Northanger Abbey (Jane Austen) – Journal Entry

“No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be an heroine” (page 22). As the opening of Northanger Abbey, the narrator introduces Catherine Morland as the protagonist and begins taking the reader on the heroine’s riveting, labyrinthine and mysterious journey of life. I have chosen this quotation because the openings and endings of novels are usually the lines that convey significant meanings and spark questions in the reader’s mind. In which the significance of this opening is to present the reader to the protagonist of the novel and arouse interest in the reader’s heart. After reading the opening, some readers might commence to contemplate about the real identity of Catherine, for instance why would anyone who had never seen Catherine in her early years suppose her to be an heroine, and what incidents of her infancy prevented Catherine from becoming an heroine at an early stage.

By referring Catherine as a heroine, the author – Jane Austen – compels the reader to perceive that Northanger Abbey is merely a novel with fictitious plots and characters. Moreover, Northanger Abbey declares its own identity as a novel, mainly because the affectionate Catherine views herself as the heroine in a novel. From this quotation onwards, the narrator builds upon the contrast between how the flawless life of a fictional heroine should be like and how things actually are for the imperfect Catherine. This leads further on to Catherine’s realisation of the dangers of believing life is the same as fiction, as well as the fact that things are not what they seem at first.

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DEAR: The Girl who Played with Fire

Only Stieg Larsson would be able to craft the compelling masterpiece know as “The Girl who Played with Fire”.  The crime and mystery thriller that built suspense with each page, woven with delicately placed details mixed with intricately written dialogue left me wanting for more. Good thing it’s the second book in a trilogy.  To put it frankly, the books good. Very good. Excellent in fact, to the point where it actually has been made into  a movie. The suspense is what hooked me on, and the eventual unraveling of all the answers  to the seemingly endless conspiracy was enough satisfaction to enjoy the masterpiece.

The story follows two protagonists, Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salander after their recent return from a rather intense adventure. Blomkvist, a devilishly handsome investigative journalist working for the monthly  magazine Millennium, nearing his half – century age, with military experience. Salander is 27 and deemed ‘socially incompetent’, but not without a particular set of skills, including a photographic memory, exceptional computer hacking skills, and a calm demeanor that betrays any emotion she feels. Blomkvist is propelled into the world of international publicity after exposing a corrupt businessman, while Salander is trying to avoid all human contact and trying to live her life in peace. The world as they knew soon disappeared in a chaotic string of events, which involves a murder with all evidence pointing to Salander as prime suspect. Convinced of her innocence, Blomkvist battles against reporters, the police, and stirs up a long buried government secret, which may lie deep within Salander’s troubled past.

I personally enjoyed the book very much, despite the odd scene of methodically detailed murder. It was a fantastic read in my opinion, but it may not be suitable for everyone, as it touches on very sensitive topics. As I said before, there is the occasional death which Larsson exploits to full potential and leaves a scarred image for those who read it. So as a whole, it’s an interesting book with many subjects within, but more catered to the ‘mature’, so people who don’t particularly like murder mysteries or conspiracies should steer clear away.

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Dear: Inferno

I’ve been reading ‘Inferno’ by Dan Brown recently. It is about Robert Langdon, a professor of symbology, trying to find out what happened during the days when he was blacked out; at the same time, uncovering the truths to a secret plan on reducing human population. This book includes not only italian history from the 1500s, also relates them to concerns the world is facing now, e.g. over population.  The link between the two seemingly unrelated things is ‘Inferno’, or in other word, ‘hell’. Botticelli’s  painting of hell is based on Dante’s description. It is the first image of hell the world had ever seen. To the part i left  off, Professor Langdon followed the clues left on an altered version of Botticelli’s painting, ended up finding a unique painting of a scull, supposedly looking through the eye of death.

“Langdon’s crashing headache had suddenly returned, and yet for the first time since waking up in a strange hospital, he felt a piece o the puzzle tumble into place. His grim hallucinations obviously had been stirred by seeing this famous painting.”

This is  a description when Professor Langdon saw Botticelli’s painting of hell. It’s amazing how even though there isn’t a single word used to describe the painting of hell, it still gives reader a gruesome feeling and notice the faint existence of demons.


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DEAR journal – If I Stay

I have just finished the book If I Stay by Gayle Forman. It is actually quite a short book compared to everything else I read but it is great. If I Stay in the first book of two with a sequel Where She Went. I really enjoyed the book as it fiction but isn’t anything abnormal… well not exactly. It sure does have some mystery and something a little abnormal but that’s what makes it such a good book, its normal but not quite.

If I Stay is about a teenager who has to deal with difficult choices and life changing events. Of course a story like this is nothing without the feisty best friend or the rock but gentle boyfriend. I think people who like a little romance but something funny as well would enjoy this book. It is full of surprises and mystery so if you like that then this is the book for you. If you are looking for something a little more surreal and with a lot of action than I would definitely not recommend this book. This book is all about the choice: to stay or not to stay. Readers who love Percy Jackson or Harry Potter may enjoy this book as it is very divergent but I wouldn’t recommend it if you love something I like.

I really enjoyed the book because I love romance and comedy so it’s a 2 in 1 book. Mysteries are something I also love reading about a lot so this book really fit in with me. I’m also looking forward to reading the second book as the story is not finished quite yet. In the end we don’t know what choice the main character made and that’s what bothers me. I also hated the fact that it was so short however challenging it may have been.

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DEAR Journal Entry – Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984)

Written by George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984) is one of the most intriguing yet appalling novels I have ever came upon. The novel depicts a dystopian society where every single action of its citizens is being monitored through the use of technology, even their conversations are secretly recorded, unknowingly. Daunting posters of the ruling Party’s seemingly omniscient leader – a figure known as Big Brother – are found everywhere, and often followed with the slogan “BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU”. The official slogans of the party are associated with the indoctrination of its citizens, which they are: “War is peace”, “freedom is slavery” and “ignorance is strength”. The party has complete authority over every aspect in the community where the protagonist lives, including the ability to rewrite history and prevent political rebellion by implementing an invented language known as ‘Newspeak’.

I personally enjoyed reading the novel and picturing the nightmarish imaginary society presented within the book, despite having to encounter certain parts that were utterly disturbing, for instance the part when the protagonist is encaged with countless, filthy rodents. This novel has given me an insight into a completely contrasting society to the one that we are currently living in and the menacing impacts totalitarianism and psychological manipulation can have on a community. Readers who take pleasure in reading dystopian novels, thrillers, classics or science-fictions might find Nineteen Eighty-Four compelling, since it creates a strong sense of imagery. Whereas readers who enjoy reading non-fictions, fantasies or autobiographies might find the novel petrifying and disturbing.

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“Breaking Dawn” – Stephanie Meyer

Breaking Dawn fits into the genre paranormal romance and young adult fiction. This is the fourth book in the Twilight Saga. The book is divided into three parts from two different narrators. The first part from Bella’s point of view, where she gets married and goes on her honeymoon with her new husband, Edward. Soon, Bella finds out that she is pregnant with a half human, half vampire child. They get in contact with Carlisle, who confirms she is pregnant. But the baby is growing ant an unnaturally accelerated rate. Part two is from Jacob’s point of view, Bella’s werewolf best friend. In this part, Jacob witnesses Bella’s pregnancy condition, which makes her extremely sick. She’s at the point of death in this part of the book. The third section is from Bella’s pointer of view… but her body had to change in order for her to survive… Bella describes her painful transformation and finds herself changed into a vampire. She’s enjoying her new life and her special abilities with her newborn baby, but a tragic event is about to occur in the future…. you’ll just have to read the rest of the book to find out.

I personally find that the last book in the Twilight Saga in the best of the four books because more exiting and event occur and things happen that are quite unexpected. The their section of the book really describes how Bella has changed from what she was before – a pawn – into a strong queen, hence the book cover.  I thought the book cover was really creative and fits with the book really well. At first, I wasn’t sure why the author had chased that cover, but once you get to read the book, the answers are in-between the lines. I loved this book, probably one of the best books I have ever read.

I would recommend this book to anyone who likes paranormal or vampires stories of romance. Readers who like more utopian fiction wouldn’t really enjoy this book s much.

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‘The Clod and The Pebble’ – William Blake

Hello. We were studying ‘The Clod and the Pebble’ by William Blake.

We wanted to know why Blake wanted such a tight rhyme scheme. For example in verse 2 line 6, he changed nature by saying cattle’s feet instead of cattle’s hooves.


Thank you.


