The Runaway King
Jennifer A Nielsen

Over the weekend, I read the Runaway King by Jennifer A Nielsen. This book is the second book in the Ascendence Trilogy, the first being The False Prince, which is a really really good book. I enjoyed the Runaway King because of all of the well thought-out characters and the forever unclear plot. I liked how the entire book revolved around multiple power struggles and because of the different perspective the main character took around politics. The story was fast moving and well thought out, and I would recommend The False Prince to anyone who is the least bit interested in deception.

NEXT WEEK: donno yet

second slice of life

Today, the dogs wanted to come in the car. So they came. They go with us all the time. My mom drives while Connor sits shotgun and I, well I am stuck sharing the small backseat with the smelly fur balls. Its not that I don't enjoy them coming, but sometimes its challenging to protect my backpack and breakfast.   And they always know when were going, my bulldog Bella has even figured out a special trigger that says were going to be leaving soon.
Every morning, after I've entered the kitchen she always hovers really close, creating just one other obstacle I have to face in the morning. She always hovers, at least until I add sugar to my tea. The sharp banging sound of my spoon against the side of my teacup as I stir is her signal. She'll go straight to the kitchen door and brace her stocky frame against the firm wood; refusing to budge when we try to nudge her out gently out of the way as we go to the car. Unless were carpooling with Alisondra to Spanish she usually gets her way. Causing me to become stuck in the back with two hotdog shaped animals, one of whom is too large to fit comfortable on the seat. Once again protecting my homework and breakfast on the twenty minute drive to school.

Robin Hood

I read The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle. This book was amazing and wonderful and the ending was terribly sad! Everyone knows about Robin Hood; how he took from the rich and gave to the poor. In  this book, Howard Pyle gathered together all of the legends and wove together a tapestry of adventure and cunning. The characters are relatable, likable, each with their own individual personality. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading, because this book is favorable to many different genres: fiction and non-fiction. being 320 pages long and written in the English of Old, this book is probably classified as a two week book. But... it SHOULD be read!

NEXT WEEK
The Runaway King

Slice of my Life

I moved through the kitchen, juggeling the ingredients in my arms as I catiouly avoided the dogs. They always seem to be underfoot and in the way, following me around, begging me for food, praying that I drop something. I don't, much to their dismay.

 Even as I place the vanilla, butter, apples, sugar, milk, cinnimon, eggs and baking power on the counter I know that I've forgotten the flour... Crap! I don't even know where to look. Praying, I start at the pantry. Nope not there. The cabinet; empty. The basement... nada. Finally I check the fridge; there in the back is a half filled blue bag of buckwheat flour. Buckwheat flour is similar to regular flour right? There both labeled flour right, anyway I'm all out of options. That was my reasoning as I carried it back to the counter, putting it in the pile with the sugar, baking powder, and cinnamon. Mixing the wet and dry ingredients in separate bowls, I check the recipe once again... slowly pour wet ingredients into the flour mixture, stir and then add apples. The recipe also mentioned that I needed to peel and slice the apples but I'm not that patient. Instead, I just cut out the cores and shove it into the blender. The result: chunky apple sauce. Added to a thick batter, it looks even worse, but it does taste pretty good. 20 minutes in the oven and BAM! A dozen lumpy cupcakes... Now for my favorite part clean up.

Limericks

The birds that just came from their nests
Flew heigh as to see the sun crest
bathing in light
in their impossible flight
flying to se who was best

in the mornings they all sleep in
with blankets the color of tin
deeply they slept
till the sun had just set
and then they snuggled back in

there was once a student from logan
the merry student was his slogan
when asked bout his spirits
he simply cried I DID IT
god bless that young student from logan

occasional poetry

Mythology

They bend over the table
Studying the parchment that lays before them
Reading the symbols that look so similar and yet, are so different
Staring at the pictures, lost in thought

They tell stories, these unfamiliar letters
Stories about war, famine and heroes
Gods and monsters, history and fighting

The pictures too
Temples and pyramids
Buildings of impossible size created out of marble
Mosaics that line an entire floor
Representing stories long since forgotten

These pictures and writtings are all we have left of history
Of stories that we can no longer remember
Of entire civilizations and cultures
Things that can only be discovered through these writings

The Healers Keep

The Healers Keep
Victoria Hanely



This week, I read the healers keep; a companion book to the seer and the sword, (which you should read first). Victoria Hanely has been one of my favorite writers for a while now. All of her books are filed with amazing detail and descriptions, and as of now the Healers Keep is one of my favorites from her writing. Unlike many books I had read, this book was one of the most intriguing books I have read in a while. I found the characters relatable, even in strange circumstances, which was really different, but my favorite part of the book was the storyline. The entire thing was completely original and I was never able to guess about what would happen next. Having read this book in about 9ish hours I would call this a one week fantasyish book despite the 360 pages.

PS. I believe that I wrote about the seer and the sword earlier this year

NEXT WEEK: The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood

train of thought poetry

Train of Thought Poetry
It grows alone, long winding tendrils winding up the mantel, growing over the door frames. Silently making it's way over the widows, covering them with it's big waxy leaves, diminishing the light. slowly, slowly, the light begins to dim after months and years, and one by one, every patch of light is covered by it's vines. Too soon, the light is nothing but  memory, memory of better times; melting snow, the sun on your face. The memories are beautiful, like a patchwork quilt, each one different from the last.It is beautiful and yet so distant, the quilt is encased in glass. Impossible to touch, to wind your fingers through, to wrap yourself in the memories. You feel like an outsider

curse poetry

POETRY

horror! oh how pathetic this is

for I am stuck with this cursed poetry

i have been assigned this a-cursed task

a spiteful piece of poetry

for in this piece i must curse and spit

talk about something i despise

oh how i curse this poetry

you can see how i wish it's demise

curse this poetry

let it rot in hell i say

reapers take this poetry

for i wish for it to never see the light day

the crows curse this poetry

well to hell with you is what i say!