Saturday, January 12, 2013
Bad Book Arrangement
This book took quite a long time to read considering the size, this compilation has three in one. The first book was quite depressing, and to be honest, I had a hard time getting through it. Since it took me so long to read the first one, I wasn't too thrilled to continue reading the others. Yes, the book was very well written, and yes the story was powerful, but it just was not my kind of book. Finally I delved into the second one and it actually piqued my interest right off the bat. Again the plot line was a bit sad, but it offered tremendous hope at the end. I enjoyed the second book. I had actually already read the third book before I had received the review book and I liked it when I read it. This book is not nearly depressing as the other two. It is a tense, but enjoyable plot line. Overall this compilation had a few good parts, but the book order could have been rearranged. The first book just turns away potential readers. I would suggest persevering to the last two books, or just skipping the first book. This has powerful stories, but do not be anticipating happy stories that lift your spirits.
Here is an excerpt from the first book
http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/catalog.php?work=92842&isbn=9781601424273
I received this book from Waterbrook Multnomah Publishers through their Blogging for Books program in exchange for an honest review.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Lemonade- A Short Story
Have you ever heard the age old saying ‘When life gives
you lemons, make lemonade?’ Well I must admit that I disagree, my philosophy is
that is life gives you lemons, squirt them in thine enemy’s eyes. Is that too
dark for you? I understand; not everyone will agree with my sentiments.
Some of you might be mildly surprised right now,
others shocked, and still others wondering what kind of story you have gotten
yourself into. Well let me just let you know that it is definitely paranormal.
Those of you who just thought vampires need to stop reading your tween
daughter’s books again.
But back to the
lemons, a very decisive part of the story. Now most would agree that there is
very little that can be done with just one single lemon and they would be
right. To make some sort of spectacular lemon substance, you usually need a lot
of lemons. Well the same concept applies to nearly every other thing in the
world. In other words “the more the merrier.”
Never has that saying been truer than when applied to
a certain group, a certain bipedal group, and before you think an ostrich, I am
in fact referring to humans. Time and again man has attempted to bring together
his fellow man for one purpose or another, whether war, a football game, or a
tea party. There is something about each that draws people’s attention, that
has them begging for more, yes even the tea party. What draws them; pride,
hope, enjoyment? Or is it something deeper, is it something so close to our
hearts and yet completely foreign to our brains that it is indefinable?
This was the thought that started my Monday morning.
Why does man seek out attention from his fellow man? Why do we not all want to
go hide in caves cowering from all life? From all that we know about what harm
can befall us at a moment’s notice, why is it that we will still shake hands
with a complete stranger? As I lay in bed contemplating this, I groggily
reached over to turn off my alarm clock.
Why is it that teenagers have to get up the earliest
for school, when we clearly are the ones who need the most sleep? I scrambled
out of bed while at the same time checking my phone for texts. Yes I am
talented. You might be wondering why a person of my particular age would be
thinking such thoughts on a lousy Monday morning. Well I am a knowledge seeker,
a wisdom striver. That’s right; I am the journalist for the school newspaper.
This is pretty much how I spend my free time,
contemplating the Universe while maybe at the same time making myself cookies.
Don’t roll your eyes; thinking can make a person hungry. But back to my
morning, I finished getting ready and went down stairs, got some pop tarts, and
went out the door. I walk to school every day because I boycotted the bus due
to a certain mishap that involved a couple of science projects and a few
suspensions, but anyways, back to me walking alone to school.
You might be thinking (a dangerous habit when trying
to predict this story) that right about now is when the zombies jump out right?
Wrong. I got to school without anything abnormal happening. In fact the whole
morning was rather uneventful. It was in biology class that the ball started
rolling. Now I’m sure you’re sure where this is going right? You think I will
find some weird egg in the fish tank, or maybe this is when the boy next to me
admits he has been bitten by a spider or something.
Well you would be wrong, both things are absolutely
ridiculous. No, as I was retrieving my pen from the corner of the room where it
flew in my anxiety to take notes. My hand brushed against something hard and
round. I bent over to look under the table and saw animal droppings. It is
probably from some rats or some escaped animal right? After all, this is the
biology lab, but anyone thinking that would be wrong mainly because they have
never been to my school.