– Ms. Holden’s IGCSE class

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DEAR Journal – Looking for Alaska

I am currently reading Looking for Alaska by John Green. The book is narrated from Miles Halter’s point of view, the main character. Miles sets out on a quest to find his “Great Perhaps”. Deciding that he isn’t going to find it in Florida, he makes the decision to leave his family and attend Culver Creek Boarding School, in Alabama. There Miles finds his nickname Pudge, a prank master as a roommate and a girl named Alaska Young. A different, unique and mysterious girl. She’s wonderful, terrible all together, yet falling apart and Miles can’t help but fall for her. Before Culver Creek everything was boring and tedious but that was before Alaska. Culver creek Boarding School is where it all started

“Such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, ‘Y’all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.’ “

This quote starts with Miles’s narrating then Alaska starts to speak. I chose this quote because i think it fits in really well with the rest of the story. Alaska is meticulous so she knows what to say at the right time. There’s no need to question her because everyone knows how mysterious she is. I love characters that have two personalities and are unexplainable, they bring a joyful and yet different aura that makes the reader feel excited in a way. I also love Miles’s description of Alaska right before the quote, how he referred to her smile as a simile and the words he used to describe her face & the way she looks. This quote really affects the book because it makes Miles not only question her a lot but also want to learn more and more about her. I love how in this whole book nothing is really cliché, this quote certainly isn’t which is what I like most about it. Alaska has a difficult ending ahead of her which makes me wonder if she’s foreshadowing about her future. I just really enjoy this quote in general and how it really affects reader’s preconceptions about Alaska and her life.

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Dear Journal – Breaking Dawn

Braking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer is the fourth and final noel in the Twilight series. The book talks about a vampire, Edward Cullen, who has fallen in love with Bella Swan, a normal human. They get married, go on their honeymoon and end up having a child. To understand this quote, a little both of background information on the characters is needed. Charlie and Renée are Bella’s birth parents but they got divorced when Bella was a child. Renée remarried and her new husband is Phil.

” The las image i registered was one of my parents. Phil had both arms wrapped tenderly around Renée. She had one arm tight around his waist hut her free hand reached out to hold Charlie’s. So many different kinds of love, harmonious in this one moment. it seemed a very hopeful picture to me. “

I like this quote because it talks about how two different kinds of love can cooperate without a fault. Renée used to love Charlie, now she still does, but in a different way. Normally, in this kind of situation in the real world, husbands get jealous and don’t let their wives talk or even see their former husbands. But not in this case. Here we see a bond between divorced families and new families, and a bond between two different kinds of love.

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Matched by Ally Condie

I am presently reading a book called Matched by Ally Condie. Matched is a very interesting book. This book is about a girl who is living her life and waiting to be matched. Matched with her soon to be perfect other half. This quote is set on a banquet on her very special night were she finds the perfect boy for her which society chooses. They receive a micro chip card which contains information about the boy who they are going to spend the rest of their life with.

“A girl in a green dress stands waiting, her heart pounding. Me. the screen is dark. That can only mean one thing.” Loc 159

This quote is important because while she in this banquet on her special night she stands up to be matched but the screen is dark and no face appears like when other girls stood up to know their match. Everyone starts looking at her and she feels very uncomfortable. She is scared of what will happen next or if anything would happen. She knows that something is obviously wrong.

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Personal Response; Identity Papers

When I read Identity papers by James Hsu, it made me think about the different stereotypes and racist comments that people make and say to other people. Once you make this comment and tell it to different generations, this racism and un-called for stereotypes will become a habit then other people will start to believe what they’ve been told.


The article made me think about what if the person who offered to swap the money actually did exchange the cash instead of stealing it, would the story that James Hsu was told ever exist? Would the stereotype “Mainland Chinese are thieves” exist?


The story told to James Hsu starts with his Aunts went on a trip to mainland china and they needed to exchange the money they had into the currency in China. A man aged about 30 offered to help them but what they didn’t know was he was a thief.

James Hsu was told that their situation that they were in could have went worse because how once a bunch of pirates robbed a group of tourists and killed them afterwards, threw them into the sea to let them rot.


He moved away from Taiwan to Canada at an early age of 7 and he considered himself Canadian over Taiwanese. Many citizens of china tried to escape away from China to reach Canada. Hsu gave this people a nick name “FOB” which is an acronym for Fresh of the boat.


As a child, James Hsu would have had that idea that mainland Chinese were thieves. This is all because of that one man, if he didn’t steal the money, that whole family tree would think different about the mainland Chinese. Throughout his life he was racist to chines, about their “Slanted eyes” how there was “serial murders” and even tanks.


When he decided to move to Beijing as an adult, to start his career. He always wanted to believe that the incident with his Aunts did not happen. An action can change an individuals’ opinion on an object or someone.


Identity Papers is generally about the perspectives that you have on someone or something through the stories told by James’s mother told by her sister. Its also about a perspective of a Country from another countries opinion.

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James Hsu’s Identity Papers

Hsu mentions that he held both strong positive and strong negative stereotypes about Chinese people. This is strange until he explains that he bad-mouths the Chinese to rebel against his mother. “Part of why I did it [bad-mouth segments of Chinese people], I’m sure, was just to piss off my mom. I was living out a kind of delayed teenage rebellion.” (P3, S2) He held some of the beliefs (positive and negative) because he was partially Canadian, and Canada has a different system of government than mainland China does.

He also held some of the positive stereotypes because, in some schools of thought, Taiwan is still part of China and therefore he may be Chinese. “But at the same time, I would passionately defend the entirety of Chinese culture from non-Chinese. How dare the white kids talk about slanty-eyed people or the chinks, I thought.” (P3, S2) This is an example of Hsu defending the Chinese.

Hsu compares himself to children, because he and young children both do not feel ashamed about using labels. “I felt the need to label other people – fob or banana, Honger or Twonger. It was the slang of the day, and I didn’t think too hard about it. It’s like how kids today use words like faggot and tranny without really meaning to, in the arrogance and ignorance of youth.”

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Identity Papers – James Hsu

Identity Papers by James Hsu can be interpreted in many ways. The first time I read it I thought about how people can have different perspectives of the same thing after different ages. This piece of writing is like this because the writer, Hsu, changes his opinion many times as his age progresses. After reading the writing a second time I also saw how a single act of kindness can change someone’s opinion about something or someone. In this case, a lowdown act of stealing money from unknowing tourists and how it changed how a whole family thinks about entire mainland China. People’s perspectives can change on a small scale at a personal level or grow to a local or maybe even global belief.


Hsu’s begins with the story about how his Taiwanese aunts were on a trip to mainland China and met a man offering to exchange their Taiwanese dollars to Chinese Yuan. They took out their money and the ‘makeshift moneychanger snatched the bills from my poor aunt’s hands and gunned for a nearby alley.’ You can see how this would alter someone’s opinion about the Chinese if they didn’t know anything about them. His mother told him another story about how a Taiwanese tour boat was attacked by pirates, which robbed the tourists of their possessions, killed them and threw their bodies into the water. This happened when Hsu was younger so he still had a confused opinion, like any young person. These stories caused Hsu to grow up with this mental image that mainland Chinese were malicious and/or dishonorable people.


Growing up with this image continued to alter his perspective on the Chinese. In his teen years he learned about different communist leaders at school, including Mao. He stated, ‘how dumb was communism?’ Hsu had moved from Taiwan to Canada at the age of seven so he considered himself more Canadian than Taiwanese. Soon after he learns about June 4th, 1989, the day of the Tiananmen Square protest. This only fuels his dislike towards the Chinese.


There were often Chinese citizens attempting to “escape” China, making their way to Canada. Hsu said he used to call them ‘fobs – fresh off the boat’, a derogatory name for new coming Chinese. After learning all these grim tales, Hsu expected them to be ‘hicks with tattered clothes.’ Therefore he was surprised when they were ‘well-dressed, polite and normal.’ I personally thought that this might have changed his opinion about the Chinese but I was wrong.


Later on in Hsu’s life, he began to become a true racist against the Chinese. He would tell his mother crazy news ‘about serial murders, or the tanks, or how small Taiwan’s economy was.’ His mother would try to undo his mental image of China and Taiwan that she had planted in his head so many years ago. He couldn’t believe white kids talking about Asians as ‘slanty-eyed people or the chinks’ even though he was being just a racist about the Chinese.


When Hsu was an adult he ended up moving to Bejing attempting to find a ‘new beginning’ to his ‘life and career.’ Even after all his hatred towards mainland China, he moved there. However, he still slightly ‘cynical about many things’ but he tried to view them from a different perspective. Somehow he wants himself to believe that if that moneychanger had never robbed his aunt that his perspective would be completely different than it was.


Every action can affect someone’s opinion can change their opinion/perspective about something or someone. In Hsu’s case, a small, malicious act on someone close to him started a spark of hatred towards Chinese that followed him for his whole life. The Tiananmen Square event of 1989 also affected his opinion however it affected hundreds of millions of other’s opinions as well on a global scale. Some actions can affect people at a personal level, like Hsu and the moneychanger incident, at a regional scale, such as the pirates attacking the tour boat, or, finally, at a global scale, such as Tiananmen Square.



