Sunday, 29 May 2011

Theodore Boone.....Book Review :D

Hi! Eeek! Brass competition today! So nervous.... :/
I changed the font on my blog because someone said it was too hard to read. I hope this is a bit easier to read :)
Also, please check out this website - its amazing!

In the small city of Strattenburg, there are many lawyers, and though he's only thirteen years old, Theo Boone thinks he's one of them. Theo knows every judge, policeman, court clerk—and a lot about the law. He dreams of being a great trial lawyer, of a life in the courtroom.

But Theo finds himself in court much sooner than expected. Because he knows so much—maybe too much—he is suddenly dragged into the middle of a sensational murder trial. A cold-blooded killer is about to go free, and only Theo knows the truth.

The stakes are high, but Theo won't stop until justice is served.

Genre: Legal Drama
Author: John Grisham
Publisher: Hodder
Rating: 2/5

I bought this book expecting an interesting thriller - a book where the world of crime, teenagers and lawyers merge into a roller coaster. I was surprised to find that instead of a thrill ride, it fell flat on it's face and stopped moving. 

The writing style itself is good - lots of description - but the plot was terrible. Perhaps it was just my expectations were too high but I found myself bored and falling asleep halfway through the novel. The book itself is mostly a mixture of description and calm conversation, and the amount of action or even something that would arouse the readers attention is minimal. The only thing I enjoyed in the book was Theo's exchanges with people in his class but even that was spread out. The book does make trials slightly easier to understand, but to a girl who has read most of the Jodi Picoult novels, this does nothing to the credibility of the book. 

Theo is a likeable character and John Grisham does a good job of putting this across. He helps out at the homeless shelter, he helps his classmates and teachers with legal issues and he teaches less fortunate people algebra. The villain, however, is obviously the murderer. We know very little about him, other than the fact he brutally murdered his wife. 

The ending was terrible. Too many things were left unsaid - the trial wasn't even resolved! The mysterious character Omar Cheepe is not explained and the actual book finished too quickly. I spent 5 minutes trying to figure out if I had skipped a page or missed a chapter. It turned out I hadn't...

I was very disappointed  with this book and will not be reading any more by this author....ever!

Friday, 27 May 2011


Hi! Sorry for not posting a story yesterday. I've been really busy because I've go a brass band solo competition this Sunday! For those of you who don't know, I play the tuba and this weekend will be my first ever solo!! I'm so excited and nervous!
In other news, Brigid Lowry Facebooked me back today! It was a bit anti-climatic though - she only said "lovely xx" ......but at least she replied! :D

OK, this story was originally an idea for a book, but after me sister telling me it was too much like the film "Hanna", I gave up on it. I still love the idea though so here it is! I really hope you enjoy it!


White. Blinding white. It contrasted sharply with the black corners of my dream world. I closed my eyes and opened them again, letting them adjust to the brightness. After a while, I sat up. My white, metal bed frame creaked as I stretched and yawned. I paused and looked around my room. The reinforced steel door was shut, as usual, and the small food hatch was unlocked.  The white, padded walls were dotted with a single camera, peering at me from different angles as I read and slept. The white door to my tiny bathroom was ajar, showing the spotless white tiles, just as I had left it the night before. A long one-way mirror stretched across the wall directly in front of me. I knew from experience that a single, sleeping guard would be snoring quietly on the other side. A pile of books poked out from under my bed, their pages torn and faded from being read so often. I kicked them under the bed. My room hadn't changed in the 14 years I had been here. It was only me that was different. It was my birthday. And I today was the day I would escape.

I stood up, wincing as my feet touched the cold floor. I felt under my pillow and, pulling out my orange overalls, walked silently to the bathroom. It was the only place that didn't have a camera. Even the White-coats couldn't watch a 14 year old shower. It would be 'unethical'. I squeezed myself inside, careful not to move the squeaky door. The bathroom was minuscule. A shower hung from the ceiling; a sparkling sink and toilet sat untouched behind the door. The cleaners came every night when I was in the exercise hall. That was the only time I was ever allowed out of my cell.

I quickly got changed and went to look at myself in the mirror. My short, white hair stuck up in spikes and tufts around my head, my eyes were lined with sleep and wrinkles. I rubbed them and looked at myself again. My blue eyes contrasted sharply with my pale face and the orange of my jumpsuit looked neon against my endless white background. I sighed and waited for my breakfast. It arrived a moment later. It slid through the food hatch and landed on the floor. Toast. I waited and a cup of tea was placed carefully beside it. I picked them both up and ate greedily. Once, I was finished I slid them plate and cup through the hatch and sat back down on my bed. It was only a matter of time now....

