Just a few more things

• I realised that though I started this blog about writing I don't write much about it. But then you never can write if you have never read, or lived.

• I find it easier to type out emotional scenes than write them out. When you're writing you have to think about the words, when you're typing its only letters.

Well I'm being thoughtful today. I better look up something funny before I start crying again.

The Book Thief

Today I finished The Book Thief by Mark Zuckerman. The most important thing that happened while I read this book, at the end I cried.

I do not cry easily, in my life I have cried only a handful of times. I like to think I am tough, and I want to save my tears for important things. The Book Thief was very important.

The Book Thief is about WWII Germany, this is no heroic story of me plotting to overthrow Hitler, or a Jew's struggle in a concentration camp, this is something we tend to forget about. The regular Germans. The one who hid while miles above their heads the Allies planes dropped their deaths. The one who cried when their brothers, their fathers died in places too far away from home. This is about a girl named Liesel. It is narrated, appropriately in the circumstances by Death.

This book is beautiful and terrible. Through the novel Death tells you the end. His reason is because the mystery bores him, it is much more interesting seeing the events leading to it. He is right. And even though you now the ending it still culminates in the realisation of the undercurrent of pain and sorrow you feel throughout the novel. And happiness and hope. Even while I read The Book Thief through my tears and saw in my head Liesel going through the streets of the now destroyed Himmel,Heaven in German, seeing the bodies of those she loved I knew that this was the best way it had to end. The books thief saved by a book and Death receiving her story.

There is much more to this story than I can say but I can say that after I finished reading The Book Thief I saw how small it really was. 54s paged did not seem adequate to tell a story like this.

And in remembrance of Death and his distractions today I looked at the colours of the sky. It was a pale blue, fading to almost white in some parts, or a transparency but with nothing on the other side. There was a long cloud, wispy but much thicker than the ones around it. It reminded me of an arrow, stretching across the sky and pointing to a direction I could not see.

And just on more thing, I typed this blog out as soon as I got on the computer, I did not watch TV or do anything to make me forget the terrible brilliance of this story. It made me want to write a story like it, a story so beautiful that in the end you will cry from joy or sorrow or the strange yet familiar mix of the two. That is what the best stories can do. And now with my eyes still burning from the tears I can tell you that this is the end

Sugar Doll Award

Becs from Wicked Ink thought I was
worthy of the Sugar Doll award. I'm not sure why but I'm not questioning it. (Byt the way check her out)

Anyway to claim the award I need to tell you 10 interesting facts about me. Yeah this is going to be hard.

1. I'm incredibly accident prone. Everyday I bump into something, fall or injure myself in some way.

2. Continuing the theme from the last post when I was ten I fell down the stairs and off the 4 foot high landing onto the tile floor. I got two cuts and that was all.

3. I have been cooking for myself, doing my own laundry and generally taking of myself since I was like born. That's what television did to my generation.

4.I have never had any of the common childhood illnesses unless you count the cold. My mom tried very hard for me to get them but I never did. I am afraid for what this means for my future.

5.I read insanely fast. I read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in 1-2 days.

6.I have an unusual memory. It is both terrible and wonderful at the same time.

7. When I was about 1-3(my mom isn't sure) I watched Jurassic Park and I laughed at the part when the guy got his head bit off. I was a cool kid but a little twisted.

8. I was a really cool baby as previously stated. I could belly dance.

9.I have a paralyzing fear of insects and spiders. The insects I am most afraid of are dragonflies and butterflies. Stupid sticker saying there were Bee butterflies.

10. I either want to live in Dublin, New York or Tokyo when I grow up. I'm a city girl who likes trees.

Now for the re-awarding to five other bloggers:

1.Monica at Hush

2.Nicole at Nothing News

3.Amaya at Chimeran Falls

4.Vital-Organs at A Dabbler's Revenge

5.S.P. at Scrawling on the Walls

Accio Books is here!!!

The HP Alliance has launched their 2nd annual book drive Accio Books! New or used books from any genre (including manga or comics) can be sent in to Delta Center for Culture and Learning Delta State University 1417 Maple St. Cleveland, MS 38733 attn. Luther Brown. All books must be sent in between March 1st and 31st.

And now for the fun part (not that giving books to charity isn't fun, it just isn't as fun as this). Join the Ning and pick your House. At then end of the month the House that has donated the most books wins!!! Plus they'll be livestream chats with the Heads of the Houses, sekrit House projects and more. And I'm just sayin' but Gryffindor is the best House.

To find out more go here and follow The HP Alliance on Twitter

Ok now I've got to go through my bookshelves for books. I gots lots.

My new trying to be steampunk book.

I gotted the block. Over 20,000 words into the Circus and I got stick. So in what will probably turn out to be a bad decision I started one of my other books.

What I think it's going to be about:A country divided into insertnumberhere regions, each using it's own specific power source and all warring. And then a bunch of important people will die and two kids (always) will have to go on a quest. I'm just not sure for what yet.

What I wrote so far:
“Achew” sneezed the man. “May Azrak deliver me form this accursed cold,” he muttered, wiping his nose and handlebrush mustasche. Mist leaked in through the holes in the windowglass creating the effect of clouds lurking in the high ceilings. A lonely fire burned low at his side. Sniffing he continued writing, his quill pen scratching against the parchment.

“Oh how I long for the gas lights of Jakra. And we have paper instead of this cursed parchment,” he lamented.


Tell me if you like it Internet.

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Nushi-ke