Identity Papers is overall about different perspectives over a single country and their people from a single person. There are millions of different opinions on every topic in the world, China being one of the more debatable ones. Hsu becomes less and less fond of the mainland Chinese throughout this piece of writing but comes to a final realization at the end of the text that he is Chinese and they all ‘have got to stick together.’ As you know, opinions can change from a single event all around the world or can simply affect you.



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Descriptive writing

Descriptive writing

The wind rustling through the trees with their long dark brown arms brushing the leaves of the others members of the slowly growing forest surrounding the near by field.  Their arms stretching for each other hands and never letting go. they stand so close they grow into one. their hands clasping and growing green together. The newly grown, persimmon fruits emerge from the dense foliage. Reaching out to take the suns warmth enriching their saturation of colour.

The air so crisp and clear you could see miles across the open fields. The crops on the farmland are growing at a vast pace and the flowers are reflecting the glory of the day, almost every one standing proud no matter their size. Every single sun flower following the sun as the day passes with their heads searching for the light. As the light shines on to the fields everything starts to sparkle and looks like a perfect summer day.

Occasionally if the moment allows you, you may glimpse the sleek brown coated hare bound across the pathways trying to escape the dangers know only to him. More rarely, the hushed sound of the bird of pray majestic in his feathered beauty. Appears as if from nowhere. With an evil intention he swoops and slays his prey back toward the canopy of trees.

A minor wind blowing across the braches disturbing the peaceful birds who then spread their chromatic and vibrant coloured wings gracefully and to fly to the next immense bare looking shrubs which smell like pine trees to find safety in them once more. The wind makes the trees arms tangle up like long willow trees hang in spring time over the teal water.

The bikes passing by in the remaining shimmering puddles giving off sight splashes as they drive through them. She looks in them looking at her own reflection little children chuckling as they biking along the grey lifeless pathways. The children with exited but fragile smiles wearing colourful shirts and pants stoping to playing with little ants or rolly poly’s until it curles up into a perfectly spherical orbid rolls

Grey, dull stones on the pavement representing the wall which used to stand here. People remember the bad things that happened here. The empty wall standing was so terrifying cutting everyone off but now the field are peaceful.

As the sun comes up every morning it peaks through the trees and displays shadows on the ground; the image so captivating to gets stuck in your mind and you can never forget you have been here. The summer air heating up her pale skin, making her feel warm inside. Looking up in the piercing sun coming up above the hills

As the day goes by and the puffy white clouds move across the sky the air gets cooler and evening comes by. Ravens flying across the upper blue atmosphere which is slowly turning pink as the sun starts to set. As the day turn to night the sun sets along the skyline going lower and lower as the bright yellow sun turns into a dark red and the moon shows its face giving of light like a fireflies at night. Uncountable stars to calculate when she looks up into the stunning and fascinating deep blue almost black night.

At autumn everything looks different than it would in a normal summer day. Green, brown leaves fall on these pavements that people walk everyday. As you walk over the leaves they crunch together making the perfect sound like eating a chip. The trees look pale and empty as all the leaves slowly fall off. She can only see the branches hanging on a trunk not looking like a complete tree. The air is cooler and dryer than normal making it feels crispy and chilly in the evening.

The winter holidays are the nicest to go on these fields. Snow is covering the small flowers on the side of the pathways. A layer of frost lays shallowly across the fields. She sits on a brown sleigh on top of a hill looking down on the tree tops which have a layer of white snow like a coat keeping it warm at nigh.

All flowers start blooming by the time it comes to spring. Layers of new leaves hang on the trees and the green grass. weeds starting to grow on the little walkways which got tramped down.

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The Bar Code Prophecy – Suzanne Weyn

The The Bar Code Prophecy is a dystopian book set in the future where everyone has a small barcode tattooed somewhere visible on their body, hence the name. It is the third book in a trilogy called Barcode. Every barcode is different for each person and has their personal information on it. They can use it as a credit card as well.

It starts as the main character, Grace Morrow, comes home only to find her adoptive parents missing and her house surrounded by a group of police called Global 1, the company in charge of the barcode tattoos. She is saved from the cops from a guy named Eric from the climbing wall she would go to. Soon after you find out about things called nano-bots that were injected into anyone that got the barcode tattoo but were shut down because they could kill people with a single flip of a switch.

This is why a, anti-barcode tattoo organization called Decode is working against Global 1. As it turns out, Eric works with Decode and helps Grace. The story progresses and you begin to find out about a Hopi legend about the end of the world starting with the barcodes.

I would say that compared to the first two books in the trilogy, this book is sort of disappointing but it’s still a good book. I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys sci-fi and dystopian fiction.

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Dear journal – perfect people

The book i’m reading now is called ‘perfect people’. It is about a married couple who close their 4 year-old child to a rare genetic disorder. They desperately wanted another kid but when they found out they both carried genetic disorders (meaning that their next child has a high chance of having the same disorder) they were devastated. They then heard about a geneticist doctor who can help them solve their issue. At first all they thought he would help do was separate their genetic disorders so they have another child who would be perfectly fine but it turned out that that wasn’t the only thing the doctor could do. The doctor would be able to help create someone who would be classified as a ‘perfect person’ to the couple. The couple would be able to choice the eye colour of the child, sporting abilities, his/her personality. They could literally design their own child. But something this insane would of course come with worst side effects…

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Descriptive writing- manly beach

As I make my way down the familiar road, the sun dips low on the distant horizon, its light turns the sky into beautiful shades of red and orange. This place is my getaway. The gleaming white manly beach seems to stretch on endlessly, the massive expanse of Cerulean water is all I could see ahead. Exquisite seashells washed onto the sand, like jewel of the coast; seagulls flying off into the sunset at the last rays of the sun, leaving their footprints behind; hatched baby turtles waddle out to the sea, an adventurous journey awaits them. Little kids building their sand castle or frolicking in the ocean, with happy smiles on their faces. Manly has waves like no other. Brilliant, fierce, yet unpredictably dangerous. Still surfers are catching unbelievable waves and barrels. Swimmers that are so far out in the ocean, only a small shadow of them could be seen. Sometimes I wonder how they managed to get back. Even further out, Sail boats cruising against the relentless waves, exploring the deep ocean. A road lies between the beach and some coffee shops. On the road, few skaters, cyclists, drivers and workers, all hurrying to the beach.

Soon, stars begin to appear behind the veil of cloud. The sky is dark navy, like in the painting ‘Starry Starry Night’. It is almost silent, noises of rising tidal waves crashing into the cliff like a furious beast, and faint guitar from busking, seemingly accompanying the musicians of nature. Street lights are switched on, adding colors to the lonely darkness. The humid summer breeze leaving salty scent of the ocean everywhere it goes.

During summer, almost everyone’s at the beach. Because it’s holiday season for Christmas, people want to relax and have some fun. The beach sometimes is so packed, it’s hard to spot sand on the beach. Lots tourists pay a visit, not that there is any site seeing to do, but to experience the different life style. Some laying on the beach, as the blistering sun shine on them; some taking photos of the ever changing ocean. Even the beach gets decorated for Christmas. Santa wearing board shorts and flip-flops, kangaroos pulling the slate instead of reindeers. There would be an enormous Christmas tree placed right next to the life guards’ cabin, full of ornaments shaped like surfing Santa and mini seagulls. I still remember, my dream was to become a lifeguard at manly beach, because they can stay on the beach all day long and would always paddle far out in the ocean, at the time this kind of life seemed like paradise.

In spring, manly beach would oftentimes host the Australian open of surf. People from all over the world gather here to watch professionals compete and catch waves that seem impossible and breathtaking. Huge billboards are set up to show the updates and newest ranking of the heat. Gear hiring places are lined up with countless people, waiting impatiently and thrilled to surf. Although majority would find surfing as easy as standing on a concrete road, there are exceptions. I’ve seen dozens of people falling into the water countless times, but still manage to climb back and try again, after a few hours, eventually being able to stand up and surf perfectly.

Winter is the season of emptiness, just howling wind and swells, transforming the beach from heaven to hell. Despite the harsh weather, no matter if it is a storm or the ice cold water, there are always risk takers out in the water. Visitors come by the beach, usually sitting by the stairs, watching the monstrous grey water picking up grains and dragging them out to the unknown of the ocean, while a group of seagull squeaks around, staring with their little eyes at the food tourists are holding. I have learnt not to feed birds after an incident: once I was giving bread to seagulls, but when I ran out of food, those little birds followed me around annoyingly for almost an entire afternoon, demanding for more to eat. Locals like to go to ‘ribs and rumps’ across the beach, and spend their afternoon chatting or watching sports.

