Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Quote From A Brainiac♥

Ok I just made this up so please bear with me...

What you have to do is to find the book that is closest to you.

Ok now pick a number between 1 and how ever long your book is...

Mine is 481 so from 1 to 481.

I pick 123. Go to that page...

Now find the first piece of dialogue on that page.

Type the dialogue until it stops. That's your quote!!!

Also make sure that you skip all of the "he said's" and such...

Hears mine:

"Not to much. But when I get my car finished I can go up as much as I want - after I get my license."

~Jacob Brown , Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

Now choose someone to tag that has the same love of books that you do...

Books by TJBaff

There you go...have funn with it!!!

Bookworm Award

No one gave me this award but I thought that it would be fun to do so hear we go...

Open the closest book to you, not your favorite or most intellectual book, but the book closest to you at the moment, to page 56.

Write out the fifth sentence, as well as two to five sentences following there.

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

I didn't even have time to close my eyes. Just before I heard the shattering crunch of the van folding around the truck bed, something hit me, hard, but not from the direction I was expecting. My head crack against the icy blacktop, and I felt something solid and cold pinning me to the ground.

I have to tag 5 people...hear it goes...

Books by TJBaff

Ask Anna

I'm sorry I don't fallow anyone else :( I would like to though...

Hair through the ages♥

<----- now :)

Monday, November 17, 2008

The Summoning by Kelley Armstrong

Hello There,

This is my very first blog book review, so please bear with me...

The Summoning by Kelley Armstrong was a very good book. When I first saw the cover for it, I was intrigued. I came across this book through my mother. She works at a high school and one of the students was reading it. She knew that I would love it, but wanted to read it herself first. I was a little cautious about reading it at first, for the 300 + pages intimidated me. I was drawn into the story within the first chapter.
This book is about a 15 year old girl named Chloe Saunders. In her early childhood years that she only remembers brief fragments of, she recalls a haunted basement in a house that she lived in. This was terrifying for this poor little girl. Then a tragedy struck the family after moving out of the true-to-life haunted house.

Now with her mother dead, her father half way across the world and left to fend for herself with her Aunt Lauren to guide her through life, she attends an art school after being moved from place to place because of her dad's job. She attends the school for only a day and she quickly realises that there's something weird going on. Is it all in her head, or do they actually want her help? After an unfortunate incident she is sent to Lyle house, a place for troubled teens.

I liked this book because the story line interested me. It pulled me in and I actually felt as if I was truly living in Lyle House alongside her. Chloe seemed to be stuck in her own mind, not sure of what is real and what is make believe. This story interested me enough and inspired me enough to follow in my mother's footsteps to blog book reviews so that I can share my thoughts on my favourite books alongside some of the best. I am usually the type not to read awfully long novels, but I never wanted to put this book down. I give The Summoning by Kelly Armstrong a four out of five stars and I strongly recommend this novel and the rest of the Dark Powers series.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

First Chapter Of The Story I'm Writing

I can hear her scratching at my bedroom door.She moans, as if her soul is coming out of her little body. The screeching, as if her wrists were being cut, not by her own will. She tries to peer though the key hole by my fancy door knob. She pulls, trying to pry my heavy, wooden door, with her little delicate fingers. How did I get myself into this? Why must I evaluate and investigate everything the seems out of the ordinary? My name is Jone Reads, and this is my story...

It all started when I was about five or six. It was my birthday. My aunt Milly decided to invite me to stay at her house for a whole week. I was so excited. Lizzy, my aunt's stepdaughter, and I never really got along. But in my aunt's eyes, we were a perfect set of best friends. As you could probably tell, Lizzy wasn't too fond of my soon fate. She had two choices at this point, become my favourite cousin, or make my week a living hell. She chose living hell.

As the days went by, the numbers on my countdown turned into single digits. Finally all of my waiting was over. My mum drove me to my aunts house. After insisting that she get home to make my father and 14 year old brother dinner, my mum sat down on my aunts new blue couch
with a cup of tea and a scone. My aunt argued with Lizzy about my sharing a room wit her, and
finally gave up and offered for me to stay in the guest bedroom. My mother insisted that I would be to scared to sleep for 6 nights by myself, but I wanted to be treated older like Lizzy and said that I would be fine. After my mother FINALLY left, we had dinner and I went up stairs to get changed in my pj's. As I was changing, I heard a noise. It was coming from a locked drawer on my aunt's dresser. I tried to open it but discovered that it was locked. I decided not to worry about it and to forget about it. Little did I know that that was now impossible. My fate was already sealed.

As the hours passed by, I realised that I wasn't as brave as I thought. I found that I truly was too scared to sleep by myself for one night, let alone six nights. I finally got up my courage and closed my eyes and fell asleep. The next morning I calmly explained to my aunt that I wasn't alright with sleeping by myself in the guest bedroom. She offered to let me to sleep down stairs on the couch, if that would help, or for me to sleep with her and my uncle Sam, or my mother could come and stay with us, or I could go home and call off the rest of the visit. Unfortunately, Lizzy overheard our conversation and started to tease me and call me a chicken and a baby. Tears started to fall on the hardwood floor of the kitchen from my face then my aunt calmed me down and scolded Lizzy. She started to cry too. Her mother sent her up to her room. As Lizzy ran up the stairs, she turned around and yelled "You better hope that Clair doesn't follow you home, even though it's already too late, she has already chosen you," she told me. Then she disappeared into the upstairs portion of the house.

I asked my aunt who Clair was. She sat me down on one of the bar stools seated by the island in the middle of the gigantic kitchen and started her story. She explained that Clair was her great grandmother's china doll. "When my she died she, Clair was passed down to my grandmother, then to my mum and then on my 10th birthday, to me. When your uncle Sam and I got married, I gave the doll to Lizzy for her 10th birthday. When she first got it, she loved it. She wouldn't go anywhere without Clair." She said. I asked if my mother knew about Clair, and she said yes. "She does know about Clair, but doesn't like to talk about her. She thinks that old china dolls are creepy. That's why I got Clair from our mother instead of her. She was supposed to get it, for she is the oldest, but she insisted that I would enjoy her more then she would. She was right."

I decided that I would call my mum and ask her if she could come and pick me up to take me home. "Maybe you'll feel better about staying longer when your older Joan?" I agreed with my aunt. As usual, my mother was late picking me up, and stayed for dinner after insisting that we get home. After dinner, I went upstairs to the guest bedroom to get my bags. When I first entered the room
I could feel that something was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I opened the closet to take out my clothes and was startled and surprised to see the old china doll was sitting on top of my luggage. I was so scared. I could have sworn that I saw her blink. I just figured that Lizzy was trying to scare me by putting her there. I tried not to think about it and grabbed my bag and closed the closet door. Just before I left the room, I noticed that the locked drawer on the dresser was ajar. I decided not to worry about it, and proceeded down the stairs to meet
my mother and aunt.