... I could just imagine her, pink, small, moving around, following Robert around as if she were Robert's shadow... Sometimes, I wish I were Robert.
But sometimes not.
          There were many sad things in the book. For one, there was Hussy, the dog who got weaseled. That was quite a sad one. How he dies... poor Hussy. I wish he lived. And the two other deaths. ...
          The Rutland Fair was very obvious. Because first of all, Charlotte's web. And second of all, modern-classics in such format... they always win one way or another. 

There was one confusing part that I didn't get clearly. I didn't get why there was that part... kind of irrelevant to the storyline. Chapter Eight, I think. With Sebrig Hillman's dead daughter. I don't know... I didn't get it much. Don't think it was so important either. But in this book, there was so many deaths... I wonder if that has something to do with the story or maybe something to do with Robert growing up.

          Robert's misunderstandings of words was quite funny. For example, Chapter six. Aunt Matty and the Report card... funny enough how Aunt Matty spazzes out from a D in English, and funnier still when Robert mishears tutor for tooter. And how he laughs on, imagining his aunt, blowing up her cheeks, playing a tooter. And when she asks what the subject (of the sentence) is, he answers, English. And how in the end, " 'Next time,' said Aunt Matty, 'I'll teach the pig.' " Really funny.
          But, it's sad. How Pinky has to die. It was too descriptive, how Pinky dies. I wanted to skip that part, slam the book shut, imagine that Pinky wasn't dead. I'd thought that Pinky wouldn't die. Turns out, happy endings aren't always.
          And the death of his father, that was sad, too. He'd have to take care of the farm himself. Fatherless for the rest of his life.

          Reading this book makes me thankful. Thankful that my parents aren't going to... to... early. And that I have a proper education (actually my town is a very highly educated town so it's more than that...) And that I don't have to work every day in the farm (though I wouldn't mind if I had to) and that we have good doctors and ambulances and.. You get the point. I'm thankful that I have a wonderful mother and a funny dad and a brother and nice friends and that I... had a nice summer.
Aren't you?

The Voice on the Radio by Caroline B. Cooney

Here, the main character is not only Janie, but also Reeve. Reeve acts as the bad character here, instead of Janie, who was in the previous book.
But when I say bad, I don't mean, killing, cruel, ugly bad. I mean, just despicable. Just hated.

The moment he began saying it on the radio, I knew he was in for some huge trouble. Janie has to find out. It has to be part of the story. And it was.

Though, I do admit, the way Reeve was saying the story on the radio, it was quite exciting. But then, giving all this inside information, as Jodie said, the part that really hurts, he told that to the world (or just Boston, but all the same). For entertainment. What would Janie say? What would the Springs say? Or rather, what would they do? Reeve's stupidity continues on until he faces... he faces Janie.
          She and Jodie says, quote: " 'We can drop in on Reeve, too.' 'Unannounced,' said Jodie, 'We'll catch him with some gorgeous college girl.' " But actually, it's worse. She's sold out to the world, her inside story she's been trying to hide and forget and start over with. On the radio, going toward Reeve's college, she hears it.

          How angry she would be. And how ignorant Reeve was. It's better having a hard time and messing up the radio than breaking someone's heart, selling someone's story to the world (actually to the city).
          And yet, he had enough spunk to go to the hotel and beg for apology. Well, sorry Reeve, apology not accepted, because how would Janie forgive him? How would Janie forgive them? How would Jodie forgive him? For what he's done? He was lucky enough that the radio station only had signal in town. If it reached New Jersey, or Connecticut, that would have been worse.
The image of the nice, funny Reeve turns into a total jerk, is a shock for Janie and her family.
          But yet, she forgives him, in the end.

          Brian's story was a small "problem" of the story. You can barely call it "problem" because first of all, it's just him changing, breaking apart from his twinniness with Brandon, who probably will remain ignorant toward family problems. Though it was nice to read about Brian and Brandon. They were almost strangers in the other two books, just younger pesky brothers who were athletic (turns out it's only Brandon).

