I have no kids of my own- so I can’t compare Rufus and Franklin to my own. I used to work in a daycare though, and I have to say, the imaginations kids have always inspire me. There are no boundaries, no limits, and nothing is too outlandish for them to come up with. This is something I try to emulate in my own books, and I’m so happy this is something I continue to learn from my nephews.
One of their favorite games is called ‘real life (insert your favorite action hero here, e.g., star wars guys, Lego guys, superhero, etc).’ I usually have to be whoever they tell me to, usually Cap’n Betty (the alligator killing Cajun-Jimmy Stewart sounding character I invented). If we are playing Star Wars, I have to be Wicket, or Yoda. If we are playing superheroes, I have to be Mr. Freeze- apparently he’s my favorite.
Their favorite choices are as follows:
Rufus likes to be Commander Cody, Captain Rex, Luke, or Anakin from Star Wars. For super heroes, he likes being Robin or Spiderman.
Franklin likes to be Batman, in all situations. Batman is Franklin’s hero.
To get around Franklin’s make-believe breech of etiquette, the game is then referred to as ‘Batman meets Star Wars guys in real life.’ Captain Betty can fit into any scenario, because she is just an addendum to whatever game we play for some reason.
Now, in order to take part in these make-believe scenarios, one has to be very patient. I am often told what to say, how to say it, and have to repeat what is said over and over. For example:
Franklin: Ok, first I say, ‘that guy is bad news.’ Then you say, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.’ Ok? That’s what you say.
Me: Ok.
Franklin: That Guy is really bad news! (Whispering) Now you say, ‘Don’t worry! I’ll take care of him!’
Me: I’ll take care of him!
Franklin: No, you say, I say, ‘Don’t worry! I’ll take care of him!’
Me: (catching on) Ok. I say, don’t worry! I’ll take care of him!
And then we pretend to shoot the guy, or hit him with a torpedo and he’s destroyed.
Before you even ask, I have no idea why this process is so lengthily. For some reason, it is very important to both Franklin and Rufus that we repeat these same steps each and every time we approach any scenario. Does it make for a slow moving battle? Yes, but it’s a very amusing one.
Franklin very nearly dies (repeatedly) in battle, and then is brought back to life by whoever is closest. He is injured often, stranded places, and in general, wreckless in battle. Franklin seems to enjoy the drama involved in being saved or being brought back to life just inches from HIS IMAGINARY death for no matter how severe his injuries- he recovers from them immediately.
On the other hand, Rufus is terrific in a battle. He is very much how I remember his Dad being when we were kids. He is never hit; you always miss him with your fake bullets. He is never injured because he is just too quick for that. His battle skills are legendary and he has unparallel skill with a light saber, blaster, gun, sling-shot, bomb, grenade and torpedoes. Plus, he is always smarter than anyone else out there.
No matter what.
Once when we were kids, I waited in the loft of our barn with a plastic gun for a half hour as to ambush my older brother during a heated game of cops and robbers. I was certain this was the perfect plan, so I did not mind the wait. I was patient. I was diligent.
When the time finally came, somehow, miraculously, my well aimed immaginary bullet missed him, ricochet off a piece of metal on the wall and killed me instead. I died quickly and painfully in this pretend scenerio.
Playing with Rufus is much the same, but it sure makes for great Thursday Adventures.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Cap'n Betty.
Cap’n Betty came to be on the banks of the Pierre Marquette river. My sister Whittney and I were stuck on a three hour rafting trip with my husband Ben and were trying to amuse ourselves. I enjoy our families’ yearly trip on the river, but towards the end I not only get bored, I get sand in my shorts which is just horrible. Anyway, Whittney and I kept saying things like, “There’s Gators in these waters!” and “I saw a gator eat a whole cow on these banks once!”