To say it follows every health code is an
understatement. I think it’s pretty safe to say that they are OCD. I’m almost
positive that there is an award in the Principal’s office that says ‘Cleanest
school in the Universe’ or something absurd like that. So it would be
tantamount to heresy to admit that I found something so horrifically unsanitary
on school grounds. Wishing to keep my ‘Currently Living’ status on Facebook
intact, I kept the incident to myself and even cleaned up the mess.
I went home that day feeling rather scandalous. The
next few days were very uneventful. Surprising as it is, I didn’t even think
about or remember the incident for days, I guess that’s how traumatic
experiences work. When I finally did remember, it hit me like a punch. I was
withholding information from the higher ups. Oh my gosh, isn’t that illegal?! I
started to hyperventilate, pacing rapidly. Suddenly I stopped. What the heck am
I doing? Am I seriously doing the stereotypical thing and freaking out? I must
be losing it.
Needless to say, my embarrassing episode never left
the bus station. The homeless guys, I’m sure, won’t turn me in. They are pretty
trustworthy judging by their aversion to people.
Now let’s go in a different direction for a minute, let’s
take a trip down the road called ‘Hypothetical Situations.’ Let’s say I was to
investigate a bit. Let’s say I stayed late after 6th period and went
immediately back to the biology lab. Strangely enough, it was completely empty,
oh how convenient. All still hypothetical, I am lucky enough to find another
gift over in the same spot.
So I look more closely at the site. Perhaps I should
call in some specialists that will set up some sort of E.T. re-creation. Maybe
aliens are involved and this is all
way above my head. An inner struggle rages. To ‘fess or not to ‘fess, that is
the question. I decide not to, and then I hypothetically go home and live out
my days as the local real estate agent, because everyone knows you have to be
crazy to go into that profession; all very normal and boring.
Now please come back to reality; this is what really
happened. In biology, as I turned in my homework, I happened to glance over at
the wall behind Mr. Barker’s desk. Strangely enough, there was a small hole in
the drywall and it looked as though someone had hurriedly swept up the debris
in an effort to make it seem as though it had always been there.
But I know for a fact that that hole was new. Hadn’t I
cleaned up frog guts right near there after missing the trash can? And yes I
did find out they weren’t even supposed to go in the trash can in the first
place. But my point being, there was definitely not a hole as big as my foot
there the other day.
I tried to inconspicuously catch a glimpse of Mr.
Barker’s foot to judge the size. Yeah that hole was definitely smaller than Mr.
Barker’s foot, which rules out a teacher temper tantrum. Unfortunately I had
been standing at the desk for too long, thus drawing unwanted attention and
stares. I shrugged noncommittally and went back to my desk, determinedly
ignoring the weird looks.
I was
understandably distracted for the rest of class, continually glancing back at
the wall, trying to fit some sort of pieces together. That was when I heard the
scuttling, very faint, but definitely there. I looked around to see if anyone
else had noticed, but mostly everyone had a dazed expression with drool at the
edges of their mouths and some were even actually asleep. Typical, I am the
only one to notice the barely perceptible noise.
I tried to
ignore it, staring intently, almost threateningly, at Mr. Barker. A slightly
louder scuttle, Mr. Barker winces; I stare into his squinty eyes. Yes, there it
is a side dish of fear with a main course of panic; very small, but still
apparent if you are looking for it. What is going on here? Are the teachers
aware of this, whatever this is?
When class ended, Mr. Barker raced from the room and
as I entered the hallway I noticed several other teachers doing the same. On a
hunch, I decided to follow my 4th period English teacher Mrs.
Spellini. So as not to be obvious, I followed exactly ten paces behind her.
After turning the corner, I saw the swish of her long skirt disappear behind
the door of the Teacher’s Lounge. With the grace of a cartoon character, I
snuck up to the door, hiding behind ridiculously small poles and changing
clothes to disguise myself whenever someone glanced my way.
Ok, not really, but I still looked pretty dorky to say
the least. Slowly I eased my head up to the window, so as to alert no one to my
presence. I immediately heard Mr. Barker squeak out something about the meaning
of the message on, from what I could tell, this ancient piece of technology
called a pager. They still made those? Well that must have been how all the
teachers had known to convene in such a timely manner.