I have been to manly beach more times than I could remember, but it never gets boring. There is always something cool happening or different from the last time. Its priceless natural beauty is indescribable unless you have been there to see for yourself.

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Descriptive writing – the beach

Columns of white clouds tinted with orange and pink stripes complimented the sky as the twilight set in; the light shone from the low hung sun and reflected off the calm, wavering, cerulean, water that gently caressed the soft golden sand. Fifty different shades of brown little pebbles were scattered unevenly across the drenched ground, making the golden shine of the sand even more noticeable. Slowly but steadily, two dark silhouettes appeared on the untouched landscape, followed by two sets of different sized footprints. Hand in hand, the aged couple gradually made their way towards the fragile yet sturdy rock placed at the furthest corner of the beach that came to be known as theirs. Repeating the same movement they had done everyday for decades, they comfortably sat down on the smooth, glittering surface the rock had offered. Just like a fairly-tale ending, together, the couple sat with their old, wrinkled hands intertwined, unconsciously staring at the endless beauty of the mysterious, smoothening waves created by the light whistling wind.

Laughter of a young enthusiastic child filled the air on the right of the passionate couple. Without a care in the world, the brunette with long silky hair ran energetically towards the crystal clear substance, squealing as the ice-cold liquid rushed over her stubby little feet. Swiftly, two large hands engulfed the oblivious girl causing another round of laughter to be heard, like music to ones ear. Once the laughter faded away, a small lingering smile could be seen on the innocent girl who started to fumble around in the safe arms of her father. Carefully, like placing diamond on glass, the man set the precious angel back onto her feet. Slightly tilting her head upwards, the girl with sparkling, crystal blue eyes stared at her very own version of superman, silently asking him to join her in discovering the undiscovered. Without another word to be heard, the father and daughter ran as one towards the big orange orb of burning gas as it melted into the water, signifying the end of the day.

A tiny, ruby red crab haltingly made its way around the golden sand, looking for a safe place to stay until the wild brunette and well-defined man leave its territory. Each time the clear liquid washed over the naïve crab, it would stiffen as if the unknown substance would suddenly swallow it as a whole. Standing its ground, the fearless crab battled against the animalistic waves, clipping and clapping its claws furiously; however, no matter how many times the crab snaps its claws, no damage could be seen on its enemy.

Like an overprotective parent, the moonlight glares down on the irresponsible teenagers sat around the blazing fire that is locked inside a wooden cage. Under the watch of the disappointed moon, girls and boys who would be considered underage by law drank from the brown glass tube. Talking and laughing, the reckless teenagers all stood as the unsupervised, celebration for nothing started. The overconfident boy moved from his place next to the warmth of the untamed bonfire to adjust the volume of the inappropriate music. As he spotted a shy unmoving girl with angelic features, he slowly pulled up the right side of his lip, fluently making a beeline for where she was stood. With wide humble eyes, the blond goddess with pink tinted cheeks look up and gasped. Using her hair to hide her beauty, she stuttered as she tried to make conversation. However, the boy, blinded by the beauty in front of him, was unaware of how embarrassed the girl was. Desperate to see the girl in more depth, gently, he tucked the blond stings behind her ear. Granting him his wish, the girl on cloud nine flashed him a blinding smile.

The night stars shone like diamonds in the sky, creating a truly breath-taking scenery. Under the wish filled sky, the aged couple steadily made their back into their old cozy cabin, calling it the end of yet another wondrous day. The sound of soft constant breathing replaced the cheerful laughter of the young oblivious girl. The man held the sleeping angel in his arms, taking her back to the safety of their home. Not missing a single beat, the miniature crab crawled back onto his territory reclaiming it as his. Nearing midnight, the irresponsible teenagers started separating, each having a different destination. As the dazzling light from the bonfire faded away, only objects shone on by the moonlight could be seen. The sound of waves moving back and forth was all that could be heard. Just like nothing has ever happened, the beach returned to its natural form; untouched, just waiting for memories to be made.

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The Belgariad – Queen of Sorcery

I have just finished reading the Queen of Sorcery by David Eddings which is the second book in the series named Belgariad. It has a mix of genres from romance, to adventure, to coming of age. This book is more difficult to read compared to modern fiction even though it is not long. One reason for this is that the writer leaves holes which you must fill in as well as a great memory because the names and plots in this book are really confusing even if you read it more then once that is because the names and attributes attached to those names are similar with multiple histories inside the book. I would recommend this book for someone looking for a book more challenging then Percy Jackson or other books in that genre but not extremely long that the series is boring. I would not recommend this book to people who like to dive right into the action but take their time as the beginning quarter of the first book, near to nothing interesting happens as well I would not recommend this book to people who want an easy read.

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the lost horizon dear post 2

i have recently finished the book i was reading which is ‘the lost horizon’.the second half of the book is about the group of people great escape and how 2 of them escape the valley and go back to their  normal lives.It ends with quite a cliff hanger making it intriguing and a possible chance of a sequal.the book finishes with “”do you think he will ever find it?”is asked”,the book ends with a question which makes the reader  always question and want a sequel. this makes the book finish on a bit of a cliff hanger which i believe makes the ending more exciting

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Descriptive writing

The sand stretched away to my left, marked with the footprints of many men and women. The waves crashed against the shore, hiding a hard reef below. There was a constant sound of water, similar to that of a waterfall, but there was no waterfall. My parents’ encouragement to go out to sea more was not enough at first, but I soon got used to how high the waves were and ventured into deeper and deeper water. I could never get the hang of surfing, so I stuck to swimming. There were dolphins or sharks or something on the horizon in the water, but they never came close. I’m getting side-tracked again, right? Oh, well.

After returning from the freezing-cold water with its unpredictable waves, I picked up the towel to dry myself. It had been lying in the sun, and it was now comfortably warm and dry. The feel of the towel on my skin was a refreshing change from the water. Afterwards, my family and I went to a fish-and-chip shop for a meal. We sat down at a nearby public table and started eating. The seagulls seemed to be hungry as well, and tried to eat the fish and chips out of our hands. I tried to lead them away by pretending to throw food into the distance, but it didn’t work. The seagulls just came closer.

My brother and I just wanted to go home after the seagull “attack”, so we did. We read books and played on the computer, sometimes glancing out the window at the sea, sand and reef. I could still hear the faint crashing of the waves, but mostly I paid no attention to them. Our mum called us to the table, saying that lunch was served. She had cooked out favourite meal: macaroni cheese. I could make out the delicious smell from across the room, and I thought my brother could as well. We sat down at the table and ate. We watched people fall on their surfboards through the window, and laughed at them together.

For the next four hours or so, we relaxed at home and I did my homework. The sun was setting, shining beautiful colours through the clouds. We watched in awe until Dad said it was time to go fishing. It was fun, and as I later learned, very profitable. Unfortunately, most days we only caught one edible fish, which was quite disappointing. However, when we did catch a fish, we ate it for dinner. All the fish I caught and brought home were tasty, but most of the ones I caught were too small to eat, so we threw them back into the water. Dad gutted the fish which made blood and guts go everywhere.

I felt a bit sick after the fish-guts experience so I decided to take a break in my room. The world spun before my eyes. I had a short rest and felt much more alert afterwards. I walked to dinner, and tried not to remember what else was inside the fish besides edible meat. The fish was fried beautifully and was a beautiful golden-brown. It was served with cauliflower and a crisp green salad. I sat down at the table and started shovelling food in my mouth, forgetting to check for bones in the fish. This was a big mistake. The fish bone felt like a needle, and was very annoying to say the least.

I managed to clear the fish bone after dinner, with a large amount of water. From then on, I learned to be very careful when eating fish, and that event is why I don’t like fish now. After dinner, my brother and I went out for ice cream together. This would normally be a strange thing to do in winter, except that the climate in Australia is always warm and dry. My ice cream was almost the size of my brother’s head, and it took me over ten minutes to finish. I went home and was so jumpy from the ice cream that I couldn’t sleep until midnight. In the morning, I was very tired.

I like how every paragraph in this description is exactly one hundred and fifteen words long, except for this one, which has thirty-two words and one hundred and seventy-four characters (excluding spaces.)

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Inferno By Dan Brown

Inferno, Written by the author who brought us the Da Vinci code(Dan Brown), is what i believe to be a great book bringing Dantes visionary sight of hell into a world of where a transhumanist organization run by the billionaire and top scientist Zobrist who’s goal is to create a epidemic or plague which will lower the world population significantly so we don’t extinct ourselves by not having enough to support the shear amount, he plans to eradicate 1/3 to be exact of the worlds population. However, the World health organization or the WHO are trying to stop his efforts run by dr. sinskey, recruit a university professor Robert Langdon who specializes in the works of Dante to decrypt the codes and messages Zobrist left behind for them to find the location of where his plague will be released. Robert Langdon escapes a near death from an assassin who worked with Zobrist with the help of a Young woman named Sienna who’s intellect is un-challenged.