What can I say? I’m goofy and it was a very long trip, but a fun one because Whittney and I were cracking ourselves and everyone else up (with the exception of Ben who was annoyed because we weren’t rowing enough). I had on this goofy Captain’s hat, and my sister was wearing one that said first mate. We thought we were hilarious, as we usually do. I’m still not sure why Cap’n Betty sounded like a Cajun Jimmy Stewart; most likely because accents aren’t my high card. Anyway, that was the first day I discovered Cap’n Betty.*
One day when I was playing with Rufus and Franklin, Cap’n Betty came back for a visit. We had turned the sofa into our ship, which I called the Nautilus. Franklin was being Batman again, and this time Rufus was Robin (who incidentally had his own Robin Jet-ski and could do amazing tricks and jumps at any time and never be injured or die).
They were both sitting next to me when I remembered our rafting trip on the Pierre Marquette. So I turned to Rufus and Franklin and I said very seriously, “There’s gators in these waters. Not safe in these waters. I got a cage that takes you down deep…You go in the cage, cage goes in the water. There’s gators in these waters. Gators come…snap off your feet!” (Which I modified from Jaws.)
The boys just loved it! We fashioned torpedoes out of coasters and pillows and pretended the family dogs were the gators. Admittedly, the dogs were not thrilled with this arrangement, but you’ll have that.
The Lucy-gator and the Jade-gator didn’t stand a chance. With Cap’n Betty’s superior skills at the helm and Robin (Rufus) on the jet-ski, we managed to kill every gator in the water. Unfortunately, Batman (Franklin) didn’t fare so well. We had to fish him out after falling in a dozen times, and re-attach his legs and arms on numerous occasions. It was touch and go for a while, but in the end, he made it.
We shouted things like, “Don’t go in the water chief!” and “Smile you son-of-a sea turtle!” when there was a direct hit. This game lasted for nearly three hours until my brother got him. Since then, Cap’n Betty and the gators has been one our favorite Thursday Adventures.
*Side Note: My husband Ben will tell you that Cap’n Betty and her first mate were annoying. This is not true. He doesn’t know what funny is sometimes.
What can I say? I’m goofy and it was a very long trip, but a fun one because Whittney and I were cracking ourselves and everyone else up (with the exception of Ben who was annoyed because we weren’t rowing enough). I had on this goofy Captain’s hat, and my sister was wearing one that said first mate. We thought we were hilarious, as we usually do. I’m still not sure why Cap’n Betty sounded like a Cajun Jimmy Stewart; most likely because accents aren’t my high card. Anyway, that was the first day I discovered Cap’n Betty.*
One day when I was playing with Rufus and Franklin, Cap’n Betty came back for a visit. We had turned the sofa into our ship, which I called the Nautilus. Franklin was being Batman again, and this time Rufus was Robin (who incidentally had his own Robin Jet-ski and could do amazing tricks and jumps at any time and never be injured or die).
They were both sitting next to me when I remembered our rafting trip on the Pierre Marquette. So I turned to Rufus and Franklin and I said very seriously, “There’s gators in these waters. Not safe in these waters. I got a cage that takes you down deep…You go in the cage, cage goes in the water. There’s gators in these waters. Gators come…snap off your feet!” (Which I modified from Jaws.)
The boys just loved it! We fashioned torpedoes out of coasters and pillows and pretended the family dogs were the gators. Admittedly, the dogs were not thrilled with this arrangement, but you’ll have that.
The Lucy-gator and the Jade-gator didn’t stand a chance. With Cap’n Betty’s superior skills at the helm and Robin (Rufus) on the jet-ski, we managed to kill every gator in the water. Unfortunately, Batman (Franklin) didn’t fare so well. We had to fish him out after falling in a dozen times, and re-attach his legs and arms on numerous occasions. It was touch and go for a while, but in the end, he made it.
We shouted things like, “Don’t go in the water chief!” and “Smile you son-of-a sea turtle!” when there was a direct hit. This game lasted for nearly three hours until my brother got him. Since then, Cap’n Betty and the gators has been one our favorite Thursday Adventures.
