At the top of Thomsen Hill,
waiting for a goodbye,
a forgotten memory,
a lost picture,
a piece of his life,
fading away.
Ossenberger Hall,
his not-so-sweet home,
where he read,
book after book.
But he was leaving,
once again,
packing his bags,
leave this goddamn place,
school after school.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Book Review: Shattering Glass
Gail Giles’s Shattering Glass is a suspenseful and all around captivating realistic fiction novel that is told from the point of view of Young Steward – a member of a family of doctors, which causes his father to obligate him to take science courses over the much preferred writing ones.
This book is about a group of friends one of them being Rob – the most popular kid in the entire High School. He controls the school as he pleases, if he wants someone to do something for him, he will get them to do it. As he cruises around the school, he notices a kid – Simon Glass, the biggest nerd in the school – and decides to make him popular. This affects Young though, as he sometimes doesn’t agree with Rob, and sometimes he is asked to give up something very valuable to him.
Shattering Glass is a very entertaining novel that will keep you intrigued about what is going to happen. But although the novel does a great job at portraying equality, how High Schools are divided into hierarchies, I didn’t clarify a profound lesson or message. The characters where relatable and realistic; however, some of their actions where out of character.
This is a medium sized book (215 pages) but it is all filled with action and entertaining reads. It has none of those “boring parts,” but it doesn’t take a lot of effort to understand what is going on in the story; therefore, this is a great choice for those who look for a fun, easy-to-understand novel; it takes away all the boring parts out of the book and only consists of the action and excitement. On the other hand, I wouldn’t recommend it for readers looking for a deep message and complex puzzle for one to figure out.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Poetry Friday: My Father
My father,
the comedian,
the short fuse on a bomb
waiting
to explode.
The workhorse,
my companion.
The sage man at the top of the hill,
to whom I resort to for advice.
Because of him,
I try to emulate his jokes,
work hard,
and try to stretch that fuse
just a little bit more
for an extra second
before it explodes.
the comedian,
the short fuse on a bomb
waiting
to explode.
The workhorse,
my companion.
The sage man at the top of the hill,
to whom I resort to for advice.
Because of him,
I try to emulate his jokes,
work hard,
and try to stretch that fuse
just a little bit more
for an extra second
before it explodes.
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