2 hours later and the door creaked and opened with a rumble. I sat up. It was nearly time. A man stepped through the open door. It was Martin, my psychiatrist. He was a short man, bald and chubby. He was only person allowed into my room and I hated him.  He seemed to love causing me pain, asking me about the outside - what do you think it looks like? Do you ever want to make friends? Do you feel lonely? Do you want to leave? He asked really idiotic questions and most of the time he was here I sat in silence as he pushed my to share my deepest wants and if I would tell him! He sat down on my bed, making my lumpy mattress sag in the middle. "Hello, Lexie," he said gently. I braced myself. This was it! Finally, the chance to escape! The door creaked as it was closed. "What do you want to talk about today?"
"Let's talk about..." I paused. "Let's talk about...." And then, I changed.

I felt my buried fur struggling to push up through my skin, my mouth stretching into an elongated snout. My head changed and my ears rushed to the tip of my skull, becoming triangular as they did so. My legs shortened and my feet and hands became paws, my nails becoming deadly claws. I could feel my white fur covering my body, the familiar tingling that warned that the transformation was complete. 

I looked at Martin. His face was a picture of shock and surprise. He had never seen my change before. I looked at him and snarled. I had to move fast if I was to get out of here alive. The guards would be alerted by now. So, with a single graceful movement I pounced. 

Martins still looked surprised when I ripped at his throat. His blood was warm and sticky. It was all over in a second. He let out a gargled scream before collapsing onto the ground, blood pouring onto the white tiles. My  white fur was splattered with his blood. I licked my snout and listened. My hearing was much better as a wolf. I could hear the sound of footsteps pounding outside my door as the troops got ready to storm my cell. My fur bristled and I snarled. The door was opening....It was now or never...

So, what did you think? If you liked it I'll continue it on Tuesday :) Please comment and share your opinions! I also want a new title - your suggestions would be welcome!

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

French Soil

Hi! I'm beginning to give up hope on Brigid Lowry (the author I emailed).....oh, well :/
This story was actually a Social assessment. It's a short story set in WW2 and I hope you like it!

French Soil

The rain pounded off the roof of the army truck. It poured endlessly from the dark sky like a sheet of glass. David stared at it in awe. French rain! David grinned and swivelled back to face his fellow soldiers. He was easily the smallest there. Despite being 19, his cheeks still had the chubbiness of youth, his top lip was bare of hair. The other men in the truck were large, muscular - David was small and gangly, barely able to hold his heavy, metal gun. It pressed uncomfortably into his lap, leaving purple and yellow bruises in its wake. David's helmet squashed his face down into a frown. When he smiled, his face seemed strangely out of sync - the top half angry and frowning, while the bottom half was happy. Even so, his excitement was unmistakable. He was abroad! He had never been abroad before! Different country, different country, different wine, different girls....

A sudden jolt catapulted David out of his daydream. The truck was slowing down. They were nearly there! They had to be! David clambered to see out the crack at the side of the truck, much to the annoyance of his fellow soldiers. David didn't care. The rain had slowed now to a light drizzle and the green expanse of  fields  had transformed into a dense thicket of trees. David started fidgeting in his seat. he wished he could jump out the truck, run on the French soil, taste the French rain, feel the hatred of a million Nazis run in his veins. 

Suddenly the truck stopped. The other men in the truck began filing out, pushing David out with them. He watched as the men stood in a line, their backs straight in front of a large man who paced back and forth. His muscles bulged out of his top and his slightly overgrown buzz cut stuck out of his head like an angry hedgehog. David immediately ran to join the end of the queue. He knew who this man was. The Corporal, the big shot, the man everyone had to listen to - or else. The Corporal continued pacing back and forth, until suddenly stopping in front of the line. "Welcome," he roared, showering the poor men in front of him with rancid spit. "To Army Base Dover!"

David's face fell. Dover! He was told he would be going to France to fight for his country! He was still in England. As the truth set in, David struggled to keep a relatively straight face. It was too much for the Corporal to resist. He sauntered over to David, a grin stretched over his hardened face. "Well, you didn't think you were going to France, did you? You idiot! You'd be eaten alive!" Tears pricked in David's eyes. he could hear the other soldiers sniggering . The Corporal straightened up and walked in front of the line again. he had got the reaction he had wanted. "Get into the Mess Hall!"

David started walking to the mess Hall. He was numb all over. He longed to burst into tears, to see him Mum, to play checkers with his brothers - he wanted to be home. But he was in the army now. No tears or weakness. He blinked his tears back into their ducts and hardened his tears to stop his jaw shaking. Soon he would be in France. Soon he would be fighting for Britain, wiping out Nazis. He gave a weak smile. Mum would be proud of him by the end of this. Straightening up, he jogged into the Mess Hall, ready to do his duty, be it in France, Britain or Germany. He was ready.