*Side Note: My husband Ben will tell you that Cap’n Betty and her first mate were annoying. This is not true. He doesn’t know what funny is sometimes.
Monday, February 28, 2011
My Greatest Fear.
One of my greatest fears is to be caught sitting on the toilet, pants around ankles while doing my business. I blame this fear on my Aunt Nina.
When I was 10 or 11, we had a family Easter at the Fred Wall Hall in the small town I grew up in. My family is really big and we could no longer fit into anyone’s house comfortably, so renting a hall seemed like a good idea, and it was and still is for the most part. The restrooms in The Fred Wall Hall are spacious- which I dislike.
I much prefer a restroom where I can be very close to the door so if someone opens it I can use my foot to rudely kick the door shut and shout at whoever has the nerve to have to use the restroom at the same time as me. Wait your turn for the love of Pete.
Anyway, when I was a kid, my Mom insisted my sister and I wear those little girl dresses with yards of fluff and tights to holiday celebrations. I was ok with that, except the tights never fit me right and I could never get the crotch in the right spot because I was way too tall so it hung down and I felt like I walked like a penguin all the time.
Anyway, I had to go to the bathroom, and I went in to do my business. I was only on the pot for a moment when the door was unceremoniously yakked open by my opinionated old lady Aunt Nina. I remember turning red and yelping, and she quickly shut the door. In my rush to finish, I got pee on my leg and had to use TP to clean it up. I washed my hands, humiliated beyond belief, and opened the door. Aunt Nina was standing outside and do you know what she says to me?
“You should have locked the door.”
So I said back, “I did. You ever hear of knocking?”
I was fuming. I was embarrassed. I never cared for her much after that. I decided she had old lady super strength and her arthritic, yet powerful hands had overcome the lock just to spite me and it was years before I could look her in the eye again. Since that time I have not cared for public restrooms. I doubt I ever will. To this day, I hate large restrooms. Give me a small stall any time.
It’s safer.
When I was 10 or 11, we had a family Easter at the Fred Wall Hall in the small town I grew up in. My family is really big and we could no longer fit into anyone’s house comfortably, so renting a hall seemed like a good idea, and it was and still is for the most part. The restrooms in The Fred Wall Hall are spacious- which I dislike.
I much prefer a restroom where I can be very close to the door so if someone opens it I can use my foot to rudely kick the door shut and shout at whoever has the nerve to have to use the restroom at the same time as me. Wait your turn for the love of Pete.
Anyway, when I was a kid, my Mom insisted my sister and I wear those little girl dresses with yards of fluff and tights to holiday celebrations. I was ok with that, except the tights never fit me right and I could never get the crotch in the right spot because I was way too tall so it hung down and I felt like I walked like a penguin all the time.
Anyway, I had to go to the bathroom, and I went in to do my business. I was only on the pot for a moment when the door was unceremoniously yakked open by my opinionated old lady Aunt Nina. I remember turning red and yelping, and she quickly shut the door. In my rush to finish, I got pee on my leg and had to use TP to clean it up. I washed my hands, humiliated beyond belief, and opened the door. Aunt Nina was standing outside and do you know what she says to me?
“You should have locked the door.”
So I said back, “I did. You ever hear of knocking?”
I was fuming. I was embarrassed. I never cared for her much after that. I decided she had old lady super strength and her arthritic, yet powerful hands had overcome the lock just to spite me and it was years before I could look her in the eye again. Since that time I have not cared for public restrooms. I doubt I ever will. To this day, I hate large restrooms. Give me a small stall any time.
It’s safer.
The Thursday Adventures.
My loyal, albeit small, band of followers will notice that I have changed the name and address of my blog. This is because I found the subject of reviewing children’s books too limiting. I read all kinds of different books do all sorts of different things and have decided to write about whatever tickles my fancy.
