Sunday, November 15, 2009

Second Quarter Outside Reading Book Review

Just Listen by Sarah Dessen. Penguin Group, 2006 Genre: Realistic Fiction
This book is set in a small neighborhood. Annabel Greene is the main character, she is a model and a victim of rape, though nobody knows it. She lost her best friends, and she gets picked on by Sophie, one of her former best friends. It was Sophie's boyfriend who she thought Annabel was "cheating" with. Annabel's sister Whitney was also battling an eating disorder, which was hard on the family. Annabel's life was going downhill, that was, until she met Owen Armstrong. He is big and strong, and completely obsessed with music. Annabel's life changes after she becomes friends, and then even more than friends with Owen.
"Up until now, The Truth About Forever has always been my favorite Sarah Dessen book. Now that I've read Just Listen, however, I think there's a tie! The characters of this latest release are so honestly real, their dialogue perfectly placed, that you can't help but be pulled into the life and times of Annabel Greene." -Jennifer Wardrip.
This book is about Annabel Greene, and everything that a girl her age is going through. She was raped by her ex-best friend Sophie's boyfriend, but everyone else thinks she was cheating with him. Everyone resents her, except Owen Armstrong. He is strong and big, and he is utterly obsessed with music, and set on telling the truth. Annabel rarely tells the truth, but she tells nothing but the truth and her opinions of music with Owen, which leads him to thinking she is always honest. But Annabel and Owen's relationship grows anyway.
"There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn to know the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying" (349).
This is the second book I've read by Sarah Dessen, and certainly not the last. I recommend her books to all teenage girls, because they will touch you, and make you keep reading. I didn't enjoy reading as much before reading her books. Now I am constantly reading, and I love it. Sarah Dessen has become one of my favorite authors, and I plan to read more of her books in the future. Her style of writing intrigues me and I feel moved by her books, because these things really could happen, and nobody can be prepared enough for the future.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

1st Quarter Outside Reading Book Review

The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen. Penguin Books, 2004. Genre: Romance

The Truth About Forever is about a teenage girl named Macy Queen. Her father died a little while ago of a heart attack, and everyone thinks of Macy as “the girl who’s dad died.” Everyone except her genius boyfriend Jason, who is going away to brain camp for the summer. Macy and Jason stay in touch via email, and one affectionate email sent by Macy makes Jason want to take a break from the relationship. So that’s when Macy starts to work for the Wish catering crew with Kristy, Bert, Monica, Delia (the owner), and handsome Wes. At the end of the book, Macy has to choose between her old boyfriend Jason, and the artistic Wes from Wish.

“Again, Dessen creates a fantastic group of characters, including the oddballs of which she is so fond. Her portrayal of teenage life is accurate, friendship and romance are well developed and keep the pages turning, and the small revengeful triumphs along the way are satisfying. Dessen has not forgotten how teenage life is, and she is a master at writing for youth.”
-VOYA

The Truth About Forever shows the life of teenager Macy Queen going through some tough experiences, and how she deals with them and changes throughout the book. Things like her fathers death and her boyfriend wanting to take a break, and what Macy does to find herself happy. This isn’t very similar to other books I’ve read. Though this is the first book I’ve read by Sarah Dessen, I don’t think it is similar to any books that I’ve read by any author.
Her writing style is unique, and the topics are different from other stories that I’ve read. It shows how teenagers deal with situations, and if you take something away from them that makes them happy, then they will act differently than how you want them to act or react. It makes you want to read more, and see how things unfold.

“The first steps were hard; it took me a second to catch my breath, but then I found my pace, and everything fell away, until there was nothing but me and what lay ahead, growing closer every second” (368).

