Book Review: A Single Shard by Linda Sue Park

by Sarah in Book Reviews, Books

A Single Shard by Linda Sue Park takes place in twelfth century Korea. An orphan boy named Tree-ear lives under a bridge with a kind old man named Crane-Man. Tree-ear loves the pottery that a potter named Min makes, but when Tree-ear accidentally breaks one of Min’s works, he has to work for Min for 9 days. Tree-ear chops wood and scoops clay for the 9 days, and thinks that working for a longer time might be good. He tells Min he doesn’t need to be paid, he just wants to help, but secretly he wants to be taught how to make a pot. The old potter scolds Tree-ear for asking. Telling him that teaching pottery is a father to son thing. One day, a man comes to tell that the Royal Court wishes to see Min’s work. Since Min is too old to travel, Tree-ear is sent. His journey is one to remember. He sees wild foxes, and meets robbers, and something happens that nearly ruins everything. But changes Tree-ear’s life forever.

Book Review: Shen of the Sea, Chinese Stories For Children

by Sarah in Book Reviews, Books, General

Shen of the Sea, Chinese Stories For Children written by Arthur Bowie Chrisman is a good read for those who like China. See how Ah Mee invents printing with jam, and how the little Princess Chin Uor saves the castle from a dragon, or Loong. Even laugh at the story of how Hai Low becomes king,  or the story of Han Hsin, an odd man who invents the kite. These stories were well written and I think that other people would greatly enjoy it.

Book Review: Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKingley, and me, Elizabeth

by Sarah in Book Reviews, Books

Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKingly, and me, Elizabeth by E. L. Kongigsburg is certainly a good read. Elizabeth, a fifth grader who has no friends is an only child who lives in an apartment building with her parents. On Halloween, she meets a strange girl named Jennifer, who tells her she’s a witch. Instantly Elizabeth becomes Jennifer’s apprentice. For months they work on a potion that will make them fly but when the day comes and they start to make it, they argue over the main ingredient. Then their friendship ends. Will they ever be friends again? This is a must read for those who like interesting characters, friendship stories, and really good books.

Book Review: Baby

by Sarah in Book Reviews, Books, General

Baby, a novel by one of my favorite writers Patricia MacLaclan, is a book about a toddler named Sophie who was left in a girl named Larkin’s driveway. She is left with a note from her mother saying that she will come back for Sophie really soon. Larkin’s mother instantly falls in love with Sophie, but her father isn’t as fast. But pretty soon, everyone is captivated by Sophie. And then one day, Sophie’s mother returns. This book is very well written, and is a new favorite of mine. Anyone who likes a good story should read this fun novel.

Review: The Witch of Black Bird Pond

by Sarah in Book Reviews, Books

I have finished the first novel in my challenge. It is called the Witch of Blackbird Pond written by Elizabeth George Speare, a wonderful historical fiction author. In 1687, an Orphan girl named Kit moved to America to live in Puritan Connecticut with her Aunt Rachel and Uncle Matthew. The ways in that part of the world are different than her own and Kit wishes that she could run away. Meeting Hannah Tupper, a suspected witch, makes life much easier, until Hannah goes missing. Now Kit is a suspected witch! This is a fun story and a very well written novel that every Historical Fiction fan must read.

Challenge Announcement

by Sarah in General

I am planning to read 50 books this summer. Every time I read a book a review will appear on this blog. My first review will be here in a few minutes.

48 Hour Reading Challenge-Catherine, Called Birdy

by Sarah in Book Reviews, Books

I have started the 48 Hour Reading Challenge yesterday and completed reading one book today.

I read Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman. The book takes place in Medieval England. It is about a girl named Catherine who hates her life. Her father, who was once a Knight, tries to find men that could marry his daughter. But mixed with her ways of sending suitors running, and his own bad table manners, nobody wants to marry her. Then, at her elder brothers wedding, she meets an ugly old man who has a young son just about Catherine’s age. But he’s not interested in her marrying his son, he wants to marry her himself! This book is funny and very well written. People who love a good historical fiction would find this book wonderful.

 

 

The Worlds Through the Doors Chapter One

by Sarah in General

Chapter One

A Dark, Dark World

It was a rainy day. Lily sat upon the windowsill writing an essay about an exciting moment in her life. A tall stack of crumpled up papers lay at her feet. To Lily’s dismay, nothing exciting ever happened to her. In Lily’s point of view, special things happen to special people, and she was not one. She was the girl that couldn’t do a simple somersault or cartwheel. She couldn’t hang longer than a second on the monkey bars or climb a jungle gym. She only had one friend at Thomas Edison Academy and that was Sammy Wright, who got F’s in almost every class (he was exceptionally good at art).

