In the post-terrorist attacks and the ongoing war in Iraq, The Terrorist by Caroline B Cooney is a great book for this century. The story begins with a sister’s eleven-year old brother on his way to school. The brother is handed a package by a stranger. In an instant, the boy is snuffed out by a blast of the bomb.
The novel deals with grief, sadness, and loss in the wake of terrorism. But the book also deals with love, trust, hatred and death. The novel is deeply dark and heartbreaking, but it is a good read. Although The Terrorist was published over 11 years ago (1997), the book still rings true in 2008. Make time to read this page-turner today!
I’ve always wanted to get into the soul of the works of Kenzaburo Oe’s writing. The book that came into my mind was Nip the buds, shoot the kids. Although it’s a coming of age story about children in a war, this book is not for the weak-hearted, the squished or for children. The story centers around a nameless boy whom is a reform school student. He experiences death, betrayal and chaos in the five days he and the other children faced. The novel is very dark and disturbing. I recommend that only serious students and those of a strong stomach should read this tragic book.
My rating: A
After three years of waiting, I finally read Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight. I expected to be a blast. All it was was a flat, ripoff from other vampire genres. I seen it all, and Twilight is something out of the Vampire manga ‘Vampire Knight’.Stephenie Meyer does some great work on the novel. The book is good, although, I wish she would give the book more spice instead of cliches. Mrs. Meyer, I loved the book, so I’ll be fair. My grade: B+
Maybe I’ll read the rest of your Twilight series books and think it over, Mrs. Meyer. If anyone out there Liked the Twilight books, I think you should read Vampire Knight for good measure.
When I first posted Saint Rose, I did it because I love magical girl stories. It was a long time ago when Sailor Moon came on the air, I was fascinated by magical girl stories. Today, there aren’t that many to see on television or read in books. The fascination has died down. In my visions, I’m reading Cardcaptor Sakura, Sailor Moon; And in the same vision, I am watching Pretty Cure (soon to be called ‘Magic Cure’, I hope.)
The real reason why I posted Saint Rose was because I’m planing to post magical girl (and magical boy) stories in the future. Don’t expect the stories to pop up on my site anytime soon. I’ve only written just a few. In the meantime, I might be working on Saint Rose real soon.
Saint Rose came as a dream of a 13 year old girl’s promise to serve and protect in a time of evil. If you want me to write about Saint Rose, post a line on my site. She’s already in my mind. As Saint Rose would say: ‘In the name of the rose, I thank you.’
On my visit to the cultural center, the tour guide showed me a set of shotgun houses. When I saw the two houses up close, they looked like small white boxes. When the guide unlocked the front door and escorted me inside to look, the inside was narrow and huge. It was big enough to fit two big families.
Back in the early 20th century, shotgun houses were the houses that most African America families could afford. The word shotgun was coined for the houses, because if a person shot a bullet through a doorway; the bullet would go straight through the hallway, to the back door of the house.
As I walked inside and explored the house, I went from the living room, to the dinning room, to the bedroom; and lastly to the kitchen. I was shocked when I learned that there was no running water in the house at all!
At the second exhibit, I saw the photos of Carolyn McDonald’s life. As I viewed the photographs of Ms. McDonald, her relatives and friends, it was very uncanny that I can hear Ms. McDonald speaking to me about her life.
On my last stop, I spirited downstairs to view the photographs of post-Katrina. The Pictures tell of destruction, loss, and death. I want to cry out for the victims of the hurricane, and all of New Orleans.
As I bid farewell to the center, I learned a little bit more of Black History. It was a life-long visit that I will remember forever.
During the opening ceremonies of the Olympics, a big friendly giant was walking with a young hero with Team China. Half the way, the giant carried the hero on his shoulders. The boy and giant were interviewed by reporters. The giant told the reporter that he was proud to be honoring his country and to honor the future of the youth of China with the children and the hero with risked his life of 9 years to save his two friends in the rubble of the school. The child (in shy-broken English) said thank you, so did the giant. The gaint with the child hero: Basket ball star Yao Ming
On Saturday morning, athletes broke records for their country. We won all three metals for fencing, an American broke a record for swimming. A South Korean became of age when he won his first gold in swimming after at the age of fourteen faced humiliation and shame. As I watch the Olympics today, I will continue to watch for more memories.
It was also on Saturday morning that the world lost a wonderful actor/comedian. Bernie Mac departed from this world to be with George and Estelle at the age of 50. What is sad about Mr. Mac’s passing is that I never had the Chance to meet him and tell him how he made the world laugh. If Margret Cho reads this post (as well as other comedians), they would know how much Bernie Mac has touched them. There may never be another comedian that can imitate the humor and style of Bernie Mac. Either though Bernie is gone, he is not forgotten. Mr. Mac lives on in movies, on TV; even YouTube. And he’ll be in the hearts of millions forever.
I will never forget the two days that were bittersweet. There will always be with me forever.
There are three rules to write a story, poem or novel. It’s too bad that people have forgotten what those three rules are.—Unknown
I have been reading Be with you for three days now. I am almost finished with two chapters to go. Be with you is a novel written by Takuji Ichikawa (Tr. by Terry Gallagher). It’s a Ghost/Love story about Takkun’s meeting with his wife during the six week raining season. Takkun’s son Yuji is part of the story as well. The book is about a couple’s second chance at love. The book is heartbreaking and B rated, but it is a very good story. The lesson in this book is that love can last beyond forever.
My rating: B