I think that this book affected me in a good way. It taught me to always be positive, no matter what life throws at me. Something that I enjoyed from this story is all the events unfolding. They were already planned for at the beginning of the summer, then happened at the end of the summer. Some things just happened unexpectedly, but others right when they said they were. I really liked the message of this book, and I feel like I benefited from it immensely.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

A Pandora for Christmas
Value is a thing that everyone wants, but not something that everyone thinks of as the same. Some think of objects being worth value, and others seeing the valuable moments. We all associate things differently, but how do most people think of value? I personally think of objects being worth money, but I still think of the valuable moments as relatively important. What if everyone thought that valuable meant things having a price, would those special moments be lost?

I spin the charms one by one until they are all facing the same way. Then I stare at it with a grin on my face. I got my Pandora Bracelet for Christmas about a year ago. Altogether, I have eight charms that I’ve gathered over time. My Pandora is very valuable and expensive. With each charm weighing in at an average of about forty dollars a piece, not to mention the cost of the bracelet (about thirty-five dollars), my Pandora is worth roughly about three-hundred sixty-five dollars. That is a hefty price, and definitely not a necessity in times like these.

I get up and look at the clock, then lay back down. Too early, I thought. I struggle to drift back into sleep, so I just wait. I try to pass the time by reading and watching television. A little while later, it was reasonably late enough to go downstairs. The moment I turn the corner into the living room, my face lights up. The fountain of presents under the tree was unfathomable, and I quickly walk into the room to get a better view of the gifts. I’m the first one up, so I rush over to my overflowing stocking on the floor. I take out and examine every single object, then carefully stack them up in a neat pile on the floor. By the time I’m through with that, everyone is awake with anxious expressions on there faces. I cannot wait to live my soon-remembered memories.

I expected to get my Pandora bracelet because I went with my mom to get my wrist measured for it. I was also present when she picked out my first charm. It was a sterling silver Christmas tree with a gold star on top. I admired the star, knowing how pricey it could be if it had gold on it. It was worth sixty dollars, and it was not only my first, but also my most expensive charm by far.
Other charms of mine are the pink flower, the angel, and a glass charm. Since there are so many, I’m only going to describe the one that I most recently bought. So the glass charm is the my newest charm, and it is definitely the least expensive charm. I got it at the flea market for a mere three dollars. It’s obviously not a brand name, otherwise it would be much more expensive. But it is very special to me anyways. It is aqua with lime green stripes, and it’s a great addition to my bracelet.

Once my parents have their coffee and everyone is finished checking out their stockings, it’s time for the best part: PRESENTS!! My sisters Alyssa and Lyndsey and I each grab a present. We open them one at a time, and show our new possessions to everyone. My dad goes around with a trash bag and picks up all the wrapping paper as we start to open the next round of gifts. Then the process goes on until all gifts are open. Once everything is opened, we all put our opened gifts in neat piles next to the other pile of presents that were in our stockings.

The next group of charms are the dolphin, the snowman, the Gingerbread man, and the charm with lots of hearts. Since there are so many charms to explain, I will only describe two of the four. The dolphin was a gift on my birthday from my grandmother. I also expected to receive this for my birthday because she was present when my mom and I got my bracelet. She told me to pick out a charm, and she would put it away for my birthday. I was thrilled! So I picked out the dolphin, and looked forward to when my birthday would roll along.
The snowman was given to me by my old neighbors, whom I’m still very close too, Bill, Kim, and Billy. I didn’t choose the charm, but I still knew that they were getting me one. I was ecstatic when I saw that a little silver snowman was in my palm. And whenever I see the charm, I think of my old house and neighbors, so I will always remember them.

As an ongoing tradition at my house around Christmas time, we always eat cinnamon rolls for breakfast. I really enjoy this part because I can pass on the tradition, and always remember Christmas with my family. I remember the smell, and the taste, and those are just things that I refuse to forget.
As the cinnamon rolls are baking in the oven, my sisters and I retire to our rooms with our gifts. We find a place for everything to go, and are just so relieved that Christmas was finally here. As the timer goes off, indicating that the cinnamon rolls are ready, everyone gathers around and eats them happily, thinking that this is the best Christmas ever.

