<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273</id><updated>2011-12-31T10:54:13.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Paper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-2828654884724394506</id><published>2011-09-24T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:20:33.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Misérables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnzmu3U04kg/Tn6bmLrc2kI/AAAAAAAAASc/aAtb6J8Td7k/s1600/cover-les-miserables.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnzmu3U04kg/Tn6bmLrc2kI/AAAAAAAAASc/aAtb6J8Td7k/s320/cover-les-miserables.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hugo-online.org/"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/a&gt;, 1862&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The story of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and all of its struggles through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;one criminal's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation, which, in the face of civilization, artificially creates hells on earth, and complicates a destiny that is divine, with human fatality; so long as the three problems of the age&amp;nbsp;— the degradation of man by poverty, the ruin of woman by starvation, and the dwarfing of childhood by physical and spiritual night&amp;nbsp;— are not solved; so long as, in certain regions, social asphyxia shall be possible; in other words, and from a yet more extended point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless." This is the preface that Hugo wrote for the book...how can you ignore something so profound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;While I wouldn't suggest reading the unabridged version, I'll admit I feel a sort of pride that I did. (The bad pride, not the good kind.) I would have preferred however, to finish it in less than two years... This book offers a beautiful look at a life that is filled with mistakes and trying desperately to atone for them. I don't see how anyone could not love Jean Valjean. And if you think you don't have time to read the book, then at least see the &lt;a href="http://www.lesmis.com/"&gt;musical&lt;/a&gt;. I hear it's great. *weep weep* (PG-13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-2828654884724394506?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2828654884724394506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/09/victor-hugo-1862-story-of-life-and-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2828654884724394506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2828654884724394506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/09/victor-hugo-1862-story-of-life-and-all.html' title='Les Misérables'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnzmu3U04kg/Tn6bmLrc2kI/AAAAAAAAASc/aAtb6J8Td7k/s72-c/cover-les-miserables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7331050536268489854</id><published>2011-09-05T13:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:22:48.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robinson Crusoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2RZAJ3G-Wc/TmUehQUzAdI/AAAAAAAAASY/bMY__XNcEaM/s1600/RobinsonCrusoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648954864272867794" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2RZAJ3G-Wc/TmUehQUzAdI/AAAAAAAAASY/bMY__XNcEaM/s320/RobinsonCrusoe.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 202px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luminarium.org/eightlit/defoe/"&gt;Daniel Defoe&lt;/a&gt;, 1719&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shipwrecked Crusoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;discovers an island and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cannibals lurking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I thought the Disney equivalent, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060640/"&gt;Lt. Robin Crusoe U.S.N.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; starring &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001813/"&gt;Dick Van Dyke&lt;/a&gt;, was the actual story of Robinson Crusoe. I'd say I was pretty confused for the majority of my childhood. It's not surprising, considering I told my 4th grade PE teacher that I couldn't run because my "independix" was going to burst. Good on me, confusing freedom and volatile body parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real story of Robinson Crusoe was interesting enough (and a little like &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0162222/"&gt;Castaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; without the volleyball) as the main character is extremely resourceful. And although he deems those unaware of Christianity as being mere heathens (which I guess was the thing at the time) I see the book as showing how thankful we should be for our blessings, and that even in times of extreme trial there is always something we can be grateful for. (PG)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7331050536268489854?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7331050536268489854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/09/robinson-crusoe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7331050536268489854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7331050536268489854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/09/robinson-crusoe.html' title='Robinson Crusoe'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2RZAJ3G-Wc/TmUehQUzAdI/AAAAAAAAASY/bMY__XNcEaM/s72-c/RobinsonCrusoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1345586061344921315</id><published>2011-05-30T14:14:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:23:25.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IU8jQDv_pI8/TeP7PMhguuI/AAAAAAAAASM/DXE2L8CorLM/s1600/Rebecca-of-Sunnybrook-Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612605799112162018" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IU8jQDv_pI8/TeP7PMhguuI/AAAAAAAAASM/DXE2L8CorLM/s320/Rebecca-of-Sunnybrook-Farm.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 374px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 260px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/814/000114472/"&gt;Kate Douglas Wiggin&lt;/a&gt;, 1903&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sent to live with her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;spinster aunts, Rebecca is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;forced to grow up fast &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember that I've read this story before, but I liked it better when it was called &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/anne-of-green-gables.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Not that Wiggin could have been influenced by &lt;a href="http://www.lmmontgomery.ca/"&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/i&gt; wasn't published until 1908, so I guess it's possible that it was the other way around...). It's just that the plots are so similar, with one exception: Anne is more interesting. Rebecca's not a horrible character; she's quirky and curious, but still feels like a simple characterization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is also not an orphan like Anne, but instead has been sent by her mother to live with her wealthy (and stodgy) aunts who have agreed to provide her with an education. A bright child, Rebecca quickly excels in her classes and charms people throughout the surrounding towns, including an adult male who seems to develop feelings for her as she grows older. That might be a stretch, as it seems a tad strange, but hey, who am I to judge 1903. (G) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1345586061344921315?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1345586061344921315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/rebecca-of-sunnybrook-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1345586061344921315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1345586061344921315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/rebecca-of-sunnybrook-farm.html' title='Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IU8jQDv_pI8/TeP7PMhguuI/AAAAAAAAASM/DXE2L8CorLM/s72-c/Rebecca-of-Sunnybrook-Farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7589201757957425899</id><published>2011-05-30T13:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:23:54.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pollyanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py3H2ICOWbw/TeP5YZrX3OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kEzzxzYyetQ/s1600/pollyanna-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612603758238751970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py3H2ICOWbw/TeP5YZrX3OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kEzzxzYyetQ/s320/pollyanna-cover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 373px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 255px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/pollyanna/forever.html"&gt;Eleanor H. Porter&lt;/a&gt;, 1913&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hearts of one town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;are changed forever just by&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;learning to be glad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is one instance where I have to claim that the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054195/"&gt;film adaptation&lt;/a&gt; was better than the book. In fact, I was "glad" I had seen the movie version, or I probably wouldn't have liked the book as much as I did. I found the characters more relatable in the film and the story more interesting overall. In the book the characters felt a little flat, even forced and a little silly at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end though, the same message was plainly showcased: that looking for the good in all things can truly make hard times bearable. It's about the importance of optimism, of finding the positive and learning to accept that our lives are what we make of them and how we choose to live them can make a huge difference in determining how happy we really are. (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7589201757957425899?