Sammy had bright blue eyes and freckles all over his peach colored face. His nose was small and straight although his mouth was huge and he talked all the time. His younger sister Miriam says that his mouth is bigger than his brain, and Lily strongly agreed.

Miriam had blonde hair and a small, freckle covered nose like her brother’s. She also had green eyes that gleamed in the sun. Her mouth was smaller than her brother’s, but her voice was louder. You could hear her shout from across the house. I believe that even the largest pair of earmuffs couldn’t block her yelling. She yelled a lot too, Sammy and Miriam argued frequently. Mostly about grades or what clothes Sammy was wearing to school that day. Lily believed that their arguments were nothing but nonsense but the two siblings didn’t seem to care.

Lily crumpled yet another paper. Her brain was in a jam now, and she couldn’t think of anything. She grumpily stared out the window watching the raindrops hit the window when she saw color walking up her driveway. It surprised her at first, but then, the doorbell rang. Lily ran down the stairs into the living room. There were books all over the room, on the couch, shelves, corners, and on top of the coffee table. Her mother collected many books and didn’t always have enough shelf space. The walls were a pale yellow, like the pages of some of the books her mother owned. Her mother bought a new book every week and the room always smelled of fresh new books.

Lily cautiously walked through the room, making sure no piles collapsed. When she stood before the big wooden door, she peered through the peephole, making sure it wasn’t some sillies selling junk. What she saw was Sammy and Miriam stood on the porch holding a peculiar looking shoebox. The two kids looked very impatient so Lily hastily held the door ajar. Miriam looked up at her annoyed.

“May we come in Lily, or must we stand caught in the rain?” Miriam asked in her grown up voice.

“Come in, leave your coats on the rack and come in my room,” Lily answered in a calm tone, hoping that they had an idea for her essay, and wondering what in the world Sammy was going to write about. But the two children didn’t look at all like their playful selves, and Lily wondered what happened that made her two friends look so serious all of a sudden. The two then strode up the stairs slowly, making Lily nervous with their long, drawn out steps. Finally they made it to Lily’s purple bedroom. Miriam sat on the squishy, pillow covered bed, the small box in her lap. Sammy sat on the purple beanbag chair. Lily seated herself on the bed next to Miriam.

“What’s inside that shoebox Miriam?” She asked politely. Miriam looked straight into Lily’s blue eyes.

“Magic,” She said. “The box is full of magic.”

That made Lily laugh. To think that smart old Miriam would come up with something as silly as magic.

You’re kidding, right?” Lily asked, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Since when have I joked around, Lily?” Miriam snapped. “The box has magic inside of it.” Then Sammy stood up and walked towards the girls.

“See?” He said, as he opened the box. Inside, was a shiny piece of stone, glowing red like fire.

“What is this?” Lily asked nervously.

“This is the magic. We have been studying this rock for days,” Miriam told her.

“Don’t touch it,” Sammy explained. “We still don’t know what could happen.”

Lily stared at the rock harder.

“How do you know its magic?”

Miriam dropped a cat’s eye marble on the stone. It vanished in thin air as it touched the red flames.

“I think that it takes whatever touches it somewhere else, but we don’t know where we’d end up,” Miriam sighed.

“I want to try but Miriam says it’s a terrible idea,” Sammy moaned. “I really want to see other places. Maybe I could find a lovely view I could paint. You see, I brought my set so maybe with you here, we could all go and…”

“SAMUEL MARTIN WRIGHT,” Miriam screamed in his face. “HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY IT? WE ARE NOT GOING IN WITHOUT A VERY GOOD REASON TO! WHAT IF IT’S DANGEROUS IN THERE? WHAT IF WE CAN’T GET BACK? YOUR MOUTH IS LARGER THAN YOUR BRAIN AND YOU SHOULDN’T EVEN USE YOUR MOUTH UNLESS YOU TRULY NEED TO, SO JUST STOP TALKING!”

She stopped for breath but before she could say another word, she turned and saw that Lily wasn’t even there. She had touched the stone and had vanished like the marble had.

“Well now,” Sammy said, grinning. “I guess we have to now!”

“Not me, nothing is going to make me do it,” Miriam frowned.

“What about Lily? Don’t you care?”

“Why can’t you just do it? I thought you wanted to go ‘so bad’?”

“Not without you I wouldn’t,” He said sadly. “You’re right, my mouth is bigger than my brain. Without you I couldn’t do anything of the sort. So please come too?”