I decided to call my blog The Thursday Adventures, because every Thursday I watch my nephews, who are three and four. Every week, I plan on recounting my The Thursday Adventures because they are just too funny not to mention. My brother would prefer if I did not use their real names so I will refer to them as Rufus and Franklin for the purposes of my posts.
It has been four years since I started watching the boys, but of course at the time, Rufus was the only one. Franklin came along and the three of us have had more fun together that I ever could have imagined.
Rufus is very intelligent. He is four years old and I often feel like I am speaking to a mini-grown-up when he tells me something. He uses words like ‘actually’ and ‘seriously’ all the time. As in, ‘actually Aunt Char-char, I think it would be better if you pretended to be Yoda today’ or ‘I think Yoda should seriously consider going in a different direction if he doesn’t want his head chopped off.’
I find it very important to follow these suggestions. If you do not when playing with my nephews, you are often shunned and forced to play a non-speaking person such as Chewbacca. If you are Chewy, you can only make grunting noises and use your wookie strength to rip limbs off of other characters.
Franklin is very different from his older brother. He is less serious and far sillier. He enjoys making up songs, and adding the word ‘poop’ to these songs. As in, “We’re going on a trip in our poopy rocket ship, zooming through the skies, poopy Einstein’s!’ His love of the word ‘poop’ cracks me up because I happen to agree with him. Poop is funny.
As an Aunt, I am unencumbered by the parental parameters most people face. I figure it’s my job to make sure they don’t fight, get into trouble, get hurt and have the best time possible when I’m over. That usually involves me wearing a cape in the back yard while playing Batgirl, or a dinosaur hat we pretend is a stuffed alligator I killed and turned into a hat. This is a roll I invented and refer to as Cap’n Betty and for some reason; Cap’n Betty speaks like a Cajun Jimmy Stewart. Cap’n Betty shouts things like, ‘There’s gators in these waters’ and ‘Smile you son-of-a-sea turtle!’ while chucking fake torpedoes at imaginary alligators.
Our battles our epic, our adventures are grand, and our bond is priceless.
Look for more posts about the Thursday Adventures each week. As for the rest of my posts, I will discuss whatever I happen to find interesting. This could be anything from a new TV show I have watched to what’s going on in my kitchen. Anything! Thanks to my loyal followers out there, I hope you enjoy the new posts!
I decided to call my blog The Thursday Adventures, because every Thursday I watch my nephews, who are three and four. Every week, I plan on recounting my The Thursday Adventures because they are just too funny not to mention. My brother would prefer if I did not use their real names so I will refer to them as Rufus and Franklin for the purposes of my posts.
It has been four years since I started watching the boys, but of course at the time, Rufus was the only one. Franklin came along and the three of us have had more fun together that I ever could have imagined.
Rufus is very intelligent. He is four years old and I often feel like I am speaking to a mini-grown-up when he tells me something. He uses words like ‘actually’ and ‘seriously’ all the time. As in, ‘actually Aunt Char-char, I think it would be better if you pretended to be Yoda today’ or ‘I think Yoda should seriously consider going in a different direction if he doesn’t want his head chopped off.’
I find it very important to follow these suggestions. If you do not when playing with my nephews, you are often shunned and forced to play a non-speaking person such as Chewbacca. If you are Chewy, you can only make grunting noises and use your wookie strength to rip limbs off of other characters.
Franklin is very different from his older brother. He is less serious and far sillier. He enjoys making up songs, and adding the word ‘poop’ to these songs. As in, “We’re going on a trip in our poopy rocket ship, zooming through the skies, poopy Einstein’s!’ His love of the word ‘poop’ cracks me up because I happen to agree with him. Poop is funny.