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7589201757957425899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/pollyanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7589201757957425899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7589201757957425899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/pollyanna.html' title='Pollyanna'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-py3H2ICOWbw/TeP5YZrX3OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kEzzxzYyetQ/s72-c/pollyanna-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-500870525067726015</id><published>2011-05-30T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:53:29.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>King Lear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtGhmaEgq_4/TePzvryMDqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QO39_gHWgYY/s1600/lear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612597561166401186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtGhmaEgq_4/TePzvryMDqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QO39_gHWgYY/s320/lear.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 384px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 239px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shakespeare-online.com/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1606&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's stories like this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that help me realize how&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sane my family is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't lie and say that I was completely excited about reading  this play. I know it's one of Shakespeare's most well-known tragedies,  but I just wasn't feeling it. I do however have a new appreciation for  the name Cordelia, as before I only associated the name with &lt;a href="http://famousmonstersoffilmland.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/charisma-carpenter.jpg"&gt;Charisma  Carpenter&lt;/a&gt;'s character from &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt;. The name Regan also stands out, and I can see why it would have been chosen for the main character in &lt;i&gt;The Exorcist&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  first conclusion about this story was that this family was seriously  messed up. But I've come to realize that the issue isn't only with King  Lear's daughters, or a screwed-up family dynamic necessarily, but it is a  reflection on people as a whole. Sure the family had their issues, but  there were so many other people involved, and the idea of this sort of  deviancy running rampant in Shakespeare's society really doesn't show  any kind of improvement on our society's part. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-500870525067726015?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/500870525067726015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/king-lear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/500870525067726015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/500870525067726015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/king-lear.html' title='King Lear'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtGhmaEgq_4/TePzvryMDqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QO39_gHWgYY/s72-c/lear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8216380905973066217</id><published>2011-05-30T13:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:42:48.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind in the Willows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQjrpj4quBo/TePytuB1x9I/AAAAAAAAARs/4iOyFzIJGHU/s1600/willows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQjrpj4quBo/TePytuB1x9I/AAAAAAAAARs/4iOyFzIJGHU/s320/willows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612596427897554898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anglik.net/kennethgrahame.htm"&gt;Kenneth Grahame&lt;/a&gt;, 1908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mole, Rat, and Badger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;band together to help save&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;their friend Mr. Toad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt;Although I was familiar with the characters  and the main plot, I found the story hard to follow, and I was easily  distracted while reading. The storyline didn't seem to be completely  linear, and it felt at times like the chapters jumped in and out of the  plot. I found the characters engaging and the main plot fun, but it was  the side chapters that confused me. I couldn't see that they were  related at all to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/lists/assets_c/2011/03/mrtoad-thumb-250x347-49897.jpg"&gt;Toad&lt;/a&gt;  is definitely the most interesting and intriguing of the characters;  totally self-involved and irrational. It's laughable to imagine a toad  dressed in a bonnet and dress trying to pass himself off as a  washerwoman, and his obsession with "motorcars" is hilarious as he never  can fully comprehend the importance of safety. Disney's animated  adaptation &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5129WKV0DEL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perfectly portrays the &lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4853295470_e930f01e80.jpg"&gt; four main characters&lt;/a&gt;. (G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8216380905973066217?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8216380905973066217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/wind-in-willows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8216380905973066217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8216380905973066217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/wind-in-willows.html' title='The Wind in the Willows'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQjrpj4quBo/TePytuB1x9I/AAAAAAAAARs/4iOyFzIJGHU/s72-c/willows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6391865208697131338</id><published>2011-05-30T13:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:38:10.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyre Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YuAIZym6Rfs/TePxlCv8evI/AAAAAAAAARk/YSTCDhqFK-U/s1600/eyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YuAIZym6Rfs/TePxlCv8evI/AAAAAAAAARk/YSTCDhqFK-U/s320/eyre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612595179329190642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasperfforde.com/"&gt;Jasper Fforde&lt;/a&gt;, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In another time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and another place,&lt;/i&gt; Jane Eyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;will change forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt;First off, I love the &lt;i&gt;idea&lt;/i&gt; of this  book. I think it's super creative and original and I was excited to  start reading, with hopes for a well-developed story that would pull me  in. It didn't happen though. Instead I felt lost for most of the book,  waiting for the unifying element of &lt;a href="http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/bronte.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be incorporated into the plot. Other than a few brief mentionings of Mr. Rochester, the story of &lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt; is not brought into focus until the last fourth of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left"&gt;Not  only did I find the story disappointing, but I felt the main character  lacked major development. At times reminiscent of &lt;a href="http://www.tvfanatic.com/gallery/olivia-dunham-picture/"&gt;Agent Olivia Dunham  from &lt;i&gt;Fringe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the majority of the time she responded too  immaturely for a professional in her mid-30's. The story's ending was so  forcibly wrapped up in an all-too-convenient manner that my frustration  lies not only with the random mess of the plot, but with the fact that I  held out such hope that Fforde could pull it off. I would have rated  this PG-13, but one chapter randomly has several F-words. (R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6391865208697131338?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6391865208697131338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/eyre-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6391865208697131338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6391865208697131338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/eyre-affair.html' title='The Eyre Affair'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YuAIZym6Rfs/TePxlCv8evI/AAAAAAAAARk/YSTCDhqFK-U/s72-c/eyre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-281229338396675562</id><published>2011-05-30T13:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:24:45.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Quixote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGHzXM1IepU/TePtR4iuUaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Inb8qEjvPmU/s1600/donquixote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612590452125356450" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGHzXM1IepU/TePtR4iuUaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Inb8qEjvPmU/s320/donquixote.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cervantes.tamu.edu/biography/new_english_cerv_bio.html"&gt;Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra&lt;/a&gt;, 1604&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crazy or sane? But&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who really has the right to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;decide what is sane?