Harvard University professor Robert Langdon wakes up in a hospital with a head wound and no memory of the last few days. His last memory is walking on the Harvard campus, but he quickly realizes that he is now in Florence. Sienna Brooks, one of the doctors tending to him, tells him he suffered a concussion from being grazed by a bullet and had stumbled into the emergency ward. Suddenly, Vayentha, a female assassin who has been following Robert, breaks into the hospital, shoots the doctor in charge of Robert’s care, and approaches Robert’s room. Sienna grabs Robert and they flee to her apartment. Pg 1 of chapter 1.

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The Redeemer – Jo Nesbo

“She was fourteen years old and sure that if she shut her eyes tight and concentrated she could see the stars through the roof.” This is the intriguing opening line of the book I have just started. I love this quote because it is so unorthodox and it makes you want to carry on reading the book. The book itself was written by Jo Nesbo, in Norwegian and so has been translated, as a result there are some phrases that I have encountered that I do not fully understand. Although, at the moment, the pages are turning quite fast due to an action packed storyline and a totally unique writing style. From what I have read so far, I would say that this plot could be compared to a james Patterson novel.

Another quote I enjoyed reading was: “The black room gaped open.” This quote is taken from page 4 in a particularly tense seen that will definitely get your heart rate up. The black room is an outdoor toilelt, in which the girl isn’t sure if someone is in there or not, Nesbo then carries on to pile up the suspense until when she opens the door to the toilet and someone comes at her with a knife. This moment was especially exciting because I actually thought that nothing exciting would happen right at the start of a book.

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Descriptive Writing – Starlite Campground

Sounds of crunching gravel filled the car as it pulled up into the winding driveway. A neon sign labeled ‘Starlite’ illuminated the path with a plethora of color. As the vehicle continued its journey, it passed many vintage campers lined with bright hues as well as large, coffee colored trailers looming above the beaten path below. Small fires lined the road giving off a smoky aroma, adding to the crisp, fresh scent of pine and vanilla.

Looking over the edge of the campground you could see mountains that seemed to go on forever as well as a great deal of pine and aspens. Many of the pines were no longer their original, emerald color but were a deep, dead brown. You knew that these were wrecked havoc on by the previous year’s pine beetles. There were areas affected by natural disasters such as flash floods, the trees gone completely swept away in a flurry of water. Some were nothing but charred stumps, destroyed by fires, entire, ancient forests left in ruin by a single lightning strike, leaving the area uninhabitable by humans and nature alike.

Even so, there was much vegetation salvaged from the inevitable elements. Tall pine trees dominated the seemingly never-ending stretch of mountains. At the base of the mighty mountains was a large grouping of aspens. A gust of wind blew through the aspens, their multicolored leaves shuttered with the sound of a light rain.

A boxy structure emerged from behind a set of substantial trailers layered with a fresh coating of a matte crimson paint. Individual logs stacked up meting the edge of a mahogany rooftop. Weathered shingles lined the roof like scales. The turquoise swing sat upon a wooden porch in front of the locked building, its two-seat bench swaying slightly in the light breeze. The ancient willow tree sat near the backside of the cabin, its branches hovering over a well-worn picnic table bearing the same coppery paint as the building it was sat next to.

The slightly rusted, cast iron fire pit sat waiting like an old dog for its next use. An iron grate fell on top of the pit, its thick bars burnt black by past flames. Charred wood sat crumpling, delicate to the lightest touch. A plastic crate filled with fresh wood sat next to the pit looking clean and fresh compared the charcoal next to it.

After opening the pale colored door you could see that the interior was lined with pale brown wallpaper decorated with swirls and patterns. Wooden beds separated from one another filled the room along with a small table. Petite windows glowed with a rainbow of warm colors as the sun began to set behind the snow peaked mountains. Wooden floors with a color similar to the mahogany roof lined the floor, patterns swirling around the room. As always, the building was filled with a sweet, musky scent.

You could hear small, mountain birds chirping their melodious songs in the background, each fading out as the evening progressed. Soon after you could hear the laughing and speech of others outside, enjoying their dinner. Almost all the fires are blazing with a bright heat. As the night progresses, people begin to bring out the well-known marshmallows, crackers and Hershey’s chocolate. These fill up the camp with a sweet, sugary scent intertwined with the fresh scent of nature.

Reaching the final hours of the day, the fires burn out one by one leaving behind more charred wood. Many begin to retreat in to their cabins and trailers. Few lights illuminate the path, leaving darkness in between. A wolf howls in the distant mountains but other than that, the world around is quiet. Rain begins to speckle the few building quickly turning into a heavy downpour. Water pools in small puddles around the camp. Splashing as the potholes fill with water, creating small streams around the overgrown street as they overflow. Diamond like raindrops trickle down the side of the rustic cabin and flow off the branches of the nearby willow tree.

The rain came to an abrupt stop leaving the dark world quiet once more. However, the slightly smoky air was replaced with a moist, fresh one instead. The sun began to rise over the horizon, its rays penetrating the darkness. Soon the cold was taken over by the sun and the moist air was turned dry and sharp once again. Puddles of rain quickly sank into the ground or evaporated in the burst of heat and light, leaving until it fell again.

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Sagres/Tonel: Portugal

A fiery globule of yellow bursts out into the open with a violent radiance, illuminating a deceptive beauty; the monolithic beast probing the shore. Lurking. Piercing wind echoes it’s warning. Feathered angels who bomb down from heaven, crucify the virtuous. Tonel is a battlefield… Sand slams into the cliff edge, desperate for a way out, but there is not, for Tonel is a place where you live or die. Jagged rocks, elevating up from hell cloak themselves in the ocean’s veil. However, this is in the winter. In summer, Tonel is a magical haven for surfers and beach-goers alike, providing monstrous waves and a golden blanket of sand, exotic shells sunbathe, alongside maroon seaweed. The sun watches over them with a blaze of approval, there wasn’t a happier place on earth. As I walked down the dusty chalk lane, the sea seduced me with a pleasuring scent, I looked up and saw its slightly lighter brother, not a cloud in sight. I reached the end of the path and almost fainted at the beauty, that was Tonel.

Tonel is located on the Portuguese peninsula (Algarve), thus a perfect position for surfing and body-boarding, and surf competitions are often held in this area. I have been to Tonel for many holidays and it will always hold a place in my heart, not only because of the picturesque beach but for the town further inland. Although Sagres is on the Algarve it doesn’t have the same over-developed holiday town feel of some of those towns further east. Situated within close proximity of Europe’s most south western point, Cape St. Vincent, the town has a windswept, remote feel about it. The town itself is much like others in parts, with an attractive square, but there isn’t much of historical or architectural interest as the original town bore the full brunt of the 1755 earthquake. It comprises of a lively harbour, a bundle of bars and restaurants around the square, a small supermarket and small souvenir shops. Not surprisingly the town’s restaurants have a reputation for serving a wide variety of fresh fish. It is however the history, location and surrounding features that make Sagres such a memorable place for me.

Sagres also plays an important role in history, in the 15th century Prince Henry the navigator chose Sagres as his home and location of his school of navigation. Henry’s most obvious gift to present day Sagres, is the henry the Navigator Fortaleza (fort) located on the head of Ponta de Sagres to the north of the town. The colossal walls of the 17th century fort only remain on one side with the impressive entrance arch being the only access.
Beyond the walls, things are moderately less impressive with a small restored  chapel and a pebble wind compass measuring 43 metres across, which however many recommend as one of the highlights of sagres.  From the tip of Ponta de Sagres there are great views up the coast to Cape St. Vincent, Europe’s most south-westerly point.  Unfortunately, we never had the time to visit this area but at sunset the lighthouse looked absolutely stunning.

Sagres and Tonel are not very well known holiday destinations, (although I haven’t got a clue why) but I predict that in the future they will become more urbanised and tourist friendly. If this does happen though, I think that it will take away the chilled atmosphere surrounding the two unique places. Earlier I described Tonel in a hellish manor, this is because when the tide goes in, there is no sand to lie on and hulking waves crash into the cliffs making it seem like a horrible place. Trying to summarize Tonel, is like trying to put a price tag on love: It doesn’t do it justice…

As the spherical light hides behind  the lighthouse in the east, all is calm. A solitary gull glides swiftly over the rippling puddle, saying goodnight to his new friends. The gull drives forward, soaring majestically over the luscious landscape beneath him, he reaches a wall. He sits on it. A cool breeze brushes past, whispering a word of happiness. Although gloom had collected, the gull truly had a panoramic view of Europe’s most astounding venue.