As an Aunt, I am unencumbered by the parental parameters most people face. I figure it’s my job to make sure they don’t fight, get into trouble, get hurt and have the best time possible when I’m over. That usually involves me wearing a cape in the back yard while playing Batgirl, or a dinosaur hat we pretend is a stuffed alligator I killed and turned into a hat. This is a roll I invented and refer to as Cap’n Betty and for some reason; Cap’n Betty speaks like a Cajun Jimmy Stewart. Cap’n Betty shouts things like, ‘There’s gators in these waters’ and ‘Smile you son-of-a-sea turtle!’ while chucking fake torpedoes at imaginary alligators.
Our battles our epic, our adventures are grand, and our bond is priceless.
Look for more posts about the Thursday Adventures each week. As for the rest of my posts, I will discuss whatever I happen to find interesting. This could be anything from a new TV show I have watched to what’s going on in my kitchen. Anything! Thanks to my loyal followers out there, I hope you enjoy the new posts!
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Write Time.
The truth is blogging is difficult for me.
Finding enough brief words to fill up a page and try and keep it interesting is not exactly easy for someone like me. You see, I write books. They are long, involved books for kids of all ages. They consist of picture books, and independent readers, but I have piles of ideas that I am constantly putting down on paper and holding on to until a later date. My ultimate goal is in getting one (or all) of these books published.
But getting your book published is not as easy as it sounds.
I am so often asked by people my book has been published yet (I have written 5 and I’ve been at this for nearly five years) AND THE ANSWER IS NO. In truth, the first book I wrote I was in such a hurry to get finished that I got it done, half-heartedly searched for spelling errors and grammar misuse, and sent it out. The characters were predictable, the plot was far too complicated, and the story was just ok. I can say that now, because I am more than a little embarrassed that my work went out in such a state.
It’s the truth. At the time, I thought my words were brilliance, as most writers do. At the time, I thought the publishers were crazy not to jump at the chance to publish my words, and that I was going to be the next J.K. Rowling.
When no one did take an interest, (I had two publishing companies ask to see the book, then politely reject it, and one agent show interest and then reject it) I realized I must have gone wrong somewhere. I took these rejections to heart.
So, back to the drawing board I went.
I signed up for creative writing classes, and found that the reason I was rejected, was because I knew nothing at all. There are rules to be followed and I made so many mistakes that marked me as an armature from writing my own copy write at the top of the page, to the way I wrote my query letter. So I started from scratch on these books, and to this day I continue to work on them.
Why did I bother if no one wanted them at first? Simple. I love it. I just love it.
There is no greater sound than my fingers plinking away at the keys as ideas burst from my own imagination and come to life on the page. Every character profile, every pain-staking word I choose helps me to define the success I hope to achieve some day. When the words are right, it’s a marvelous day- when they aren’t, well, I just try again tomorrow. It is as simple as that. I have learned through the process that sometimes it is best to step back, and reproach with fresh eyes. The words will come, they always do.
Do I still want to be the next J.K. Rowling?
No. I’d settle for just being me, able to earn a living doing something I love so very much…but if it did happen, wouldn’t that be something?
Finding enough brief words to fill up a page and try and keep it interesting is not exactly easy for someone like me. You see, I write books. They are long, involved books for kids of all ages. They consist of picture books, and independent readers, but I have piles of ideas that I am constantly putting down on paper and holding on to until a later date. My ultimate goal is in getting one (or all) of these books published.
But getting your book published is not as easy as it sounds.
I am so often asked by people my book has been published yet (I have written 5 and I’ve been at this for nearly five years) AND THE ANSWER IS NO. In truth, the first book I wrote I was in such a hurry to get finished that I got it done, half-heartedly searched for spelling errors and grammar misuse, and sent it out. The characters were predictable, the plot was far too complicated, and the story was just ok. I can say that now, because I am more than a little embarrassed that my work went out in such a state.
It’s the truth. At the time, I thought my words were brilliance, as most writers do. At the time, I thought the publishers were crazy not to jump at the chance to publish my words, and that I was going to be the next J.K. Rowling.