          My favorite part was when Janie was saying good-bye to Stephen in the airport, and how her dad was going along with her, and "a huge part of her grew up." It was so satisfying, seeing the good ending, the happy ending, in which she starts the hug, rather than her father stretching his arms out to start the hug himself.
I was happy she was sisters with Jodie, real sisters, sisters who go to Boston together and are always on the same side, never against each other.
I was happy she was with her family again (not literally, but spiritually, if you know what I mean), and was a Spring when she was with them.
I was happy she called her dad Dad and her mom Mom. I was happy she went to Mrs. Spring when she was in trouble.
I was happy she became Jennie Spring.




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Whatever Happened To Janie by Caroline B. Cooney

There are three steps to do before reading this entry.

First, you have to know, before reading this book, that there's a first book, The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline B. Cooney.
Then, you read it. (Go on, to the library, Barnes and Noble, check your bookshelf...)
Then, you go to www.lovereadwrite.blogspot.com and then read the entry "Whatever happened To Janie by Caroline B. Cooney"

Done? Well, technically, you're not done, because you haven't read the whole entry yet. So...
here goes.


Here are the facts:
Janie, as you may know, (if you followed my instructions), was kidnapped. By Hannah, the girl, daughter of Frank and Miranda Jonstone (or Johnstone or Jonstohne or however you spell it). She joins the cult, a religious and very strict group in which once you join, you follow no matter what. Hannah somehow kidnaps Janie.
That brings us back to her kidnappance. Frank and Miranda Jonstone (or Johnstone or Jonstohne or however you spell it) doesn't know that. They think that Janie is Hannah's daughter. They change their name to Frank and Miranda Johnson and move to Connecticut (if they weren't already in Connecticut).

And now, this is all found out, and Janie is actually Jennie Spring, her family living in New Jersey. And now, her parents want her to come home, to where she should have been, for twelve years.
  
         I really wanted Janie and her family, her real family, to get along well, to be like a real family, to forget about the past. It was harder than I thought, "adjusting" to the new "environment." She wanted to be back with her other family. Anybody would. At first, I hadn't realized that, but what about you? What if you found out that your parents aren't your parents, they're a total stranger, and your real parents are living a whole state away, worrying about you all the time? Anyone would want their "real" parents, the one they grew up with, the one they loved, until someone told you the truth.
         I liked Jodie. She's like the "ideal sister." I don't have a sister, just a pestering brother four years younger, whom, even he would probably admit, you can't be best friends with. But then, I have a family friend, a very close family friend that we grew up together, she's just two years younger and we're practically sisters. I can call that kind of sisters, but then, a real sister would actually be different.
I'm guessing.
         Part of the reason I liked Jodie was because she was very loving. She loved her family, loved her brothers, loved Jennie -until she met her. I would have felt the very same. Angry, mad, to see my very sister, the one I was supposed to be sharing a room with, breaking my mom's heart, being selfish, mean to the family, acting like a stranger. Though I wouldn't have thrown a chair, but all the same.
        
         Every time Jodie and Janie or just Janie was acting very mean against the family, restraining herself from being Jennie Spring, I would wish, please, Janie, be Jennie, for once, make the family feel better, forget about the horrible past.
         Mr. and Mrs. Spring were very nice parents. In fact,  I would prefer them as parents rather than Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, if I had a choice between the two (though I'd much rather stay with my real parents). Mr. Spring is nice, and he's like a big teddy bear, always ready to be hugged. Mrs. Spring is kind, very nice, loves her children dearly.

         I was angry to read that she went back to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. But then I knew, there would be the next book, and I hoped that she would go back to her real family once and for all.
Don't you?

Hoot

Not once, not even once, not even in tiny little lettering, hidden in page 134, in the bottom right corner (don't be dense enough to actually check), not even, once, was hoot mentioned in the book. I think. (If you do, well... oh well.) Not that I remember. And when it comes to books, I can almost never forget. (Please note that nobody is perfect therefore I myself am not even sure if I have bookographic memory )

I was smiling almost all through the book. Never mind, not through the WHOLE book; that's a wierd image to put in your head, but anyway, do you know how good it was? I woke up, deliberately, thanks to my loyal alarm clock, to read it. At eight or eight ten or eight thirty or...  around eight. In the morning. And I finished it in two days.