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‘Gone’ Lisa Mcmann

‘All Janie can hear is some shuffling around in the bathroom. she runs a brush through her hair and fixes her soggy makeup. And then she goes to Dorothea’s bedroom, takes out the dress and undergarments, and carries them to the bath room’ this is on page 169. This quote is important because now that her dad has died they have a funeral and their mum needs to get up from her bed. She is an alcoholic so that is very hard for her. She doesn’t shower often and only stays in her bedroom. So getting up for her and talking to Janie which she never did is really hard. All she ever does is being drunk. It is really difficult for Janie to handle her mother. I couldn’t imagine living like her and having a mother like that. Growing up all by yourself not having anyone in your family to support you but your friends must all be difficult.

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Dear Journal – The Fault in Our Stars

The book, “The Fault in Our Stars” by John Green, talks about a love story between two cancer patients. The main characters are a sixteen-year-old named Hazel who suffers from terminal thyroid cancer (a type of lung cancer) and a boy named Augustus which she met in a support group, whom lost a leg from osteosarcoma. So far in the story, they traveling internationally to Amsterdam in order to visit the author of Hazel’s favorite book “An Imperial Affliction”, Peter van Houten, to listen to the ending of this unfinished story

“I’m like. Like. I’m like a grenade, Mom. I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?” — chapter 6, 65% into chapter

“Dr.Maria’s lips shrank into her mouth. “You would not be considered a strong candidate for a transplant, unfortunately,” she said. I understood: No use wasting good lungs on a hopeless case. I nodded, trying not to look like that comment hurt me. My dad started crying a little. I didn’t look over at him, but no one said anything for a long time, so his hiccuping cry was the only sound in the rom. I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be glad to have me around, but I was the alpha and the omega of my parents’ suffering.” — chapter 8, 19% into chapter

I like these quotes because they express how cancer patients feel. It reflects truly on their conditions — somewhere between life and death, and having to face death in the eye. Admitting that although there is a chance for survival, it is not going to be spent on them as it may be useless. Acknowledging that their existence is dangerous and capable of hurting so many people, just “like a grenade”, and at some point just going to suddenly blow up.

It’s really heartbreaking to see how they consider their own lives as being worthless or of very little value, how they believe they’re a burden, continuing to suffer under drugs for no particular reason, spending all the income in the family; living, but not under their own will. For their families, they might not be considered a load, but perhaps for them, the only thing they want to accomplish is to “minimize the casualties”, for their families to live without worry, and to hurt the smallest amount of people as possible.

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Paper Towns.2

I just finished the book paper towns by John Green. This book continues as Quentin starts to figure out the clues Margo supposedly left for him, which turned out to be a poem called ‘Song of myself‘ by Whitman. Parts of the poem were highlighted, for example: ‘Unscrew the lokcs from the doors! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!’ After a long time of digging around, Q found out that Margo literally hid the clue between the hinges of his door. On the note is an adress to a subdivision in the middle of florida, an building that had been abandoned for decades, where Q discovered that margo was once here and found a map that lead to more mystry. On the map four cities were marked: LA, chicago, and 2 cities in New york, but it was impossible to know which one margo went to. With the help of his friends, Q finalised a plan to go to Agloe, new york, to search for margo. They ditched graduation and set off a 19 hours drive to Angloe.  Margo was in fact in Agloe, but it turns out that she didn’t want to be found. She wanted her friends to be who they actually are, but of course that couldn’t happen unless she leaves. Q could not presuade margo to go home, so she continues her journey to explore America.

The poem’ Song of myself’ is the key to this book, because it was mentioned almost on every single page. I realise this poem is needed to understand the metaphors, like: paper townthe strings, the grass and the vessel. In author’s notes, John green has mentioned the meaning of paper town: It is a town that only exists on map to protect copy right infringemnet.  But what i don’t get is how all these metaphors are connected, also why are they used. Paper towns is a great book that leaves unsolved mystries for us to solve, also hidden metaphors, but i haven’t figured out what they are. yet.

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On the Coast of Dorset

As the tide, of the British channel, returns to the open seas, it leaves the wonders of shells both big and small and unveiling the  sandy beaches.The sound of seagulls whining aloud, makes the customers of the local chip shop conceal their food from sight. The lingering smell of seaweed is all that fills your nose, however the smell is overwhelming and you smell it as soon as you reach the coast. Children play in the water and parents watch from the beach while the occasional couple walk along the peer. The weather varies even if it I it is predicted otherwise however the beach is never abandoned by tourists or the locals because their are other attractions on the seaside  whom supposedly make a lot of money from those tourists.  As you approach the crashing waves your feet are penetrated by the rocks,shells and pebbles beneath but you are rewarded with the smooth sand surface as you reach the shallows of the sea. The sea is cold therefore doesn’t host a large amount of fish or sea plants so it isn’t very good for scoober-divers who enjoy looking for different fish or coral. The cliffs which encircle the bay get smaller and smaller by the day due to erosion. Increasing the length of the sea in the bay. As the sun sets and the shadows grow large fire works explode with colour, defining you with each monstrous explosion in the sky brighting the sea below. The wind picks up as the night is young making everybody equip their second layers of clothing yet that dosn’t seem to be enough to resist the growing cold and developing wind. As the few remaining people slowly walk cautiously watching their step in the pitch black head steadily back to their vehicles, but the few remnants are those who had had a bit to much to drink at the drunken sailor. As the beach becomes empty you can hear the sound of the waves crashing almost more violently as ever and the wind seems to be blowing at speeds beyond extreme. But then you wait and listen closely and you realise silence total silence complete peace no disturbance in the wind or the waves just silence. Then the lights from the life guard huts light up the shore line and the sea in the encircled bay. Then camper vans arrive and park up on the edge of the beach overlooking the rough sea. Then a burst of excitement fills the atmosphere as surfers run along the sand printing footsteps in the sand as they go. Then the sea explodes as the current of the wave is challenged by the charge of the opposing  surfers wading through the water, to get to a good location where the waves are great to ride back towards the shore line. However, it is amusing when the occasional surfer succumbs  to the power of the wave pushing them along. I love the coast of Dorset because of the memories it creates and the peace which is their late in the night. Also riding a wave is the best feeling you can ever have with the adrenaline pumping around your body because of the tense atmosphere, being chased by a wave. The location of which i have chosen is the coast of dorset because of the memories it has created for mesa well as the funny moments.

On the Coast of Dorset

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Descriptive Writing

When I was younger at the age of 10, my best friend and I found a secret place in the bush where we both used to hang out. Every Friday afternoon we would both ride our BMX bikes to our little hideout in the bush, which was like a small forest, it had many native Australian animals such as Wombats, Iguannas, and plenty of blue tonuge lizards. It was an extremley  complicated route to get to our hideout due to everything in the bush looked the same. On the bike track or the walk path which went on for around about 3.5km from end to end.

We found our hideout on a winters afternoon when we went searching for fire wood. We turned around a bend in the track and found a man made footpath in the bush. It was quite faint because there were many vines dangling down over the pathway. On the journey to our hideout we came towards the river which streamed past the town we used to live in.The river flows for at least 120km through 40 different small towns, the river was a rich green colour which made the bush stand out. The river which was used for many different activities by different people in the town. It was used for fishing, canoeing, and feeding the ducks. On places around the river there were pinik areas which were in easy reach for everyone, the river was a great attraction for everyone, especially those who had babies.

We continued passed the river and came across a dozen of dirt ramps, sometimes when we walked to our hideout we would run up and down the ramps, while other times when we rode our bikes we would try and jump the ramps. On the other side of the ramps was a large hill which was near to our hideout, once you climbed the hill there was  a incredibly steep drop. My friend and I would lock our bikes on a tree and climb down the tiny mountain to our hideout.

The spot that we claimed ours was right on the river and had just enough trees surrounding us that it keep us in the shade. It was completing untouched by man kind, this is made it special to us because it seemed like we were the first people to discover that tiny chunk of land. It was such a great spot, even on the other side in which you could swim across the river to another spot that we didn’t quite prefer as much as the spot which we came across.

In the summers we would go there nearly all the time because where we lived in Australia, it got to around 35°. Before I turned 11 I moved away to another country but I used to come back quite often. It changed a lot really fast by the first time I came back for a visit. Instead of it being completely untouched some things had changed. My friend told me that a group of men about 21 years of age found its location and thought it was a great idea to build a rope swing from the top. The dirt hill that you had to climb down, collapsed on its self making in easier to get to and from the location, also making it better to build a rope swing.

The rope swing was a great idea in my opinion but it turned from me and my best friends secret hide out, to a very active place where many poeple go and use the rope swing.  Ever since 2012 it was called ‘The Rope Swing’, last summer i went back to visit the place with my best friend and we found out that the tree that the held the rope swing had collasped, and now its floating in the river. Now that the rope swing has collasped, no one has been visting it as much anymore, which is great because now me adn my best friend get our hideout place back.