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's taken me forever to finish this, it seems, that I can't even remember when I actually started. I'm guessing it was about a year ago, which just writing that makes me ill. I knew it was going to be a lengthy process, but I'm proud to say that I've read the entire book; all 126 chapters. Although not entirely engaging the whole way through, overall, it had an interesting story, and definitely proved to be a classic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't normally do this, because I like to keep my posts pretty short, but after a year of reading, I feel I just need to showcase a few great samples of Cervantes' skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8733692308773575" style="font-style: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“Sleep thou who art born to sleep, or do as thou wilt, for I will act as I think most consistent with my character.” (Don Quixote)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8733692308773575" style="font-style: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;“...as printed works are examined leisurely, their faults are easily seen; and the greater the fame of the writer, the more closely are they scrutinised. Men famous for their genius, great poets, illustrious historians, are always, or most commonly, envied by those who take a particular delight and pleasure in criticising the writings of others, without having produced any of their own.” (Samson Carrasco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8733692308773575" style="font-style: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"...it is no wonder my words are taken for nonsense; but no matter; I understand myself, and I know I have not said anything very foolish in what I have said; only your worship, senor, is always gravelling at everything I say, nay, everything I do." (Sancho Panza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Cavilling, not gravelling," said Don Quixote, "thou prevaricator of honest language, God confound thee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8733692308773575" style="font-style: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"...indignities offered to their charms and self-esteem mightily provoke the anger of women and make them eager for revenge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also included in the narrative is a beautiful poem by Luigi Tansillo called "&lt;a href="http://www.oscuro.org/mjr/poetry/tansillo.htm"&gt;Tears of Saint Peter&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never read this book again, and I would assume that most people won't read it at all, but if you feel so inclined, I couldn't not recommend it. (PG) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-281229338396675562?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/281229338396675562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/don-quixote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/281229338396675562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/281229338396675562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/05/don-quixote.html' title='Don Quixote'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGHzXM1IepU/TePtR4iuUaI/AAAAAAAAANk/Inb8qEjvPmU/s72-c/donquixote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5759024958028381139</id><published>2011-03-10T21:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:27:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOlOz69LJcU/TXmkZa1hL0I/AAAAAAAAARU/QvZLosI9ar0/s1600/the%2Badventures%2Bof%2Bsherlock%2Bholmes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOlOz69LJcU/TXmkZa1hL0I/AAAAAAAAARU/QvZLosI9ar0/s320/the%2Badventures%2Bof%2Bsherlock%2Bholmes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582673969709920066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sherlockholmesonline.org/"&gt;Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/a&gt;, 1892&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With Doctor Watson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by his side, the mysteries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of England are solved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a great working relationship between Holmes and Watson that not only lends itself to solving mysteries, but to clever interplay of dialogue. Truthfully though, Watson does little to actually solve anything, other than provide constant moral support to his friend. Holmes' genius is a product of who knows what: possibly drugs, ADD, or a combination of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to read this having seen the recent film adaptation with &lt;a href="http://collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/S/Sherlock_Holmes/Posters/Sherlock%20Holmes%20character%20posters%20of%20Robert%20Downey%20Jr%20as%20Sherlock%20and%20Jude%20Law%20and%20Watson.jpg"&gt;Robert Downey, Jr. and Jude Law&lt;/a&gt;, as I could instantly believe the way Holmes talked and behaved. Quirky to the core, and slightly incapable of connecting emotionally with those around him, his heightened senses and keen observational skills provide for fast-paced adventures and unparalleled wit. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5759024958028381139?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5759024958028381139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/adventures-of-sherlock-holmes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5759024958028381139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5759024958028381139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/adventures-of-sherlock-holmes.html' title='The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOlOz69LJcU/TXmkZa1hL0I/AAAAAAAAARU/QvZLosI9ar0/s72-c/the%2Badventures%2Bof%2Bsherlock%2Bholmes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4162263529596434195</id><published>2011-03-10T21:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:23:03.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2XX-dUAJTU/TXmjaiB5o-I/AAAAAAAAARM/Ul_Fx-Iaylk/s1600/eat-pray-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2XX-dUAJTU/TXmjaiB5o-I/AAAAAAAAARM/Ul_Fx-Iaylk/s320/eat-pray-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582672889309144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/"&gt;Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;/a&gt;, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A divorced tourist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;discovers pleasure, peace, and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;love through her travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A sort of last-minute book club choice, I was kind of excited to read a modern autobiography, as I've been a little caught up in the 19th century lately. And although she's somewhat raunchy and vulgar at times, Elizabeth Gilbert is a phenomenal writer. She could be writing about the most tedious experience (which may or may not include the "India" portion of her book) and I would still find her voice completely captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a way of describing a location, or a meal, or an occurrence that gives me the ability to smell, taste, and feel my way through a book, which supposedly is one of the marks of a good writer; and yet with some of the modern fiction I've read lately, I'm not quite sure that many of those are actually still in existence. Someone please...prove me wrong. (R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4162263529596434195?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4162263529596434195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/eat-pray-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4162263529596434195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4162263529596434195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2XX-dUAJTU/TXmjaiB5o-I/AAAAAAAAARM/Ul_Fx-Iaylk/s72-c/eat-pray-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7613681312120754997</id><published>2011-03-10T21:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:20:35.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-087L8PWiSDY/TXmitoh43AI/AAAAAAAAARE/OYCfiqny8iI/s1600/heidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-087L8PWiSDY/TXmitoh43AI/AAAAAAAAARE/OYCfiqny8iI/s320/heidi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582672117959810050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swissworld.org/en/people/portraits_women/johanna_spyri/"&gt;Johanna Spyri&lt;/a&gt;, 1880&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An innocent girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;brings light to her grandfather's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;life in the mountains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not an uncommon story: the young orphan girl coming to live with older relatives and suddenly brings happiness back into their lives. These girls are often a bit mischievous (&lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/anne-of-green-gables.html"&gt;Anne Shirley&lt;/a&gt;, Pollyanna Whittier, etc.) and maybe even silly at times, but in the end they win over the hearts of not only their adopted family, but also everyone else they come in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However well-worn the plot, I will probably always enjoy these stories. They are simple and happy, but at the same time remind readers of what it's like to be a child again and how one person really can have a profound impact on the lives of others. Such a profound impact in fact, that I remember actually wanting to be an orphan at one time during my childhood. (G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7613681312120754997?