So what did you think? Not too sure about the ending :/ I've re-done it, hopefully to Roses's satisfaction :) Anyway, I'll see you on Thursday! :P

Sunday, 22 May 2011

Noughts and Crosses.....Book Review :D

Hi! I'm so excited!! On Friday I Facebooked the author of the book Juicy Writing the link to my blog! AHHH!! I'm a bit worried as well because it's been 2 days and she hasn't replied..... :/

Callum is a nought - a second-class citizen in a world run by the ruling Crosses...
Sephy is a Cross, the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the country...
In their world, noughts and Crosses simply don't mix. And as hostility turns to violence, can Callum and Sephy possibly find a way to be together? The are determined to try.
And then the bomb explodes...

Genre: Drama 
Author: Malorie Blackman
Publisher: Corgi Publishers
Rating: 4/5

I read this book a while ago and, mostly out of boredom, I decided to read it again. I'm so glad I did! For a start, I think the concept is fantastic - a world ruled by the "Crosses" (dark-skinned) and tended to by the "Noughts" (pale-skinned). In this parallel world, history has been rewritten to have the pale-skinned Noughts serve as slaves to the Crosses, and despite the law being changed years before Sephy and Callums time, prejudice and discrimination still play a major part in their world.
The plot is extremely well written - a modern Romeo and Juliet but with lots more betrayal, bloodshed and racial tension. With more than enough twists and tension in the plot to keep the reader interested, this book is a goldmine for any self-respecting book enthusiast. The characters are well portrayed and the description is outstanding. The only criticism I have is that the time jumps can be a little off putting and confusing eg. Sephy changing from 14 to 17 in a couple of seconds. Other than that, there are no faults with this book and I would recomened it to anyone.
The main theme in this book is obviously discrimination and racial differences which is shown clearly throughout the novel. Just reading this book makes you think differently about the way you treat others and the harsh prejudice that goes on into today's world. 
In conclusion, this is a must-have book that will blow you away with its action, romance and tension. Please buy it!! It's part of a 4-part series and they are all amazing!

Amazon - £3.29! 

Thursday, 19 May 2011

My name is Anybody...

Hi! Decided to do a story today :) This one's pretty random and I got the idea from a book called Juicy Writing in which, one of the exercises asks you to write a story about something feeling like old velvet. This is what came out of that :P Enjoy!
P.S - Be warned! Random overload!!

My name is Anybody.....

My name is Anybody and I live on the edge of Nowhere. Everything here is white and sparkling, even the neon purple flamingos that dip their yellow furry beaks into the large, non-existent lake. They stare at me with small beady eyes and whisper, “Sir, Sir....” before roaring meekly and diving into the watery air. I touched one, my eyes wide and smiling. It felt like old velvet soaked with oil and rainbow sunshine, and it smelled like rotten peanut butter and old lemon peels. Its feathers glimmered in the yellow rays of the moon, reflecting a vision of me onto its pink and purple orange feathers. It looked at me and said “Sir...are you ok?” before vanishing into a cloud of sulphuric smoke.

A giggle from the shadows plummeted my world into an ever changing kalidescope of colour. Yellow, orange, rainbow, burple! It was all there, swirling and spiralling through the abyss. I laughed and cried, my awe pouring out of me in a cascading waterfall. It was own perfect world and I was standing right in the middle of it! I began to laugh hysterically till tears began pouring down my cheeks and then I was crying, then laughing and crying then laughing then crying then -

A nervous twitch from the ceiling made me jump. It was a banana. It looked down at me with big red eyes before landing with a plop on the floor. I peered at it thoughtfully. It looked like a banana but it had eyes and a mouth and was quite obviously an apple. "Hello Mr Banana," I said, my eyes sliding in and out of focus. 
"Hello," it replied. It grinned, showing a row of coconut teeth and a watermelon tongue.
"What are you doing here?
 "I'mm heerree toooo hheeeellllllppppp yyyyyyouuuuuuuuuuu....." The banana slowed down and sped up, it voice becoming slurred and jumpy. It suddenly started jerking and starting. It was having a fit! I screamed and ran around looking for a nurse. Suddenly, the banana stopped moving and looked up at me, it's face a pale green colour speckled with electric blue freckles. I didn't know bananas had freckles. 
"Follow me," it said, it's voice suddenly low and rumbling like an earthquake or a kitten barking. I walked with it, which was weird because bananas can't walk. Oh well....

Magically, we arrived in a large rock cavern, which was littered with old mattresses and beer bottles. It smelt bad. I looked down at the banana. He had gone. Suddenly a large voice echoed through the cavern, " Sir, Sir? Can you hear me?" The world around me turned black. "Sir you've had an overdose of LSD...." The voice faded into the distance. I could hear a scrabbling at the walls and little high pitched squeaks of laughter. I panicked and screamed. The elves were coming to get me! They were feared, evil beings with a taste for my flesh. I screamed again. They were running towards me. They latched onto my clothes, ripping my jeans and tugging me so I fell over. 
"No!!!" I screamed.
"Sir, we're taking you to hospital"
The elves were carrying me now. I was on my back and I could feel the individual padded fingers of the elves pressing into my back. They were taking me....I was leaving my perfect world. I screamed again and then everything flashed white....