I silently cursed myself, blast my distracted mind, I
had completely missed Principal Bosse’s reply. I did happen to at least focus
in time to catch three fleeting words that were slightly mumbled. In order,
they were ‘students, aware, and basement.’ There were probably words in between
but I couldn’t catch them, besides that wasn’t the most pressing matter at that
moment. The only thing that was important right then was that some unfortunate
soul noticed that I was eavesdropping.
I say unfortunate because I might have, at that
moment, forgotten the need for secrecy, and had plastered my face, quite
unladylike, to the door’s window. I daresay I was not a very becoming sight to
see while nervously drinking coffee. Ms. Addet, the math teacher, screamed in
surprise just as I ducked out of sight and made a dash for the nearest unlocked
door.
Call it destiny or simply a crazy coincidence, but I
managed to find myself closing the door to the basement just as the Teacher
Lounge door burst open. Weird, I thought this door was supposed to be locked,
but at least for now it was my sanctuary. Surely my pursuers would think the
door locked as well and not check in here for a while, giving me time to
escape. I would really like to know the odds of such an event, but that Google
search would have to wait.
Thankfully I did manage to still have sense enough to,
like any other human on the planet, slap the walls frantically looking or
rather touching for a light switch. An orange glow greeted my wide eyed stare.
I glanced down the stairs, then at the door. Always better to traipse into a
dark dungeon-like basement than to stand in relative safety. I mean, everyone
knew that right?
Using such logic, I went down the stairs, my
inquisitiveness propelling me onwards. Perhaps I would be able to find out what
the students were apparently aware of in the basement. I reached the bottom of
the stairs and flipped the light switch. What greeted my eyes were about two
hundred other eyes.
“Rats,” I mumbled, “why does it have to be rats?”
I stood dazed for a moment, and then I ran back up the
stairs, barely missing stepping on one of the vermin in my haste. When I
slammed through the door, I just so happened to smack straight into Principal
Bosse’s stomach. He stared at me, I stared at him, and then a rat ran past my
foot.
Two Weeks Later:
So you are probably wondering what happened right?
Well basically, after getting detention for ‘trespassing’ I wrote a story for
the local newspaper on the rat conspiracy going on just beneath the
unsuspecting feet of America’s future. I did some investigating and found a
whole network of holes throughout the walls, the maze thus being the rat’s
method of finding food and supplies.
It might have been slightly melodramatic, but hey,
give me a break. One thing led to the next and a health inspector came to
assess the problem, ran out screaming, and the local pest control came in to
rectify the situation. The only good things that came out of these
circumstances was that I got local recognition for my incredible journaling
skills, not to brag or anything, and also the school staff was put on some sort
of health probation by the school board for a gross perversion of their
authority.
Apparently they were keeping the rats a secret because
the school was getting a budget raise due to its cleanliness. Of course, it’s
always about the money, so typical. So in the end I suppose everyone won, well
except the teachers obviously, but even the rats were treated fairly. They were
taken from the premises humanely, due to protests by the future PETA activists
in our high school midst.
They insisted on using a lemon based spray to herd
them into cages, causing only minor eye irritation to corral them. So the lemon
did play an important part in the end.
As to the reason that people gather rather than
scatter, I have only one answer, ridiculous instinct, just like community
minded rats. I suppose I actually ended up making lemonade, no enemies were
harmed. I guess it really is the best method.
P.S. - Do not take offense at being compared to a rat, it was only for allegorical
purposes and should only be viewed in such a light. Also, paranormal is defined
as not scientifically explainable, such is the human mind. Sorry to all of you
who were expecting a werewolf to pop out.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Don't Judge a Book by its Cover
I know people always say don't judge a book by its cover, but I couldn't help but think that this was going to be some book where there is good and there is evil and there is going to be this guy who fights a battle and wins for the good guys. I was mildly surprised when this book was, for the most part, nothing like that. From the very get go I was very intrigued by the characters behind the scenes. They are only really mentioned at the beginning, but their influences are felt throughout the book. Many of the supporting characters are very complex and will do things that you don't expect them to do, so I found that I always had to be on my toes. The only thing that I didn't like about the book was that the ending left very many things unanswered, but I guess it makes sense because there will soon be a sequel. I just wish there had been some more definite plot endings. I suppose I will simply have to wait to read the next book. Other than that, this was a very engaging book and I enjoyed the original story line. I am very much looking forward to the next installment, where I will be able to learn more.
