I have had to move blogs.
If you want the new one you will have to ask me.
A woman just phoned into the mint and she was called Tahlia!
Amazing.
Book four was
Buying a Fishing Rod for my Grandfather – Gao Xingjian
It was a collection of short stories. I did enjoy them all expcept the very last one. I didn’t understand it.
Next book: The Hobbit.
I love this book.
“Oh, magic house when a child first knows it can read printed words!
For quite a while Francie had been spelling out letters, sounding them and the nputting the sounds together to mean a word. But one day, she looked at a page and the word “mouse” had instantaneous meaning. She looked further and when she saw “horse”, she head him pawing the ground and saw the sun glint on his glossy coat. The word “running” hit her suddenly and she breathed hard as though running herself. The barrier between the individual sound of each letter and the whole meaning of the word was removed and the printed word meant a thing at one quick glance. She read a few pages rapidly and almost became ill with excitement. She wanted to shoult it out. She could read! She could read!
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.”
Good:
To go to sleep at a reasonable hour.
Bad:
Listening to radiohead at 1am, getting depressed and writing a load of crap in your “book” thats supposed to be inspirational not suicidal.
Goodnight.
When I was younger we used to wander into our neighbours houses as though they were our own back gardens.
There was this lady living across the street from me who let me hang around because I was in the with same crowd as her daughter, even though I don’t we really like each other. We had to tolerate each other because our parents would always collect us after school and chat to each other.
This lady, who I believe was called Sue, had a thing for mints. She always seemed to carry a never ending supply of them, usually Polo’s or on the rare occasion imperials. She would always offer me a mint, which I adored her for. Whenever I went to her house she had a huge bowl of imperial mints on the kitchen counter and would always let me have as many as I wanted.
Even now, 13 years later she still carries polo’s around in her bag, and about two minutes into conversation she will offer you one.
This is the one thing I will always remember whenever I see her.
I wonder if there is something about me that people will remember whenever they see me.
1: Laura’s Diary – Laura Sayers* A
2: Waiting – Ha Jin* A
3: A tree grows in brooklyn – Betty Smith* A+
4: Buying a Fishing Rod for my Grandfather – Gao Xingjian* B
5: The Hobbit – J.R. Tolkien* -
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