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7613681312120754997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/heidi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7613681312120754997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7613681312120754997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/heidi.html' title='Heidi'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-087L8PWiSDY/TXmitoh43AI/AAAAAAAAARE/OYCfiqny8iI/s72-c/heidi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4164316426895838329</id><published>2011-03-10T21:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:03:57.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiJaj504HYQ/TXmh7pPv6PI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yGRO0qU26sk/s1600/rebecca-by-daphne-du-maurier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582671259158702322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiJaj504HYQ/TXmh7pPv6PI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yGRO0qU26sk/s320/rebecca-by-daphne-du-maurier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumaurier.org/"&gt;Daphne du Maurier&lt;/a&gt;, 1938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At &lt;a href="http://pi.b5z.net/i/u/6612/i/Manderley2out_ezr.jpg"&gt;Manderley&lt;/a&gt; there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;are disturbing secrets that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;threaten happiness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Though I can agree that du Maurier is one heck of an author, I can't disguise the fact that I felt let down upon completion of her classic novel. I was waiting for something big to happen (and it did), but I was ultimately confused by the actions of some major characters. I'm not claiming to know better than the author, but there were quite a few things that just didn't seem to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they fit so well that it made me uncomfortable. I'm sure I'm not the first person to admit that they expect others to behave a certain way, or feels they can predict a reaction, but i was just so off in my assumptions. I guess I want to feel that these characters are atypical, because the alternative would be that I am surrounded by sociopaths. (PG-13) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4164316426895838329?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4164316426895838329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/rebecca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4164316426895838329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4164316426895838329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/rebecca.html' title='Rebecca'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiJaj504HYQ/TXmh7pPv6PI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yGRO0qU26sk/s72-c/rebecca-by-daphne-du-maurier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4518878817064308042</id><published>2011-03-10T21:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:26:05.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW79PMnmJSI/TXmhO8BHbZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YJuRH8ib0nw/s1600/aesop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582670491103489426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW79PMnmJSI/TXmhO8BHbZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YJuRH8ib0nw/s320/aesop.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 375px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 286px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/aesop/"&gt;Æsop&lt;/a&gt;, Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many stories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;told and retold help children&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;remember lessons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think there are more of Æsop's fables that we don't attribute to him than we're aware of. I remember we had Æsop's book (probably abridged) as a child, and I always just thought his name was weird and the pictures were kind of creepy. But I had other books that retold his stories with prettier pictures and happier colors, and those are the ones that I remember the most. An obvious aesthetician from birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that I never knew&amp;nbsp;Æsop&amp;nbsp;had any part in the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf", or "&lt;a href="http://loyalkng.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/the-tortoise-and-the-hare.jpg"&gt;The Tortoise and the Hare&lt;/a&gt;", and I was completely unaware that he is the genius behind the adage of not counting chickens before they hatch. I found some of his morals to be personally enlightening, most notably from "Androcles" that "Gratitude is the sign of noble souls." I'd like to be more noble. (G) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4518878817064308042?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4518878817064308042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/fables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4518878817064308042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4518878817064308042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/fables.html' title='Fables'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mW79PMnmJSI/TXmhO8BHbZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YJuRH8ib0nw/s72-c/aesop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7832994858284553466</id><published>2011-03-10T21:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:11:26.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Fang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XpdRoONAjs/TXmgYUO_eVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/P1i03Xfeucc/s1600/whitefang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XpdRoONAjs/TXmgYUO_eVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/P1i03Xfeucc/s320/whitefang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582669552711334226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacklondon.com/"&gt;Jack London&lt;/a&gt;, 1906&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raised to fight, White Fang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;learns to change his ways through a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;new master's kindness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I enjoyed reading &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/call-of-wild.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Call of the Wild&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, another of London's novels, and I remembered vaguely the film &lt;a href="http://www.moviepostershop.com/white-fang-movie-poster-1020258031.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;White Fang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; starring a young &lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2007/12/01-07/ethan_hawke_cc.jpg"&gt;Ethan Hawke&lt;/a&gt;; it was only natural I should read the book as well. I knew it would be good (and I was right) mainly because Jack London is a consistently great writer. He's one of the more descriptive authors that make you feel like all of your senses are actually working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I will say, is that it took a long time to get to the positive, more happy part of the story. The majority was pretty sad and distressing, as this wolf-dog is abandoned and mistreated. Not that I can't endure difficult topics, but being as descriptive as he is, there are several scenes where dogs are killed, and small animals caught and eaten that had my poor vegetarian heart begging for reprieve. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7832994858284553466?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7832994858284553466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/white-fang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7832994858284553466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7832994858284553466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/white-fang.html' title='White Fang'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XpdRoONAjs/TXmgYUO_eVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/P1i03Xfeucc/s72-c/whitefang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5648942096057796384</id><published>2011-03-10T21:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:07:10.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOOGXvB6g9g/TXmfsjRCYrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NQQXjt0fWK0/s1600/BREATHLESS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOOGXvB6g9g/TXmfsjRCYrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NQQXjt0fWK0/s320/BREATHLESS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582668800832201394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deankoontz.com/"&gt;Dean Koontz&lt;/a&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written to thrill, the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;only thrilling part was how &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fast I finished it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My brother and I both finished this book over Christmas break. When he finished I got a text from him that read: &lt;i&gt;Breathless? More like Pointless... &lt;/i&gt;Sadly, I felt the same. I had had high hopes, knowing Dean Koontz to be a prolific writer of thrillers, but I felt more like I'd been messed with; like I was supposed to care, but couldn't really find a reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying the book was awful, just that I was disappointed by the mechanics the author employed. I was totally interested for most of the way, but by the last 25% I could tell that I was not going to get the ending I felt had been promised to me. New plotlines were introduced way too late in the book, and the wrap-up on major plotlines proved to be giant letdowns. (R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5648942096057796384?