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Dear Journal; Percy Jackson the Titians Curse

Latey, I have been reading the 3rd book in the the Percy Jaskson series, written by Rick Riordan. I enjoy reading the series because each page is filled with excitement. “I doubted the cow serpant understood what I was saying, but it responded to the tone of my voice.” This vote is important because Percy could speak to sea serpants but with the cow serpant he wasnt able to hear its thoughts nor could it hear his. The cow serpant understood Percy’s tonne, if he was being serious the cow serpant would understand and also if Percy was talking calm the cow serpant would know that nothing was too serious.

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DEAR journal entry

I have recently finished The Turning by Tim Winton. It is an interesting collection of short stories. I enjoyed this book because the author is from Western Australia, like my family and I, and accurately describes life there. The topics include the life of a housewife (On Her Knees), relationships (Boner McPharlin’s Moll) and giving up an education and a job for an interesting life (Big World).

My favourite story in the book was On Her Knees, since it made me want to treat my ayi better, and not accuse her of anything or mistreat her in any way. In the story, a housewife (the main character) is accused of stealing a pair of precious earrings, but the main character is so good at her job that she is invited back to clean the house again.

Australians are slightly more likely to enjoy this book than other nationalities, since some of the concepts in the book are only found in Australia. It is also good for readers who like to read a small amount every day. As with other collections of short stories, a person could decide to read one story each day. People who enjoy reading novels for long periods of time would not enjoy this book since it is broken up into sections, which are at most distantly related to each other.

I enjoyed this book since it reminded me of when I lived in Australia and the things I did there. For instance, the importance of the sea in the stories reminded me of the fact that where I lived in Australia was close to the sea.

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The clod and the pebble

William blake’s poem ‘the clod and the pebble’ may not seem like it but it is a poem about love. The clod can be compared to lower classed people; though they may not have a lot, they are still happy and enthusiastic. However, the pebble, which can be compared to higher classed people, is not happy though it has almost everything the clod wants.

The clod and the pebble have two different points of view. The clod believes that love is something extraordinary and special, meanwhile, the pebble believes that love is selfish and heartbreaking. Though the two have two very different points of view, I believe that both the cold and the pebble are right. The clod has obviously experienced a different kind of love then the pebble. The pebble seems to have been hurt many times before, as to the clod has seemed to only seen the kind side of love.

This poem raises the question: What is love?
William Blake makes you wonder if love is a good thing or a bad thing. Much like Heaven or Hell. Either you experience the good or the bad. It can be the most incredible feeling, but it can also be the unbearable and heartbreaking.

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The Clod and The Pebble

My thoughts on, “The Clod and The Pebble” are that this poem portrays the image of how rich people are not happy or content while those who live a basic life are. As well this poem makes me think of how love can be considered a double edge sword. This can be shown in stanza’s one and three. In the first stanza, love is considered a good thing, “gives its ease” to other and “builds a heaven in a hells despair.” On the other hand, the last stanza gives the image from another side by saying that love is,“a hell in heaven’s despite.” The first stanza was first spoken by a clod of cay who, referring to the statement of simple life compared to rich people and their happiness, was walked upon by cattle and his ‘life’ was not as beautiful but he had a good perspective towards live while the, “Pebble of the brook” who sang the third stanza thought that love was nothing but trouble and overall was upset about it but he was by a small stream away from others indicating a nice life and despite this he was still upset. The questions this raise for me are, is love a good thing or a bad thing, and whether or not rich people are not as happy as people who live a simple life.

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The Clod and the Pebble

The Clod and the Pebble by William Blake is an encrypted poem about love. There are two non-human items, a clod(lump) of clay and a pebble in the stream are “talking” about love. There are many different ways you can interpret the poem.

For example, you could see the pebble and the clod as different classes of people. The clod, ‘trodden with cattle’s feet’ being the poor and the pebble which is sitting in a much more “comfortable position” in the brook being the rich. As the poem states, the “poor” feel love as something beautiful and amazing, like a heaven built in hell. The “rich” believe that love is something disliked and unwanted like a building a hell in heaven. Many people nowadays believe that poorer people appreciate things more in life than the rich who always want more.

It also seems as though the clod believes that love is something to help the person being loved while the pebble believes that love is selfish and is only good for the lover, not the person being loved.

Personally I think that it depends on the person being loved to decide whether they are agree with the clod or the pebble. For example if you are famous and don’t enjoy people adoring them constantly would more likely agree with the pebble than the clod. Others that like being loved or adored would most likely agree with clod.

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clod & pebble

This poem provides two contrasting interpretations of love, through a clod of clay and a pebble. The clod symbolises innocence to the experience of love and unselfish love, whilst the pebble, who may at one point have experienced hope and selflessness, has now lost these emotions due to its experiences. The clod is continually trampled on by cattle, showing that it is soft and is open to the idea of love, looking at the pebble, one may say that it was at one time was exactly like the clod, however it seems the experience of love has taught the pebble to build a protective barrier over itself, to hurt others rather than be hurt (much like the clod). Furthermore, ‘love’ may not actually be love at all ,Blake may be referring to human nature in general. One last thought is that, why did Blake chose to convey his message through a clod and a pebble, not only that but make it sound so similar to a nursery rhyme?

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Heaven and Hell

I think the most interesting theme in the poem “The Clod and the Pebble” would be heaven and hell. The poem itself is like a giant paradox, showing that love can be both hell and heaven, deadly and lovely, depending on your perspective on it.

The pebble in this story is portrayed as a shrewd higher-class individual — hard and cold. Because of its strength and worth compared to the clod, the pebble’s thoughts might represent the feelings of people who have a higher social status. These doubts on love are more realistic than the clod’s vision, and focuses more on protecting oneself before getting hurt.

The clod, on the other hand, is portrayed as a fool — a worthless, soft substance allowing people to shape, hurt and step on in whichever way they want. Although it is actually in hell (“trodden with the cattle’s feet”), the clod believes that love is all about being selfless and looks towards heaven full of hope. Because it is worthless, the clod might represent people in society that have a lower social status, basing all their motivation and hope on emotions such as love, in almost a religious way.

This also brings up the thought that love is very similar to religions — if you believe in it and is willing to sacrifice, then it is true, powerful and heaven-like for you. However, if you do not believe in it and treat it in a self-centered way, then it will become horrible for you and its existence will be disastrous.

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The Clod and the Pebble

In this poem there is a big contrast between clod of clay and a pebble from the brook. These two have very different ideas about love. The clod of clay cares more for others and has a big heart. On the other hand, the pebble is very vain and doesn’t think about anyone else so when he sings he makes love sound bad. The pebble is very evil and enjoys when someone else fails or is sad.

I think these two are represented like ying and yang, completely opposite each other. They are like the good or bad in people or in this case the good or bad in love. how are we as people? Like ying and yang? Like the clay and the pebble?

The pebble has a pretty nice life considering he lives in a brook but he still thinks that love is a bad and it sounds like the pebble had a bad experience in life making him think that love is bad and not good for yourself. The clod of clay hasn’t had this experience yet so even though he gets trampled over by down he still believes in true love or love it self.

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The clod and the pebble

The metaphors in this poem could be written for children or based on the clod and the pebble’s properties which are similiar to their contrasting prespectives on love. The clod is a lump of dirt, mellable and always being treaded. It’s prespective is that ‘Love seeketh not itself to please’ , selfless, and would change itself to please others. Pebble’s opnion is the opposite, selfish and seeks joy from others loss.  The tone pebble used is mocking because it mimmicks the structure of the clod’s, and changed only few words.

But is the clod always right about love? Sometimes being selfless shows not only kindness but also naivety. After knowing more about love and loss, selfless people become more like pebbles. Maybe the reason they are more selfish is that they want to be isolated and left alone, so they wouldn’t be hurt by love again; or to prevent others from being heartbroken. In my opnion, the clod isn’t always right about love. prespectives of the clod and the pebble are more extrem than how it’d be in real life. We are a mix of both, prespective depends on the situation. Some might be seen as pebbles, because they are unconcerned of others or cold, but they might be as  kind and caring as the clod, just don’t know how to express this.

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The Clod and the Pebble

The Clod and the Pebble gives us two conflicting perspectives about love. One is that it is good, and people love each other to make someone else better in some way. The other is that love is bad, and people love only to help themselves. The Clod, who thought loving was not done selfishly, was “trodden with the cattle’s feet,” or in a bad position. The Pebble, who may have been hardened by the time in the brook, thought loving was done selfishly, and lovers “[joy] in another’s loss of ease”. Although the viewpoints are the exact opposite of each other, love of both types can be found in the real world. Unfortunately, it is carried out by people rather than minerals.