His sister was very smart, and hearing that, she believed that maybe a quick trip wouldn’t hurt.

“I will go,” She sighed with resignation. Then the siblings reached out and tapped the stone. Despite the fact that the stone was flaming, the surface was icy. The two shut their eyes as they were swept away from the purple room and teleported elsewhere. When the ride ended, they could see nothing but blackness. There was no light in this place. Not even a single light switch to enlighten the room, if it even was a room.

“Lily?”  Cried Miriam. “Lily Andrews?”

“No Lily here,” Said a faint, squeaky voice in the distance.

“Where is she?”

“Well, she isn’t here.”

“I know that, where did she go?”

“I can assure you that she isn’t in this world, but in another. Here, I’ll turn on the lights.”

The room was like a box, which was perfectly square and was full of odd gadgets that weren’t found in their world. The walls, floor, and ceiling were multi-colored and all had a door on it. On each door was a sort of mail slot with strange writing on it.  They figured that this was on another planet, but they couldn’t be so sure. Sammy spotted their cat’s eye marble on the doorknob of one of the doors. He dashed towards it to get it but his wise sister pulled him away. The speaker continued talking.

“Yes, I can assure you Lily is not in Door One, Two, or Three. I believe she went through Door Five,” Said the voice, which was no more than a field mouse. “This is the Entrance to six worlds. There are others like this one found in the other worlds. You live in Door One, also known as Earth. Lily went to Sop, which is Door Five.”

“Sop is a funny name,” Said Sammy, who had just sat up.

“I can assure you that Sop is not funny,” The mouse began to shake with anger. All of its hair shot straight up. “It has a wise and magnificent King, and is home to my brothers and sisters. Sop is a wonderful world where the flowers of life grow, and where the lake of fortune and misfortune are in the middle of the Dark Woods of Peril and Hope, and you must never laugh at its name.”

“Don’t mind my brother,” Miriam said sweetly. “He is known to say dumb things.”

“Now why don’t you and your dumb brother go into Sop, get jumping, that’s the only way to get through that doorway.’

As the children jumped, they miraculously ended up standing on Door Five. Miriam opened the door and the two walked right into the new world. It was a long walk through endless whiteness until Sammy pointed out a trap door in the flooring. Then they fell through the sky and landed with a thump on the top of a tall Birch tree beside a gigantic stone castle which was being guarded by two giant ants.

The Merchant of Venice The Novel Chapter 3

by Sarah in Shakespeare Novels, Stories

It was dark in the alley on that dark night. The garbage cans were stood in a row along the wall and Bassanio had to be careful not to fall on top of one. Mice and rats scattered the hard stone walkway and a spiders web hung in a corner. Bassanio was a very brave man, but this wasn’t the ideal place for a man such as he.

Crash! He turned quickly to his left and saw a hunched figure among three toppled garbage cans. He ran swiftly to see whom it was but the figure leaped up before he could come. The man had messy gray hair all along his head and had a scruffy beard to match. His eyes were black as night and his skin was wrinkled all over. Also, he wore a dirty coat that covered his dirty body. His name was Shylock, the money lender.

“Three thousand ducats, am I right?” He asked looking straight into Bassanio’s ocean blue eyes.

“Yes,” Bassanio whispered. “And for three months.”

Shylock gripped Bassanio’s cape and looked up at him like a hungry child.

“Three months,” Shylock mouthed.

Bassanio quickly drew his cape away from Shylock’s claw-like hands. Then he bravely nodded his head in his agreement.

“And as I have said before, Antonio shall be bound.”

“Antonio bound!” Shylock grinned, his green teeth showing. “Three thousand ducats, three months, Antonio bound!”

“Your answer to that?”

Shylock looked up at him like a lost puppy. Then he jumped up and began to dance.

“Antonio is a good man!”

At those words, Antonio walked towards the two men. He wore his best green feathered hat and had on his nice red coat. He skipped along smiling merrily and stopped beside Bassanio.

“Ahh,” He said, still grinning. “Am I late? Looks like you’ve begun without me!”

“This is Signor Antonio,” Bassanio introduced, gesturing towards his friend who was sitting atop a fallen can. Shylock waved crazily as if he was meeting a new best friend. But inside he was plotting revenge. This man was a Christian, as was Bassanio, but also he had robbed him once before, and he wasn’t going to recieve this favor so easily.

“Ahh,” He cried politely. “Antonio, I hear you wish to borrow three thousand ducats for three months.”

“Yes, that is quite true Shylock sir.”

“Well I cannot do so,” Shylock began. “Unless I am paid something.”

Antonio nodded.