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5648942096057796384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/breathless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5648942096057796384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5648942096057796384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/breathless.html' title='Breathless'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eOOGXvB6g9g/TXmfsjRCYrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NQQXjt0fWK0/s72-c/BREATHLESS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8249198624043597332</id><published>2011-03-10T21:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:04:09.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sign of the Beaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8OmIvkQuDY/TXme5rIDdLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ylTtAyLalyY/s1600/Book-SignOfTheBeaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8OmIvkQuDY/TXme5rIDdLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ylTtAyLalyY/s320/Book-SignOfTheBeaver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582667926768678066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblio.com/elizabeth-george-speare%7E153373%7Eauthor"&gt;Elizabeth George Speare&lt;/a&gt;, 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matt learns to survive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;alone in the woods when he&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;befriends Indians&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/mgrps/divs/alsc/awardsgrants/bookmedia/newberymedal/newberyhonors/newberymedal.cfm"&gt;Newberry Honor Book&lt;/a&gt;, this young adult novel is based on a true story the author discovered about a young boy left alone in the woods who was befriended by Native Americans. Reminiscent maybe of &lt;i&gt;The Jungle Book&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;Robinson Crusoe&lt;/i&gt;, it is a well-presented story of two cultures learning to respect each other, and two strangers learning to live as brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Matt's father leaves him alone in the Maine wilderness to watch the new cabin they have built, while he goes to fetch the rest of the family. Matt soon meets some local indians, who he teaches to read in return for lessons on survival in the woods. Matt's father is gone longer than expected, leaving him to decide if he should stay and wait for his family, or move on with the tribe. (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8249198624043597332?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8249198624043597332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/sign-of-beaver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8249198624043597332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8249198624043597332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/sign-of-beaver.html' title='The Sign of the Beaver'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8OmIvkQuDY/TXme5rIDdLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ylTtAyLalyY/s72-c/Book-SignOfTheBeaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4882946220061748594</id><published>2011-03-10T20:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:59:52.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crucible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvs1xQb7yVQ/TXmdaIN5NqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UgwvvpbDiHM/s1600/crucible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvs1xQb7yVQ/TXmdaIN5NqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UgwvvpbDiHM/s320/crucible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582666285310359202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neh.gov/whoweare/miller/biography.html"&gt;Arthur Miller&lt;/a&gt;, 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes the only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thing that a man has left in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this world is his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've read this before, seen the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/bf/Thecruciblemovie.jpg/220px-Thecruciblemovie.jpg"&gt;film&lt;/a&gt; several times, the play once, and even written a paper on the play's underlying themes...so it should come as no surprise to learn that I consider this one of the most fascinating stories ever written. This most recent read was done in about two hours on a Saturday. I thought I would just read a little, but I couldn't put it down; there was never a comfortable place to leave off at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller has a way of pulling you into a story, that even though you feel sick to your stomach, the masochist within you demands that you keep reading. It's horrible and wonderful at the same time, giving into this morbid desire to torment ourselves with a hopelessly tragic story. And yet I feel that everyone should experience this at some time. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4882946220061748594?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4882946220061748594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/crucible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4882946220061748594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4882946220061748594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/03/crucible.html' title='The Crucible'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvs1xQb7yVQ/TXmdaIN5NqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UgwvvpbDiHM/s72-c/crucible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1626082944939642630</id><published>2011-01-29T16:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:27:41.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Man &amp; the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSnGWIbx8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/fypOsPxbEkQ/s1600/Oldmansea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567758766798784450" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSnGWIbx8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/fypOsPxbEkQ/s320/Oldmansea.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 379px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 260px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ernesthemingwaycollection.com/"&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/a&gt;, 1952&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santiago meets&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;his adversary in the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;form of a marlin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am at once ashamed and proud to admit that this is the first book of Hemingway's that I've read. I figured if &lt;a href="http://unrealityshout.com/files/imagecache/image_460/manny-delgado-modern-family.jpg"&gt;Manny &lt;/a&gt;could read &lt;i&gt;The Old Man and the Sea&lt;/i&gt;, then I could sure read it. And although I've had many friends tell me how tedious Hemingway could be, I didn't find this novel hard to get through, despite the lack of chapters to break up the monotony. Also it could have something to do with it only being about 100 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the story takes place at sea, from Santiago's point of view. (Santiago is the Old Man, in case you were wondering.) As he struggles against nature, desperate to get his catch back to port, one can't help feeling emotional over his situation, and wishing they could help this poor, pitiful man. Something about &lt;a href="http://cockroach1.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/grumpy-old-men1.jpg"&gt;old men&lt;/a&gt; always makes me want to cry and give them a hug. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1626082944939642630?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1626082944939642630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-man-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1626082944939642630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1626082944939642630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/old-man-sea.html' title='The Old Man &amp; the Sea'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSnGWIbx8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/fypOsPxbEkQ/s72-c/Oldmansea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7077799420352453289</id><published>2011-01-29T16:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:46:10.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo &amp; Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSmJsfzLgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wS9E-KVV0zA/s1600/romeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSmJsfzLgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wS9E-KVV0zA/s320/romeo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567757724830346754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1597&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desperate times should&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;never call for such extreme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;measures of resolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprisingly, I was never assigned to read this in high school, and after reading it now, I'm not quite sure if it's a good idea to give teenagers access to materials about suicidal lovers. It's truly the quintessential Shakespearean tragedy, but it's not my favorite, and I think the story's pretty messed up. Love at first sight, and then running off the next day and getting married in secret is fast even for me, especially considering the family blood fued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of myself as a romantic, but I hate the idea of both of them feeling they had to die if they couldn't be together. To me that's not romance, it's just idiotic. But I don't know, maybe the times that we live in now really are that different from theirs. I'm thankful for modern film though, because I feel that &lt;a href="http://movieart.net/wp-content/uploads/wpsc/product_images/shakespeareinlove-1sh-19788.