The God of Mischief

Again, for this week, I have been reading Paul Bajoria's The God of Mischief. The author of this book uses such great detail when describing a situation. "The wind certainly was hissing violently through the trees tonight; and his house had turrets, and gables, and roofs which sloped at crazy angles to one another, all of which hooked and snagged the wind and could make it sound like thunder." I believe that description makes a good book. We all describe things though, so does that all make us accomplished authors? And, another query of mine was, we have been pressured from the beginning of elemtary school to use vivid language but what if the object or situation is simple? Does that make us some sort of failure? Some things don't require a hoity-toity definition with words not even a college graduate can comprehend. For instance, I could just say this blog is done... and it is.

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I just started a new book titled The God of Mischief by Paul Bajoria. In eighth grade I read the prequel to this novel, The Printer's Devil. In the first pages the words describe a boarding school of some sort with a, less than kind, administrator.

"The walls towered around us, cold, dirty, and cracked, with barred windows in them so high above our heads that all we could ever see was the sun, the clouds, or the night sky. They were that high up on purpose, of course, to prevent us from seeing what was outside and dreaming or devising plans of escape; but quite often when we were unsupervised, we used to form acrobatic  towers by climbing on top of one another."

This leads me to think, what if school was was like that now? It is hard for me to see Kay walking in the stone archway of a dungeon-like room and lifting me up by the mere fabric of my collar. Now of course,  the school children in this book are much younger than fourteen year olds but it just does not mesh. It seems to me that not only has education come along way since three hundred years ago but society as well. To think that I, as a teenager, would be working in factories as an apprentice just continues to flabbergast me (I really wanted to use that word<-----). To conclude this thought, human beings have grown immensely throughout the centuries.

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Media. Media. Media. To media is anything that demonstrates a person, place, or thing. For instance it could be an add, painting, or movie.

Tales of Beedle the Bard

Over the long winter break I read a book given to me for Hanukkah called The Tales of Beedle the Bard . I have been a very big Harry Potter fan since I first read the sorcerer's stone. I was very excited when I saw that there was a book related to my favorite books. Sadly, it didn't meet the expectations I had of it. The basic scheme of things of this book is an explanation of wizard fairy tales. I have never understood "muggle" fairy tales. They just never did it for me. I mean to say that it is building this fake sense of fantasy. I don't mean to sound like the old grouchy  guy that told the toddler that Santa isn't real, but how many people do you know that can sing and suddenly be immersed in helpful wildlife. Good 'ole Cinderella is just not very credible. I don't really have any suggestions for our magical dilemma but there is something that needs to be done. Little Susanna shouldn't be thinking she is going to spin wool into gold. Well, I'm done for now.