Here is the first chapter http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/blog/2012/04/02/sneak-peek-the-orphan-king-by-sigmund-brouwer/
I received this book from Waterbrook Multnomah publishers through their Blogging For Books program in exchange for an honest review.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
A Fun Read
I originally chose this book because it was the only book I could request. I did not expect to like it and I imagined that it would be rather farfetched and childish. I feared it would try to follow in the footsteps of other great fantasy novels. I must admit that I was pleasantly surprised. The story line was gripping and I found myself having to reluctantly set it down when I had things to do or places to be. Needless to say it was always in my purse for those off times when I could easily whip it out and continue the adventure. As someone who tends to dislike the portrayal of dragons in books, I actually liked them in this book. They had emotions and talents, but they were also still dragons. I was thrilled to find out that my library system had the rest of the series, but also sad that I have to wait 3 weeks until I can actually check them out due to camp. I would recommend this book to teenagers, just because of the fantasy of the story. I fell in love with all of the characters and am excited to learn more about their backgrounds in the next few books. This was a very fun read.
Just go to this website to get the 1st chapter http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/blog/tag/dragonspell/
I recieved this book from Waterbrook Multnomah Publishers through their Blogging for Books Program in exchange for an honest review.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Very Captivating
I found this book very captivating. The story line made me want to just keep reading. I admit that I read this book deep into the night. While I didn't greatly like the character of Bethany Quinn, I fell in love with all of her supporting cast. I found Bethany rather selfish, but then again I have not been through hard times like she went through. By the end she does redeem herself in my eyes and I found that she really did have a heart and a longing for God. This book is almost like a puzzle. Every few chapters you would get another glimpse of Bethany's past. Throughout the book I would find myself trying to guess what had happened to make her so bitter towards God. The characters in the book go through a lot of grief, but through their grief, they become closer with each other and closer to God. Bethany has a passion for her work, but at times it seems to run her life. I understand her love for her work, but there is a line where your career and your personal life should not cross. In the end Bethany learns this lesson. Overall I found that this book was worth my while.
Just go to this link to get the first chapter
http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/blog/2011/12/09/sneak-peek-wildflowers-from-winter-by-katie-ganshert/
I received this book from Waterbrook Multnomah Publishers through their Blogging for Books program in exchange for an honest review.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Angels Everywhere
When I ordered this book, I had no idea that it was the second one in the series. I tried to find the first book, Breath of Angel, but unfortunately my library didn't have it and I didn't have the money to buy it. So I started reading this book knowing full well that I would probably have no idea what was going on. I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised. Although it was the second book, it still explained each character fairly well instead of assuming that you already knew who they were. While reading it I found that there were some unexplained things, but I caught on quick enough. I felt that the plot line was pretty strong for a sequel. There was a ton of character development and building. I felt that the world that Karyn Henley had created was very original, especially at a time when everyone is writing of surreal worlds. Angels walking everywhere definitely made life interesting for the characters. The angel aspect made an intriguing story line and they were all very likeable. I definitely had a hard time putting this book down, but I would recommend reading the first book before this one. Overall I felt that this was a good book.
To get the first chapter, just go to the link.
http://waterbrookmultnomah.com/blog/2011/11/15/sneak-peek-eye-of-the-sword-by-karyn-henely/
I received this book through Waterbrook Multnomah's Blogging for Books program in exchange for an honest review.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Face the Facts
Miranda
glanced around frantically. The key could be anywhere on the cruise ship!
“If
only I had more time,” she mumbled.
She
ran her fingers along the seam of the door jam in the cramped closet that she
had been thrown in.
“Ah ha!” she shouted triumphantly.
She
picked up the key that had fallen with a ding. Just at that moment the ship
lurched, knocking her off her feet.
“Oh, I
hope I’m not too late!”
Her
fingers worked frantically as she inserted the key in the lock running from the
closet and up to the control room undisturbed. Sitting on the desk like an ugly
center piece was the bomb. It was odd that there was no one around on the ship.