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shakespeare in Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the best (and least depressing) portrayal of this classic tween drama. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7077799420352453289?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7077799420352453289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/romeo-juliet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7077799420352453289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7077799420352453289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/romeo-juliet.html' title='Romeo &amp; Juliet'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSmJsfzLgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wS9E-KVV0zA/s72-c/romeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1629701789504404691</id><published>2011-01-29T16:33:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:42:49.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnie-the-Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSkKK4kxbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UCKxtVH0RJI/s1600/winnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSkKK4kxbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UCKxtVH0RJI/s320/winnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567755533964068274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.just-pooh.com/milne.html"&gt;A.A. Milne&lt;/a&gt;, 1926&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little stuffed bear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and his adventures in the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hundred Acre Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This sweet collection of stories was made even sweeter when I learned that A.A. Milne had written it for his son, &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/12/17/wbPOOH_wideweb__470x398,0.jpg"&gt;Christopher Robin&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, his son had these stuffed toys, most notably Pooh, and the stories came to life from there. Disney has done a great job of bringing these &lt;a href="http://www.duetsblog.com/uploads/image/pooh-and-friends.jpg"&gt;characters&lt;/a&gt; to life, and &lt;a href="http://www.artsjournal.com/outthere/Sterling_Holloway1.jpg"&gt;Sterling Holloway&lt;/a&gt; as the original voice of Pooh couldn't be any more perfect. "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NitBpJaom5k&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;I'm a little black raincloud, of course.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little sad that &lt;a href="http://artmasters.serdar-hizli-art.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/tigger-stand-up.jpg"&gt;Tigger&lt;/a&gt; was not a part of the original collection of stories, as he is a dynamic character and more interesting than some of the others (fill in your own blanks). Probably the only real surprising element was how much of a punk &lt;a href="http://www.capturinghappiness.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Eeyore.jpg"&gt;Eeyore&lt;/a&gt; was. He was always gloomy and depressed in the cartoons, but I never felt like he was using it to his advantage. He was definitely fishing for sympathy and attention. Almost like an emotional hypochondriac. (G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1629701789504404691?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1629701789504404691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/winnie-pooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1629701789504404691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1629701789504404691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/winnie-pooh.html' title='Winnie-the-Pooh'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSkKK4kxbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UCKxtVH0RJI/s72-c/winnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4944696757844659773</id><published>2011-01-29T16:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:32:24.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSi85n7E-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/og06HkUYnGg/s1600/treasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSi85n7E-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/og06HkUYnGg/s320/treasure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567754206480896994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robert-louis-stevenson.org/"&gt;Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/a&gt;, 1883&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Young Jim Hawkins, in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;search of treasure, becomes a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;brave and fearless man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was Stevenson's first success and there's a great story that goes along with it. His stepson one day was making a map, which Stevenson soon embellished to become a &lt;a href="http://pirates2.sakraft.com/uploaded_images/Treasure-Island-map-761807.jpg"&gt;treasure map&lt;/a&gt;. Along with the map, stories were spun, and with his family's help and suggestions, he began writing &lt;i&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/i&gt;. Some of the story was even written by family members. It wasn't long before a children's publisher picked it up chapter by chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the story of how the novel came to be, but I'm also fascinated by how much the descriptions of pirate life have permeated our modern idea of the buccaneer. From X-marked treasure maps to one-legged pirates, and parrots on shoulders, Stevenson's inventions have influenced writers and filmmakers for years. Disney lovers be grateful, for without Long John Silver, there probably would not be a &lt;a href="http://knowyourmeme.com/system/icons/702/original/pirate_jack_sparrow.jpg?1250747824"&gt;Jack Sparrow&lt;/a&gt;. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4944696757844659773?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4944696757844659773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/treasure-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4944696757844659773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4944696757844659773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/treasure-island.html' title='Treasure Island'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSi85n7E-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/og06HkUYnGg/s72-c/treasure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7838688265660896932</id><published>2011-01-29T16:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:20:53.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion, the Witch &amp; the Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSfpTwVx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/neonK80lxJw/s1600/lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567750571363256290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSfpTwVx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/neonK80lxJw/s320/lion.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 341px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 239px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cslewis.drzeus.net/"&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt;, 1950&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who would suspect that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/englishteastore/turkishdelight2.jpg"&gt;Turkish Delight&lt;/a&gt; could cause such&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a heap of troubles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a strange animated adaptation of this story that creeped me out as a kid, and that might be why it took me twenty-eight years to read this simple little classic. You can definitely see similarities between Lewis and Tolkien (who were friends), although I feel like Lewis was able to break things up a little better. (100 pages is a lot easier to swallow than 400.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I found the story entertaining, I felt the characters lacked depth. It read more like a children's story than the religious allegory I've been told it is (though the religious symbolism is quite obvious). I wanted to know more about &lt;a href="http://www.glogster.com/media/4/16/40/8/16400824.jpg"&gt;Aslan&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.dvdtalk.com/reviews/images/reviews/1/1210039314_3.jpg"&gt;White Witch&lt;/a&gt;; my best bet is probably to bite the bullet and read the full &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/1397/saturday-night-live-snl-digital-short-lazy-sunday"&gt;Chronic-'what'-cles of Narnia&lt;/a&gt;. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7838688265660896932?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7838688265660896932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/lion-witch-wardrobe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7838688265660896932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7838688265660896932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/lion-witch-wardrobe.html' title='The Lion, the Witch &amp; the Wardrobe'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TUSfpTwVx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/neonK80lxJw/s72-c/lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5082215354429182624</id><published>2011-01-29T09:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:20:34.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Looking-Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURGOadPEsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xb6CUeDx2Aw/s1600/Through-the-Looking-glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652252770833090" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURGOadPEsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xb6CUeDx2Aw/s320/Through-the-Looking-glass.