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The Clod and Pebble

This poem made me think about weather love is a good thing or a bad thing. Most times I would think the same as the clod, that to be loved is a great thing but on other occasions I will agree with the pebble, love is a self wanted pleasure. It only pleases oneself and that is greedy. But then I go back on the page of the clod, wouldn’t it be great to be loved that much? If you have a good experience with love, you may agree with the clod that being loved is a great. Where as if you haven’t had great experience with love you may agree the pebble that being loved or in love is terrible.

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review of William Wordsworth sonnet

How can a city be as beautiful as the countryside? is the kind of question people would ask after reading this poem.William Wordsworth describes the city as beautiful and amazing while others are stuck to thinking the countryside is the most beautiful place.This is shown because we have lived in the city most of our lives and very rarely go to the countryside so we are basically set to think the countryside is beautiful and  because we rarely go there.Whilst on the other hand a man who would have lived in the wilderness all his life would see the city as outstanding and magnificent because he has never or rarely been there;it all lies on your perspectives.Other questions can be raised from this sonnet such as can a artificial or man-made object be as beautiful as the natural works of earth? which would go into a very complicated conversation about what is beautiful

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William Wordsworth brought up a very interesting point in his sonnet, “Composed Upon Westminster Bridge”. Is the city any less beautiful then the country side? Is nature more beautiful then artificial objects? In this sonnet, Wordsworth really makes you wonder what can be considered as ‘beautiful’. What is beauty? There is no solid definition to beauty yet we consider different objects beautiful or not. In Wordsworth’s point of view, the city is just as beautiful as the country side; which many people would disagree to. It is a common thought that nature is more beautiful then artificial objects because natural objects are considered to be ‘made by god’. However, there is still beauty in the city if you take a closer look at everything. A building may just be a building to you until take a closer look at it. Examine all the details and appreciate the effort people gave. William Wordsworth appreciated the hidden beauty within the city that many others may not be able to see and translated it into a poem. Hence more people would be able to realize and be grateful for what is in front of them.


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Sonnet: Beauty

Can a city be beautiful? People’s first response may be: ‘No, it is just full of buildings.’ However, if you start to look at the topic in greater depth, you will probably just confuse yourself. I believe that cities generally are beautiful. If you look at major cities: London, Paris, even Suzhou, contain mesmerising beauty, within the natural landscapes and the houses that line the street. Cities are beautiful because they combine nature and man-made to produce an ideal living area in which people may relax in the gardens or go to their local corner shop. Similarly,  Someone may come to Suzhou and think it is the most ‘artificial’ place they have ever seen; This may be the case but, what is wrong with being artificial – Sometimes artificial things are more beautiful than natural things. E.g. Art. Relating this to the poem, Wordsworth is in awe of London at sunrise. He states that it is as beautiful as nature, but in a different way. To conclude, Wordsworth raises many different questions about our idea of beauty and if artificial things are as beautiful as nature.

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Questions Raised by Wordsworth’s “Sonnet: Composed Upon Westminster Bridge”

Wordsworth’s poem, “Sonnet: Composed Upon Westminister Bridge” makes us wonder, “what is it that we consider beautiful?” Beauty is a label that we put on things that we like and we call close to perfect in its own unique way. For example, a model would be considered beautiful in the eye of the public because she shows a common conception of what most people believe someone beautiful would look like. That is why there will always be someone who will disagree. That is because we have our own definition of beautiful and our own portrait as well as idea’s to what pleases our definition of beautiful. Furthermore what is Wordsworth considering beautiful in the poem? He thinks that the city is as beautiful as the nature. He thinks that they have equal beauty. Often times we see it as nature is more grand and more beautiful then a city and we do not picture them as being compared equally.

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Sonnet Review (cities)


During the romantic period, many poets were like william wordsworth, who thought that cities are artificial things, therefore dirty and full of sins. Wordsworth had spent lots time of his life in the country where was surrounded by narture. But he discribed what he saw of the city as’  a sight so thouchging in its majesty: The city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning.’  Cleary he had a change of mind after seeing the city at dawn. Maybe he had a think of ‘is nature(the original) always better than unnatural things’? or  ‘Is it possible for cities to be as good or even better than nature’?

We live in cities which are aka concrete jungles. Because they are more convenient and can provide us with a better life quality. But on weekends we would still like to go to the moutains/ national parks to have a walk and explore the nature. This is because some prefer to be closer to nature, under the influences of a city to experience the original lifestyle of human. In my opinion a city is an attempt to make our lives both close to nature and also convenient, kind of like an utopia, in this case trying to make the world to be balanced of natural and man-made things. Which could possibly be even better than nature. But in an attempt of doing so, we are actually destroying nature by logging billions of tress, digging into the earth for more mines and metals, etc.  In that case city would beocome a dystopia, an utopia gone bad.

Every poet’s words raises questions that would lead to more questions. In this poem it is about nature and man-made.  For example, wether a national park natural or not. Because although everything inside the park’s natural, but people have circled that area, given it a name. also gave animals living inside labels and the environment might have changed because of tourists.  So does the park still count as a part of nature?


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“Sonnet: Composed Upon Westminster Bridge” – The theme of cities

In a Romanist’s view, the city or anything manmade is considered unnatural and therefore bad. However, is this the case? If everyone thinks that nature is better than cities, then why build cities in the first place?

Think of it this way. Does a wood-built hut out in the woods with spiders crawling everywhere or an apartment with luxurious facilities such as a swimming pool provide better living quality? Most people would obviously choose the latter. In this world in which time is more precious than anything else, our definition of ‘living quality’ mostly considers how convenient something is. Everything in the city is designed to save time — the water taps save you from having to go to the lake to get water, the phone saves you from having to find the actual person in order to chat with them…

However, over-use of artificial substances can also cause great damage to the natural world. Although things become more convenient, the clean air becomes polluted, the clear water becomes dirty, and eventually, we will have to artificially clean them with man-made products. Natural ecosystems will get destroyed, but some people — the same people who probably took part in causing the destruction — spend time on doing research and protecting the ecosystems. It seems as if we want to take control of all natural things and believe we can fix any problem that goes wrong in nature with our knowledge and technology — but is that really true?

Is the city better or the nature better? Well, it really depends on everyone’s views — whether you believe the cost of our activities are acceptable compared to the development and convenience which it causes.

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Sonnet by William Wordsworth

This sonnet, written by William Wordsworth is about viewing the city as beautiful, not ugly and full of sin. He was standing on a bridge overlooking London at sunrise. William was from the countryside before he moved to London and he never believed that city, a manmade place, could be so beautiful.

For example, he said “Ne’er I saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!” He cannot believe how peaceful and pretty the city was.

I personally believe that the city can be beautiful in its own way but raw nature is nicer. I wouldn’t want to live in a world where there is nothing man-made and  everything is natural because life would be very difficult. I prefer to go, for example, to take a hike up into the mountains and camp for a few nights or find a secluded area of beach and sit, relax and watch the waves. That is when I like the purity of nature.

Cites are filled with people and excitement which can make people , including me on occasion, happy. Some might even consider a stroll through a bustling city at night even more relaxing and calming than sitting on a secluded rock near the ocean.

Overall I think that this poem is about the difference between the purity and beauty of nature and how the city can be similar to it in some ways.

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Thoughts about Wordsworth’s poem

An amazing picture.

An example of mathematical beauty. Rendered here.

The poem is quite interesting since it expresses the beauty of a city. When this poem was written, it was generally accepted that natural settings were far more beautiful than artificial ones (like cities) were. The concept that a city could even be beautiful at all was surprising, but saying it was just as beautiful as a “valley, rock, or hill” was shocking to say the least. The ideas about natural being better still remain today.

Another perspective on beauty is that mathematics and patterns which emerge from it are beautiful. As an example, see the image to the left. It is a visualization of the complex numbers Z on which repeating the recurrence “Z = Z^2 + original Z” does not go to infinity; in other words it is entirely artificial yet beautiful in its own way. For more info, see this Wikipedia article.


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Sonnet: Composed upon Westminster Bridge response

This poem raises many different questions and topics to talk about. Are cities better if they are natural, made in nature or artificial and man made? That is one question raised in the poem by Wordsworth under the topic of cities.

We say that natural things are made from God and living on the land is said to be beautiful because everything is so fresh and clean and living in the city, they say nothing is natural all those high buildings and everything man-made and artificial. Living on the land is beautiful and cities are mostly man-made, but these man made things are there to make our lives easier. So although our cities are man-made we do all live in them such as all the buildings or the house that you sleep in everyday.

I think cities should be mixed with the two. So the artificial things can make your lives easier but also enjoyable and nice to live in because it also has some natural things to make the city more green and have nature in it.

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