Pushing the thought aside, she stumbled towards it just as the countdown read ‘5…4…3…’
Monica
snapped the book shut with finality.
“If
only my life could be that exciting,” she said to no one in particular.
She
stood up grabbing ‘Time Bomb,’ a New York best seller and walked out of the
deserted library.
“Why
is it that I’m the only one who ever comes here?” She thought, “But then again
I suppose other people have more important things to do than fawn over fiction.”
She
hopped on her bike at the same time that she glanced back at the receding
building.
“Their
loss,” she smirked.
Monica
was a librarian in the making; in fact, when the librarians weren’t looking she
would put some of the books away herself. She once made the mistake of telling
her best friend Zeke this.
He had
feigned surprise and muttered in fake belief, “Were you arrested?”
Since
then she had kept her library life in the dark and from prying eyes.
“I
guess a life is beyond boring if all I have to hide is my secret library
meetings from my friends,” which for the record weren’t so secret considering
they were always advertised on the bulletin board at school.
She
smiled as in her mind, she dramatically portrayed her anguish.
“I’m
so good, I could go big screen,” she chuckled while waiting for a stop light.
As
with all people, Monica was a star in her own mind. Some would argue that
spending so many years reading fiction and fairy tales would give a girl an
unhealthy imagination. Monica disagreed, most days it was her daydreaming that
was the only thing keeping her going. Oh but all of the adventures she had had
in her mind. The thing that amused her friends the most was the fact that she
was nearly sixteen and yet still had her nose stuck, in what they considered
kid’s books. They were constantly trying to get her to open her eyes and see
the real world.
“They
just don’t understand,” Monica thought, “What I read is the real world. They’re
the ones deluding themselves into believing that what they are living is the epitome
of real life. I pity them.”
She glanced
at her watch as she set her bike in front of the mall, 12:57, three minutes
early as usual. She walked past the expensive stores, latest fashions, and
hottest trends to the food court where her friends had agreed to meet.
As she approached, she spotted her friends
already at a table and ran up to them, exclaiming as she sat down, “Carol, why
the forlorn expression?”
“As
always Monica, I have no idea what you are saying,” Carol quipped.
Monica
sighed, “It’s an expression I-”
“Let me
guess,” Zeke interrupted, “You read it in a book?”
He
smiled triumphantly at Monica’s downcast eyes.
“So
tell us, what does it mean? We’re all dying to know.”
Monica
mustered enough courage to say in an airy voice, “I don’t think that you would
appreciate it, so I won’t tell you.”
Zeke
snickered as she changed the subject. She asked Carol how her soccer practices
were going.
Carol
replied cockily, “I have no doubt we’re the best in our league.”
And
Monica didn’t doubt it either. They had been undefeated for two seasons now.
Monica had tried soccer once in 6th grade, but has managed to break
a kid’s nose and score in the wrong goal in the first fifteen minutes of
practice. So she never gave it another glance. She brought her thoughts around
as she noticed that Carol was still rambling on about victory. She had to admit
that she loved her friends, but she couldn’t help but notice a huge chasm
between her and them. Was she the only one who saw it? Was she the only one who
noticed that as they grew, they drifted apart?
They
had been friends since the playground days, when the over assertive Carol had
waltzed up to Monica wearing a tutu with a bewildered Zeke on her arm.
“We
all live on the same street,” she had announced, “So we should be friends.”
Surprisingly
they had been inseparable since then, even going to the extreme of taking the
same high school classes regardless of their futures. That is, until recently.
“Perhaps
I shouldn’t have changed classes halfway through the year. Maybe that’s the
cause of the drifting I’m feeling,” she thought.
Then
she considered the opportunities she would have by taking chemistry rather than
physical science again, she put aside the silly notion. She had a life to live
after all, regardless of the classes her friends were taking.
Zeke
shook her shoulders, “Earth to Monica! Are you still here?”
She
blinked the thoughts from her eyes and turned to Zeke, “What?”
She
really should stop drifting like that.
“We
wanted to know if you wanted to come to a movie,” Carol asked.
“Oh I
can’t, being poor and all.”
Zeke
shrugged, “That’s a shame,” he didn’t sound too sincere, “Let’s go Carol so
that we’re not late.”
They
left without a backwards glance.