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 343px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 232px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lcsna.org/carroll/"&gt;Lewis Carroll&lt;/a&gt;, 1871&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alice finds herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;once again in a strange land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of her own making&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continuation of &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/alices-adventures-in-wonderland.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Alice this time meets the Red Queen and the White Queen, as well as &lt;a href="http://www.knowledgerush.com/wiki_image/d/d5/Tennieldumdee.jpg"&gt;Tweedledum and Tweedledee&lt;/a&gt;. I would guess these few to be the most memorable characters from Carroll's second Alice story, but for the most part, the first story was definitely the more interesting of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From film adaptations, I was expecting the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e3/TheJabberwocky.jpg/250px-TheJabberwocky.jpg"&gt;Jabberwock&lt;/a&gt; to actually appear, but he is only mentioned in a text that Alice reads. Well-known poems include "&lt;a href="http://www.alice-in-wonderland.net/jabberwocky.html"&gt;Jabberwocky&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.poetry-archive.com/c/the_walrus_and_the_carpenter.html"&gt;The Walrus and the Carpenter&lt;/a&gt;". As the first story appears to have been a dream, this story seems to come completely from Alice's imagination when she is wide awake. (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5082215354429182624?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5082215354429182624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/through-looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5082215354429182624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5082215354429182624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the Looking-Glass'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURGOadPEsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xb6CUeDx2Aw/s72-c/Through-the-Looking-glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1119056302693604948</id><published>2011-01-29T09:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:51:44.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five People You Meet in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURFP2Nh4jI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/O9xh_Q_qcEw/s1600/fivepeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURFP2Nh4jI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/O9xh_Q_qcEw/s320/fivepeople.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567651177889391154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mitchalbom.com/"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/a&gt;, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death comes suddenly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and sometimes brings with it life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lessons we must learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A novel by the author of &lt;a href="http://mitchalbom.com/node/3856"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Five People You Meet in Heaven&lt;/i&gt; is an interesting take on what happens when people die. The idea is that five people come and explain your life to you, helping you to understand why things happened, and to help you make sense of things. Some of the people you may never have met, but they somehow played a significant role in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my religious beliefs differ from this idea of heaven, I didn't have any trouble just enjoying the book as fiction and an intriguing story, and I didn't feel like the author was pushing some new theology. In fact, he states in a dedication that his book was written to show people that may feel that their lives are unimportant how profound an effect they have on those around them, and that all of our stories are connected. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1119056302693604948?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1119056302693604948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1119056302693604948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1119056302693604948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.html' title='The Five People You Meet in Heaven'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURFP2Nh4jI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/O9xh_Q_qcEw/s72-c/fivepeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-589747523523546507</id><published>2011-01-29T09:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:20:18.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURDl5Q0CzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pQtBeSsLYQA/s1600/secretgarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567649357642337074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURDl5Q0CzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pQtBeSsLYQA/s320/secretgarden.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 344px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 239px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/burnett/"&gt;Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/a&gt;, 1911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary and Dickon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;help Colin discover a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;longing to survive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mary, a spoiled orphan raised in India, comes to &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/70/Great_Maytham_Hall_Garden_-_geograph.org.uk_-_228928.jpg"&gt;Misselthwaite Manor&lt;/a&gt; to live with her uncle, who she never sees. The story uses the symbol of the garden to showcase the ability of the central characters to find life again, even when it seems impossible. Not only does Mary change, but she finds a way to spread the magic of rejuvenation to her uncle and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mary, but the best character really is Dickon, the boy who lives on the &lt;a href="http://www.theodorstorm.co.uk/i/moor.jpg"&gt;moor&lt;/a&gt; and can talk to animals and plants. He seems like kind of a goober with his strong Yorkshire accent, and his animal friends climbing all over him, but he is the one who convinces Mary and Collin that there is magic to be found in nature, and that it is a part of all of us. (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-589747523523546507?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/589747523523546507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/secret-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/589747523523546507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/589747523523546507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/secret-garden.html' title='The Secret Garden'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURDl5Q0CzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pQtBeSsLYQA/s72-c/secretgarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-3917173043100409264</id><published>2011-01-29T09:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:05:58.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Salesman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURBM76lD3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Vj50zYr9sV4/s1600/death-of-a-salesman-arthur-miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567646729834401650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURBM76lD3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Vj50zYr9sV4/s320/death-of-a-salesman-arthur-miller.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 209px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arthurmiller.org/"&gt;Arthur Miller&lt;/a&gt;, 1949&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attainable goals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;may seem pathetic, but you'll&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;likely have success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Long before reading this, I saw the scene from &lt;i&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/i&gt; where &lt;a href="http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/images/jalexander_375x375.jpg"&gt;George&lt;/a&gt; is compared to Biff Loman, who he describes as "the biggest loser in the history of American literature." This description isn't far off. But I honestly feel that the bigger loser would be his father, Willy. I realize he's the main character, but he's more of an antagonist than anything. Willy's focus is his job, but his real failure in life was as a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He consistently built his sons up to believe that it was more important for them to be popular than for them to work hard. He encouraged stealing and cheating because he thought they could get away with anything if people liked them. He failed to teach them respect. Biff discovers his father's adultery suddenly one night, and this, I would say, has the most profound effect on their relationship. Willy never had his priorities straight. (PG-13)&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-3917173043100409264?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3917173043100409264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-of-salesman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3917173043100409264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3917173043100409264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-of-salesman.html' title='Death of a Salesman'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURBM76lD3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Vj50zYr9sV4/s72-c/death-of-a-salesman-arthur-miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1608398084788664269</id><published>2011-01-29T09:24:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:04:20.