Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Tale of Derperaux

Have you ever felt that you were different than everyone else? Well, that's what Desperaux Tilling, a small mouse with a big heart, feels everyday of his life. He falls in love with music, and stories of a brave knight who saves a beautiful princess. But most of all, he is in love with a princess named Pea. But he is not the only factor to this story. Roscuro, a rat who loves light, is forced to live in the dark dungeon, and he is a big part of this story. And lastly, it involves Miggery Sow, unintellegent as she is, she clutches to a longing wish, that is impossible. They will all enter an adventure that takes them through a caliginous dungeon, and up to the light and where all of their desires await.
The Tale of Desperaux is a great book, full of adventure and new points of view. Be sure to add this book to your reading list!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Homecoming

Homecoming (written by Cynthia Voigt) is about a girl named Dicey, a very responsible, intelligent girl, and her four younger siblings, Maybeth, Sammy, and James, who unfortunately, are the oddballs in the neighborhood. But it gets worst, when their mother had run away, abandoning her children after losing her jobs.
By leaving her children in a parked car in a shopping center, she then puts her troubles onto Dicey's shoulder. Dicey must travel to her Aunt Cilla's house, seeking a place to stay. Along the way, they must camp out at beaches, stores, and, besides her siblings, she has no idea who to trust. She must take charge of her family, fearing that she and her family may be separated for life. Only her grandmother may be able to help them now. But will she?
This book is exciting from the beginning to the end. It is as equally enjoyable as to how lenghthy it is.

Walk Two Moons

Salamanca Tree Hiddle, a country girl at heart, is a teenager who goes on a trip with her Gram and Gramps from Euclid, Ohio to Lewiston, Idaho to visit her resting mother. Along the way, she tells her grandparents about her experience with Phoebe Winterbottom, her missing mother, and the lunatic. In Sal’s story, Mrs. Winterbottom runs away after loosing her job, receiving a few strange letters from the lunatic, and being mistreated by her daughters Phoebe and Prudence. Sal plays a big part in Phoebe’s life, going to the police with her, tracking down the lunatic (who, Phoebe thinks, kidnapped her mother), and keeping Mrs. Winterbottom’s absence a secret. Sal realizes that Phoebe’s situation is very much like her own experience from a long time ago, and learns that you can’t judge a man until you’ve walked two moons in his moccasins. Understand life in a better way with Sal and her story.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Beach Soccer

Have you ever heard of beach soccer? Surely you've heard of regular soccer, or in other countries, it is known as football. But beach soccer? Here are a few different things about these to similar but different sports.
  • Beach soccer is played without soccer cleats, shin guards, or socks. They either play with special beach socks, or bare feet.
  • Naturally, beach soccer is played on the beach, on the sand, but it is very hard to run on.
  • The ball is lighter than a regular soccer ball. It is about as light as a volleyball.
  • There are no offsides, so you can go as far behind the defence as you want, and you can score from any part of the pitch.
  • The pitch for the game is measured 28x37 meters. 
  • Usually a goal in the game is scored every 3 to 4 minutes- 11 goals per game. 
  • When the ball is out of bounds, you can either throw it or kick it in, unlike regular soccer, you can only throw it, and throw it a specific way.
  • You can't score from the sidelines.
  • Instead of two halves of a game like regular soccer, the players can either choose 1, 2, or 3 periods of play per game. 
  • Beach soccer started in Brazil, and has grown to be an international game.
Beach soccer is such an interesting sport, combining good old soccer or football, and the challenge on the beach. So next time when you go to the beach, bring a volleyball, and try dribbling and kicking it with your own bare feet. It's not as easy as it looks.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Leprechaun Day
On March 17th every year
We hear the greenest ever cheer,
From the young and the old,
In the warmth or the cold,
We look for a leprechaun near!
~Anna
Did you know that:
  • The Chicago River is dyed green on St. Patrick's Day
  • Many of the legends about St. Patrick are not true
  • Paddy's Day is short for St. Patrick's Day
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Happy St. Patrick's Day! Remember to wear green! This guy also wants to wish you a happy St. Patrick's Day...


-Happy St. Patrick's Day! Remember to lend me a pot of gold...
And wear green!


Drawn By:

Anna

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

With 103

I'm sick in bed
With 103
Poor me,
Poor me,
I can barely lift
My head
Too bad for me.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

My Piece

This is a peice I wrote yesterday. I know it's probably not so good, but can you please read it?

Good thing, too. If she hadn't’t put the Herbs on, oh, what could have happened! Her arm would probably be so painful…
To be precise, *some name* would have wailed in pain, and said “Oh, please, now can I have some?” And she would have sat down, kneeling, pleading, with her hands exactly two feet above the floor. She would beg them for exactly thirty-eight seconds before her parents gave in, and took two minutes sharp to bring up the little pinprick of a jar to her. And yes, until they gave in, her arm was so painful. But only six and three quarters times as painful.
Yes. *some name* confirmed, it would be much worse, much worse in that other world. Where was it, anyway? Where was that place, where she would not take the Herbs, where her father did not accept the job offer, where she even cheated on a test? She knew it couldn't’t be near, though. Probably in a whole different universe.
But now, in this world, not in another universe, not in another galaxy, not even in another town, *some name* was about to go to sleep, here on Earth.
Suddenly, she woke up. Or was it she who woke? Somebody woke, somebody who did not deserve to have the power even to wake. Somebody in another universe, in another galaxy, in another town.

If it's not to much trouble, could you leave a comment about my peice where it says Comments at the bottom of the entry? Especially what I should name my character. Thanks so much.
~ Anna