“Bye,”
Monica called half heartedly, but they were already too far away to hear.
“Typical,
now all I have to do is read, because my real life has deserted me. Although,
it deserted me because I read,” Monica shuddered, “Think on that.”
She
glanced around the decidedly empty food court and made to get up, when she
noticed a small flash of light outside the double doors. She focused and saw
two guys stealing her bike! She barreled past a janitor, yelling, even though
the guys were outside. She burst through the doors just in time to see the guys
riding away on her bike and another one they had probably stolen as well. Tears
welled in her eyes as she set off for home.
“Now
would be a good time to own a cell phone,” she choked out between silent sobs.
She
stumbled on until she tripped on a crack, essentially ripping her jeans, while
at the same time skinning her knees and hands.
“How
could this day get any worse,” she mumbled as she stood up examining her hands.
She
realized her mistake too late. She probably shouldn’t have said that, lest
something worse did happen. But it was already too late to take it back, for as
she turned to pick up her shoulder bag, a truck drove by, splashing muddy water
up on her.
“What
the!” she exclaimed, “It hasn’t even rained in weeks!”
This
was just beyond belief. She needed to get home fast. She glanced around and
made a mad sprint for her house, which was just a few blocks away. Over the
sounds of her ragged breathing, she heard a dog bark, or was it three? She
glanced back to realize in horror that there were at least six pit bulls
bearing down on her.
“Maybe they’re not chasing me,” she thought,
and then, “Probably not, what with my luck.”
She
nearly laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing, but she couldn’t spare any
breaths as she caught sight of her house and dashed up the lawn. She reached
for her bag to grab the key and remembered that she had forgotten it on the
sidewalk in her haste. She pulled on the door frantically, but it wouldn’t
budge. Nothing left to do but jump the fence; she nearly cried at the prospect.
The dogs were nearly to her porch as she struggled over the fence. She barely
made it before a dog tried biting off her leg.
“Success!”
she yelled.
That
was when she looked down and noticed she was standing in fresh manure. Another
one of her mom’s garden pet projects attempts.
Then she thought, almost desperately, “I just
bought these shoes!”
She
stumbled to the porch, muttering not so nice things under her breath. She
paused at the door to remove her soiled sandals.
“The
one time I buy designer shoes.”
Then
the floodgates opened and she sank to her knees, tears pouring down her face as
she laughed hysterically. She felt
ridiculous, but she couldn’t stop. Her mom meandered through the kitchen in
yoga garb and noticed Monica in surprise. Bedraggled, alone, and sitting
outside with an almost crazy glint in her eyes. She rushed over to the door
yanking it open with concern showing on her face.
“Monica,
do I want to know what happened here?”
Monica
stood up, sure now that she was dreaming and that is when she noticed her mom’s
new blonde hair.
“What
happened to your hair?” Monica asked once her jaw snapped back up.
Yes,
definitely dreaming.
Her
mom grinned slightly, “I decided to try a blonde look, I thought the brown was
a bit old.”
“This
is surreal,” Monica thought, “If I look down are my hands going to be blue?”
She
sneaked a quick glance down just to assuage her doubts.
“Ah,
thank goodness,” she exasperatedly whispered.
She
glanced at her mom, realizing that she was still looking at her like she had
just climbed from the sewers, which she had for the most part done.
She
cautiously took a step inside and said, “You would not believe the day I’ve
had.”
Her
mom smiled, “No, I’m sure I won’t.”
Jessica
paused, “What’d I tell you? This girl is just
like me.”
“I
wonder who writes those stories for the paper?” Mikey wondered.
“I’m
not sure, but it is going to be a weekly thing, so the next installment comes
out next Sunday.”
Five
miles away, Ms. Anderson turned to her 4th grade class, “So what do
you think Monica has learned?”
One of
her students raised his hand, “That when dogs chase you, you should grab your
house keys.”
Ms.
Anderson chuckled, “Definitely.”
Halfway
across town a girl stared at her laptop as she read the comments on her story.
“Who
would have thought that my English assignment would be so popular?”
And
then she started on next week’s adventure, “Maybe I’ll add a vampire this time.”
She
paused, with barely a smile on her face, “No, definitely a werewolf.”
What is reality?
Life isn’t always clear.
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