When no one did take an interest, (I had two publishing companies ask to see the book, then politely reject it, and one agent show interest and then reject it) I realized I must have gone wrong somewhere. I took these rejections to heart.
So, back to the drawing board I went.
I signed up for creative writing classes, and found that the reason I was rejected, was because I knew nothing at all. There are rules to be followed and I made so many mistakes that marked me as an armature from writing my own copy write at the top of the page, to the way I wrote my query letter. So I started from scratch on these books, and to this day I continue to work on them.
Why did I bother if no one wanted them at first? Simple. I love it. I just love it.
There is no greater sound than my fingers plinking away at the keys as ideas burst from my own imagination and come to life on the page. Every character profile, every pain-staking word I choose helps me to define the success I hope to achieve some day. When the words are right, it’s a marvelous day- when they aren’t, well, I just try again tomorrow. It is as simple as that. I have learned through the process that sometimes it is best to step back, and reproach with fresh eyes. The words will come, they always do.
Do I still want to be the next J.K. Rowling?
No. I’d settle for just being me, able to earn a living doing something I love so very much…but if it did happen, wouldn’t that be something?
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
More Nook Adventures and Some Great Used Book Sites.
The deep new-found love I have for my Nook continues. I am still happily downloading books at any time, in any place. The instant gratification still tickles me too. I’ve got a mobile library right at my finger tips- and I love it.
What could make this better?
I can lend books out! My sister has a Nook too and now I am able to send books I like her way if she’s interested in reading, and vice versa. Actually, I can lend out the books I have purchased to anyone with an on-line Barnes and Noble e-book account, which as I understand it, is free. Plus, my sister-in-law is getting a Nook and her sister already has one. So now I have a growing number of people to trade with and I am very excited. The only problem? Not all books are lendable. I don’t know if it is the author or Barnes and Noble who decided which books I can lend and which ones I cannot but, there you go.
I find this completely annoying. If I had the book in paperback, I’d gladly share it with whoever wanted to read it, provided I get it back. Unless I didn’t like it, in which case, I could care less if I ever see it again. You see, I am a re-reader. If I like a book, I will read it dozens of times and never grow tired of it. So Barnes and Noble, I beg you, please let me lend a larger variety of books. I’ve already paid for the darn thing, so why not?
Also, I am finding out that some authors I love don’t even offer their books via e-book. Take Jenny Nimmo for example. You can’t get a single one of her books online, which bums me out. You see, I have the entire Charlie Bone collection in hardback. I love these books. I think Jenny Nimmo is a wonderful story teller and creates the most unusual and incredible characters. I tried to get another set of her books called The Snow Spider Series (also called the Magician Trilogy) and that was not available either.
It. Drove. Me. Nuts.
Officially, I have become a Nook junkie. I just can’t get enough of it. Thankfully, I was able to track down the Nimmo books on my other favorite book site paperbackswap.com. I was so excited to find all three books in the series, so no biggie in the end- Which leads me to my next topic.
Really good, reliable used book websites. If you are trying to find inexpensive used books, two other great sites to check out are thriftbooks.com and seashellbooks.com. They both have great selections for people who love to read and don’t want to break the bank to get their fix. The shipping is affordable too, so you are not spending a fortune on that either.
Happy reading everyone and if you get a Nook- let’s swap books.
What could make this better?
I can lend books out! My sister has a Nook too and now I am able to send books I like her way if she’s interested in reading, and vice versa. Actually, I can lend out the books I have purchased to anyone with an on-line Barnes and Noble e-book account, which as I understand it, is free. Plus, my sister-in-law is getting a Nook and her sister already has one. So now I have a growing number of people to trade with and I am very excited. The only problem? Not all books are lendable. I don’t know if it is the author or Barnes and Noble who decided which books I can lend and which ones I cannot but, there you go.