“And if I am not paid in three months,” Shylock continued. “I must take from you a pound of flesh.”

Bassanio grabbed Antonio and pulled him towards the corner where the spiders web stood. He looked fearful.

“Do not do this!” Bassanio cried. “Your life is more important than this three thousand ducats.”

Antonio laughed.

“Do not fear Bassanio,” Antonio smiled. “When my ships return I shall pay him back!”

Shylock sat atop an old crate whistling a tune that Antonio and Bassanio didn’t know.

“Shylock is a very tricky man,” Bassanio told his friend. “Be careful.”

Antonio walked towards Shylock and agreed to the bond. Then he waved as Shylock disappeared into the night. An owl flew in the distance. Antonio could hear it hoot from the long distance. And Antonio could feel nervousness as he thought about his ships not making it to port.

The Merchant of Venice The Novel Chapter 2

by Sarah in Shakespeare Novels, Stories

The sun gleamed like a polished diamond through the large window of Portia’s dressing room. There was a neatly whittled table made from maple wood and a fancy chair beautifully matching it. There was an open wardrobe full of rainbow colored dresses. One even had real gold upon it! Portia herself sat upon a cushioned stool having her brown haired maid tying a ribbon on the back of her green dress.

Portia was a regular angel with her golden locks hanging down upon her perfect round head. Her eyes were like sugar candies and her nose was like a white rose. Her lips were a pale pink that any man would wish to kiss. Her cheeks were soft as velvet and her hands were like those of a porcelain doll.

“Oh Nerissa, my poor little body is tired of this great big world,” Portia moaned helplessly.

Nerissa shook her brown haired head.

“You would be even more tired if you’d had bad luck rather than wealth and good luck. But people with many thing still suffer as much as people with nothing. The best way to keep a good mood  is to sit in between.  When you have too much stuff you get old sooner. The less you have, the younger you stay,” She put in firmly.

“Good sentences and well pronounced!” Portia clapped as a child would if it were given some candy.

“They would be better if lived,” Nerissa muttered under her breath. Portia ignored Nerissa and began speaking loudly and importantly.

“I wish dearly that I could be able to choose my man. Of course my father had to create that useless game!” Portia cried.

“Oh, but it isn’t that…” Nerissa began but was rudely interrupted by Portia’s ranting.

“It is not okay! The chests are always throwing off the men. They always open the gold or silver ones and leave off the chest of lead that has the prize of my marriage. Name all the men that wanted to marry me and I shall tell how I feel of them.”

Nerissa pondered a moment and began braiding Portia’s golden locks.

“What of the Neopolitan Prince?” Nerissa asked her awaiting mistress.

“Oh, Nerissa, all that man ever speaks of is his horse. What woman would want to marry that?” Portia giggled.

Nerissa began to enjoy herself as she gave more names and got more funny descriptions.

“What of the County Palatine?” Nerissa asked, smiling largely.

“He never smiles! You could tell him a merry tale or tell him a funny joke and his lips don’t turn up in the slightest.”

“The French lord, Monsieur le Bon?”

“God made him so at least he is a man. I know that it isn’t nice to make fun of people, but he has a better horse than the Neopolitan and he frowns more than Count Palatine. If I married him than I would have married twenty for he is many men all mixed into one.”

“What of Falconbridge, the baron of England?”

“I can’t even talk with him for he speaks a foreign language, Nerissa. Not French, Latin, or Italian. Although, he does have good looks, but I speak no English.”

Nerissa pulled a little while braiding and Portia let out a high pitched shriek. A fallen bucket sounded and a young maid, no older than fourteen, ran in to see the trouble. Seeing that all was well, she strode out of the room, embarrassed.

“How about the Scottish lord?”Nerissa asked.

“He is rather forgiving, but he isn’t good enough. He let the Englishman slap him on the ear and didn’t slap him back, but he threatened to pay him back later.”

“What of the German, the nephew of the Duke of Saxony?”

“He is awful in the morning and worse in the afternoon when he is drunk. I could do without him.”

The women were silent for a long time. Nerissa was done braiding and was tying on a gold ribbon. Portia looked out at the window and listened to the mocking bird that sang in the distance. It was cooing like a pigeon. All was then silent and peaceful. Then a servant with raven black hair ran in. His eyes were full of excitement.

“The prince of Morocco will be here tonight!” He cried.

Nerissa and Portia stared at each other.

“Another suitor!” Portia cried in both delight and dismay. Then she was lead downstairs by the black haired servant with Nerissa obediently at her side. The mocking bird had left, and the sun was slowly setting in the distance.