My name is Anybody and I live on the edge of Nowhere.....

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Room......Book Review :D

Hi! Doing a book review today to try and catch up with the obscene amount of books I want to review. I read this book a couple of weeks ago, and I really enjoyed it :)
P.S. I had a really good weekend at Loch Ken. :D

To five-year-old Jack, Room is the entire world. It’s where he was born, where he and his Ma eat and play and learn. At night, Ma puts him safely to sleep in the wardrobe, in case Old Nick comes.

Room is home to Jack, but to Ma it’s the prison where she’s been held for seven years. Through determination, ingenuity, and fierce motherly love, Ma has created a life for her son. But Jack’s curiosity is building alongside Ma’s desperation — and she knows Room cannot contain either indefinitely. …

Genre: Drama
Author: Emma Donoghue
Publisher: Little Brown and Company
Rating: 5/5

I loved this book! Told from the point of view of a 5-year old boy, Jack, it has profound, simplistic ideas on life and society.  Based on the Josef Fritzl case, Jack and his "Ma" live in a single, locked room in the back garden of "Old Nick", the man the imprisoned Ma 2 years before Jack was born. The book follows the pair as they escape and begin life on outside Room.
Jack, being only 5, speaks in simplistic language. This gives the book a surprisingly childish feel, despite the dark subject and alarming twists and surprises. Jack describes things as proper nouns, such as Room, Table and Rug which stresses the fact that he is blind to the world outside, and when he does go outside he has to make a choice that could devastate his mother -  does he like Room better than the outside?
This heart-warming book proves that love can grow anywhere and that you don't have to write in long sentences and tricky similes to create an award winning book! I recommend this book to anyone and everyone! It is impossible to put down and I was still thinking about days after I finished this book :)

Thursday, 12 May 2011

Fallen grace.......Book review :D

Hi! Before I start my review, I just want to say that I'm now going to be posting on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday! Unfortunately, I'm going away for the weekend so I won't be able to post on Sunday - Boohoo :(
Oh well, on with the show!

Grace Parkes has just had to do a terrible thing. Having given birth to an illegitimate child, she has travelled to the famed Brookwood Cemetery to place her small infant's body in a rich lady's coffin. Following the advice of a kindly midwife, this is the only way that Grace can think of to give something at least to the little baby who died at birth, and to avoid the ignominy of a pauper's grave. 

Distraught and weeping, Grace meets two people at the cemetery: Mrs Emmeline Unwin and Mr James Solent. These two characters will have a profound affect upon Grace's life. But Grace doesn't know that yet. For now, she has to suppress her grief and get on with the business of living: scraping together enough pennies selling watercress for rent and food; looking after her older sister, who is incapable of caring for herself; thwarting the manipulative and conscience-free Unwin family, who are as capable of running a lucrative funeral business as they are of defrauding a young woman of her fortune.

Genre: Historical Drama
Author: Mary Hooper
Publisher: Bloomsbury

This is an amazing read! Set in Victorian London, it is full of drama and suspense that draws you in and stops you from putting the book down. This was one of the books I was given at the Pushkin Prize-giving and I started reading it as soon as I got home. It is, unfortunately, quite a short read at only 294 pages, but it is well worth getting!
The main character, Grace Parkes, is interesting and sympathetic, as is her older sister Lily. The villains of the book (Sylvester Unwin, Mr Unwin and Mrs Unwin) are truly horrible and the author does a very good job of showing this too us. For example, Mr Unwin, who runs a funeral business, is often shown cheating weeping women out of money and his cousin, also in the funeral business, is shown as sly and cruel.
I would definitely recommend this book and I think that every teenage girl should have a copy on her bookshelf!
Amazon- £6.74!

Sunday, 8 May 2011

I'm back! :D

Rose on the Highland Camel
 Hiya peeps! I'm back from Moniack Mhor and I have to say, it was one of the best weeks of my life!! I learned so much and made so many new friends. I actually wrote a good poem!! XD Most of the week consisted of tutorials and outings, with lots of extra time just to write, play the guitar/penny-whistle or simply go on walks and muck around :) It was truly amazing. It was agonizing choosing pics for you guys to see but finally I decided on these...Enjoy!

The highland :D

Moniack Moo!

Jemma and Rose
The cooking staff on Tuesday night :)

Franny and Sarah

The foot star :P

 Anyway I hope you enjoyed them :) Rose, the girl in most of the photos , became my best friend! She has a blog (that has a really good description of Pushkin) so check it out here :P Poem next week :D I might start doing book reviews as well, but to do that I need more followers! So please share my blog!
'Till next week, adiĆ³s!