I find this completely annoying. If I had the book in paperback, I’d gladly share it with whoever wanted to read it, provided I get it back. Unless I didn’t like it, in which case, I could care less if I ever see it again. You see, I am a re-reader. If I like a book, I will read it dozens of times and never grow tired of it. So Barnes and Noble, I beg you, please let me lend a larger variety of books. I’ve already paid for the darn thing, so why not?
Also, I am finding out that some authors I love don’t even offer their books via e-book. Take Jenny Nimmo for example. You can’t get a single one of her books online, which bums me out. You see, I have the entire Charlie Bone collection in hardback. I love these books. I think Jenny Nimmo is a wonderful story teller and creates the most unusual and incredible characters. I tried to get another set of her books called The Snow Spider Series (also called the Magician Trilogy) and that was not available either.
It. Drove. Me. Nuts.
Officially, I have become a Nook junkie. I just can’t get enough of it. Thankfully, I was able to track down the Nimmo books on my other favorite book site paperbackswap.com. I was so excited to find all three books in the series, so no biggie in the end- Which leads me to my next topic.
Really good, reliable used book websites. If you are trying to find inexpensive used books, two other great sites to check out are thriftbooks.com and seashellbooks.com. They both have great selections for people who love to read and don’t want to break the bank to get their fix. The shipping is affordable too, so you are not spending a fortune on that either.
Happy reading everyone and if you get a Nook- let’s swap books.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: By J.K. Rowling
As I am sure have realized by now, I love the Harry Potter series. This series is the reason I started writing children’s books in the first place and it’s also the reason I continue to forge ahead with my writing. It may take me a very long time before I get something published, but I have no intention of quitting, that’s for sure. This is the final book in the Harry Potter series, and in my opinion, the very best book.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger are on a secret journey that only the three of them know about. They are attempting to track down Horcrux’s in hopes of finishing off Voldemort for good. The very second this book begins, it is filled with action. We travel with the three friends during the most difficult time in any of their lives thus far. Their search to destroy Horcrux’s (No, I’m not telling you what one is, you’ll have to just read!) is dire, bleak, and feels sometimes hopeless. Yet, their mission can put a stop to Voldemort for good.
The magic in this novel is far more dangerous, far more evil, and far more horrible than any of them can even imagine. This journey tests their strengths, their skills, and most of all, their friendships. In all honestly, this is a book I go to over and over. I’ve read it over a dozen times, and I will continue to do so. I have serious doubts that it will ever ‘get old.’
To me, the measure of a good book is whether or not you want to read it over and over again. This book is one that people will want to keep in their library, and never pass on. Voldemort is a seriously evil and horrible adversary, Harry Potter is the hero everyone looks for in an epic tale, and the rest of the characters are so well developed that they enhance the story immeasurably. You will laugh, you will cry, and you will not be able to put this book down. Nice work J.K. Rowling!
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger are on a secret journey that only the three of them know about. They are attempting to track down Horcrux’s in hopes of finishing off Voldemort for good. The very second this book begins, it is filled with action. We travel with the three friends during the most difficult time in any of their lives thus far. Their search to destroy Horcrux’s (No, I’m not telling you what one is, you’ll have to just read!) is dire, bleak, and feels sometimes hopeless. Yet, their mission can put a stop to Voldemort for good.
The magic in this novel is far more dangerous, far more evil, and far more horrible than any of them can even imagine. This journey tests their strengths, their skills, and most of all, their friendships. In all honestly, this is a book I go to over and over. I’ve read it over a dozen times, and I will continue to do so. I have serious doubts that it will ever ‘get old.’
To me, the measure of a good book is whether or not you want to read it over and over again. This book is one that people will want to keep in their library, and never pass on. Voldemort is a seriously evil and horrible adversary, Harry Potter is the hero everyone looks for in an epic tale, and the rest of the characters are so well developed that they enhance the story immeasurably. You will laugh, you will cry, and you will not be able to put this book down. Nice work J.K. Rowling!
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