Such a great book.
I would definitely recommend it to anyone who is at the level. It would make you laugh. Beatrice's unexpected loyalty, Roy's sarcastic sense of humor, Dana's stupidity, it all weaves into a funny, hilarious, but yet, a story that can wake you up.

At first, I didn't want to read it. I could have read it a long time ago, when I was looking around. The cover was appealing. Two eyes and an upside-down triangle. Hoot. But then the back cover, the one that tells part-of-the-story, it wasn't that appealing. No, it was unappealing. To me. First of all, potty trained alligators? Snakes with unusually sparkling tails, whatsoever. It sounded like some kind of educational book about the Everglades.
Turns out you can never judge a book by its cover, and that means the back cover and the flaps included.

I liked Beatrice because of her unexpected loyalty. The first impression of her bumping into Roy on the school bus and then being all mean during lunch to not go after the running boy, you'd think she'll never care about him, tell him a thing, or even, negotiate, as Roy says, like civilized people. (I'd thought Roy'd have some missing front teeth by that time, but suprisingly, Beatrice could hold her temper, maybe pour it onto her mooshed sandwich.)

I knew right on that Beatrice had something to do with the running boy. She was so... sensitive about Roy's curiosity about him. Obvious. But never, had I thought, she would be... siblings with him.
          My favorite parts were where Roy, so bravely, "negotiated" with the bullies. Beatrice and Dana. How he dealt with Beatrice in the lunch room, and Dana a few times,,, (hilarious)...Especially the first accountance with Dana at his house. When his mother found out Roy was the "little twerp who messed up his face."
         The best parts were the parts where Roy was in the story. The parts with Officer Delinko wasn't as great.
          I want to be like Roy. He's so... brave, as in daring. And righteous. He's an expert on dealing with thugs or ruffians like Dana. Though I can't believe he has that much power to mess up Dana's face.
 The story's so Random and Funny. I know why, though. I think I know why. 'Cause there's a lot of funny situations.
         The names were funny, too. Actually, only Chuck Muckle. I thought it would be a good name for a clown. If you switched the first letters. Muck Chuckle. Just saying it out loud makes you laugh.

         My favorite part was when Beatrice and Roy and Mother Paula and all the others holding hands, blocking the Chuck Muckle dude from un-digging up Mullet Fingers (Napoleon Bridger Leep). It was so... satisfying, to see them all stand up for what's right and block what's wrong.
        It kind of seemed surprising that so many kids would show up just for owls. But then, that's good, and it shows they all care.
    
I wondered, if news reporters were like that. Because on TV, they seem so... professional and unlikely to be nosy and all that. You would think they just get to the facts, don't bother you, and leave. You would think they'd get all the details right and they're always telling the truth and only the truth.
But in the books, they're always the nosy ones and the ones that make it seem as though they were NOT to blame, as much the damage they did themselves. For example, in Hoot, the news reporter, in the end, said they knew no such thing about how there were owls living in there. Obviously, they knew.
         And, there's the movie Hoot, based on the book Hoot, and it was made in 2006, and I'm having a hard time finding it. (Anyone who knows where to download it without making any usernames or that sort, please tell me!!!!) But anyway, the information is here just so you know, so if you've read the book, always try watching the movie!

         I hope people become to be more like Napoleon Bridger Leep (Mullet Fingers), Beatrice, or Roy, by caring for the environment and standing up to it no matter what the obstacles are.
For one, watching CNN will be more exciting, and for another, the environment has more people on their side, meaning less pollution and less garbage and litter.
      Hope you people out there, learn your lesson, if you did litter or do any of the ignorant things many people do (let's hope I'm wrong, that actually, not many people do this...).

Long Life The World! (and books)