I will never forget those precious Christmas moments or my costly Pandora Bracelet. The Christmas mornings are priceless, and full of memories. But the bracelet is beautiful and lavish. They are both very different, but they also can have multiple similarities. They are both valuable to me, and are a part of my life. How can one truly decide if a moment is more important than an item? These moments that we treasure cannot be bought no matter how much money we have. We can buy expensive objects, but not prized moments. As you sit to ponder the importance of each materialistic item or valuable moment in your life, you are able to decipher between what has value and what doesn’t.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Heading to Harlem

The Contender- Alfred
Briar Rose- Rebecca
Setting- An early morning in the park that Alfred usually jogs at in Harlem,
Massachusetts.


It was a usual morning at the park in Harlem, Massachusetts for boxer Alfred Brooks. He was doing his morning jog, passing by officers and other joggers, too. He was starting to get restless, so he stopped to sit down on a bench next to a young, red-headed woman. He smiled at her and then took a few sips out of his water bottle. He was about to get up when he heard the woman start to cry.
“Are you alright, ma’am?” asked Alfred.
“It’s just… Oh never mind. You don’t want to hear about my problems, go ahead and just get back to your run. I’m fine,” she said. Alfred could instantly tell that she wasn’t fine when she started to cry even harder.
“No, I can tell that you aren’t fine, and I can listen. I’m Alfred.”
“Oh, well that’s very thoughtful, Alfred. And I’m Rebecca. But I don’t know how I feel about blabbing out my problems to some total stranger. No offense.” But Alfred wasn’t buying it. He could tell that she needed to talk to someone sooner or later. Why not him?
“I understand, Rebecca, but-“
“You can call me Becca.”
“Okay, Becca. I can see that you don’t trust me, but please, I really don’t want to just walk away with you feeling this upset. You don’t have to tell me anything that you’re going to regret later,” said Alfred.
“Okay fine. Well, you see, I live in Holyoke. And I came here to make an attempt to find out who my Gemma really was,” explained Becca. “My family didn’t know much about her, even her name we weren’t sure of. And she recently passed away. But before she did, she said something to me about the story Briar Rose, you know, Sleeping Beauty. We always used to listen to it as kids, my sisters and I. I have it memorized for crying out loud! So she told me that she was the Princess, and she wanted me to find the castle and the Prince and the Maker of the Spells. She made me promise. She even made me swear on her grave. I don’t know if she was going crazy, or if she had high blood sugar or something, and I just, I don’t know what to do! I have been at this for a month now, and I have nothing! All I have is this wooden box. But I have gone through the contents over and over and I still have found nothing!” Becca started sobbing loudly again. Alfred made an attempt to calm her down by patting her hands that were folded neatly in her lap.
“It’s alright, Becca. Don’t cry, its okay,” Soothed Alfred.
“No, it’s not alright! I promised Gemma! I can’t let her down!”
“Well, then don’t. Don’t let her down. You can still do this Becca, but it’s not going to be easy. I can tell already that you’re about to give up. But I have been through something like this before. I still am going through it. You see, I’m in training to be a boxer. I am sacrificing lots of my time, and I’m probably not even going to be good. So I am training to be a contender, the guy coming up. And I am working SO hard, just to be a contender. You should too.”
“I should be a contender?” questioned Becca, now tear-free.
“Yeah. You are going to want to quit everyday because of how much work it is to reach that goal. So you are going through that phase now, I can tell. But keep working, and you can reach that goal. Just remember what you’re doing and why you’re doing it.” Alfred was obviously very proud of his pep talk, probably because it was very similar to the one that Mr. Donatelli gave to him that night he went to the gym for the first time.
“You’re absolutely right. And I’m not going to give up. I can assure you that I won’t.”
“Good. Oh, and I hope you find what you’re looking for Becca. It was nice meeting you, but I have to get back to my jog,” Alfred said as he was getting up from the bench.
“Oh, and Alfred, one more thing,” called Becca.
“Yeah?” She got up off the bench and hugged him.
“Thanks.” Alfred’s simple reply was a smile, then he turned around and continued his jog through the park.