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chitty Chitty Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURDKU30PvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/r79jvnVA-r4/s1600/chitbkcover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567648884017348338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURDKU30PvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/r79jvnVA-r4/s320/chitbkcover1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 363px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 253px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ianfleming.com/"&gt;Ian Fleming&lt;/a&gt;, 1964&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life would be so much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;better if we all had our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;own magical car&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, I'd rather not everyone have a magical car. Just me. It's a totally selfish desire, I know, but too bad. I was pretty sad when I started the book and realized that Caractacus Potts was married...and not to &lt;a href="http://images.sabob.com/products/images/1/Sally_Ann_Howes_Movie_Poster_Print_Custom_Framing_Available.jpeg"&gt;Truly Scrumptious&lt;/a&gt;! What's that about? Truly is the best part of the movie, so to have her replaced by "Mimsy" was disappointing to say the least. (Mimsy's character's pretty dull, so I can see why they made Potts a widower in the film.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a fun little story though, (although Truly Scrumptious would have spiced things up a bit) this cute little family bumbling over the &lt;a href="http://uk-shore.com/photos/kent/jossbay00011l.jpg"&gt;English coast&lt;/a&gt; in their flying/sailing car and foiling criminals. And although I was sad about Truly, I was quite relieved that the creepster &lt;a href="http://www.jaynedarcy.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/child_catcher_2.jpg"&gt;child catcher&lt;/a&gt; was not a part of the book. Just a simple children's story from the creator of &lt;a href="http://www.mi6-hq.com/"&gt;James Bond.&lt;/a&gt; (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1608398084788664269?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1608398084788664269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/chitty-chitty-bang-bang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1608398084788664269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1608398084788664269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2011/01/chitty-chitty-bang-bang.html' title='Chitty Chitty Bang Bang'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TURDKU30PvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/r79jvnVA-r4/s72-c/chitbkcover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-427594895320516427</id><published>2010-12-04T09:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:34:28.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPps9McRGnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dQSjn8_8iJU/s1600/odyssey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPps9McRGnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dQSjn8_8iJU/s320/odyssey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546865689627794034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Live/Writer/Homer.htm"&gt;Homer&lt;/a&gt;, ca. 8th century BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Odysseus finds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it more than difficult for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;him to return home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the only version of &lt;i&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/i&gt; that is available to read online is the Roman version, so I spent quite a few chapters wondering who the heck Ulysses was. (Roman is to Greek as Ulysses is to Odysseus). Like I'm supposed to be up on my Roman/Greek counterparts? Either way, Ulysses/Odysseus is not my favorite character. He's arrogant to the point of endangering his men, and still doesn't seem to give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although he's been gone for about twenty years, he doesn't always seem in such a hurry to get home. He shacks up with Circe for a full "twelvemonth" before he decides it's about time to be setting off. And when he &lt;a href="https://pantherfile.uwm.edu/prec/www/course/mythology/1200/2001.jpg"&gt;finally does get back to Ithaca&lt;/a&gt;, he gets revenge. And I'm not talking about toilet-papering some houses; I'm talking straight-up Mel Gibson in &lt;i&gt;The Patriot&lt;/i&gt; with the hatchet: major bloodbath. A little nuts? I think so. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-427594895320516427?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/427594895320516427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/odyssey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/427594895320516427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/427594895320516427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/odyssey.html' title='The Odyssey'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPps9McRGnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dQSjn8_8iJU/s72-c/odyssey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7478397568828414168</id><published>2010-12-04T09:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:30:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As You Like It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpp6Q5RyYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YZ_ZqJ6PuSg/s1600/asyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpp6Q5RyYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YZ_ZqJ6PuSg/s320/asyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546862340748724610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1599&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rosalind dresses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as a man to hide herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and win her true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember this as the play that was used to mirror the situation in &lt;a href="http://www.moviegoods.com/Assets/product_images/1020/206697.1020.A.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never Been Kissed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Although Orlando and Rosalind were not teacher and student...tsk tsk. Not really a classic Shakespearean read for high school students, but &lt;a href="http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/wp-content/uploads/2007/01/michael-vartan-13.JPG"&gt;Michael Vartan&lt;/a&gt; was a pretty hip teacher, all falling in love with &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prqHELfghmA/TJY8sGrLGfI/AAAAAAAAAzo/12966CYrMv0/s320/never-been-kissed.gif"&gt;students in disguise&lt;/a&gt; and crap. Reading this though solved a little mystery for me, as I finally recognized what &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHtv2B3nef4/SKWwfC1dw9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/AbxmbpFkb8k/s400/Gene+Wilder.jpg"&gt;Gene Wilder&lt;/a&gt; was singing in Willy Wonka while he's riding the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Famous speeches abound; make sure you read the section by Jaques that contains "&lt;a href="http://www.artofeurope.com/shakespeare/sha9.htm"&gt;All the world's a stage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofeurope.com/shakespeare/sha9.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". And the third act plays out nicely; I'd love to see this performed. I don't necessarily get the whole Oliver and Celia love at first sight thing, but that's ok. Rosalind absolutely fits in with the rest of Shakespeare's female leads, being about as spunky and clever as they come. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7478397568828414168?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7478397568828414168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-you-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7478397568828414168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7478397568828414168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-you-like-it.html' title='As You Like It'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpp6Q5RyYI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YZ_ZqJ6PuSg/s72-c/asyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4031998656401652511</id><published>2010-12-04T09:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:17:07.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPppHFJAflI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B5621Q-5p6w/s1600/Our-Town-Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPppHFJAflI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B5621Q-5p6w/s320/Our-Town-Final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546861461420146258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thorntonwilder.com/"&gt;Thornton Wilder&lt;/a&gt;, 1938&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gibbs &amp;amp; the Webbs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;are intertwined forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by love &amp;amp; by loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a playwriting class in college we watched a recording of this play, and I remember feeling just as emotional then as I did laying on my couch reading on Saturday morning. Of course this may have something to do with my hormones being out of control at the moment, but I really feel like Wilder has a way ot letting the reader get inside his head. Almost as if he himself was talking outloud, trying to work out his own existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The play portrays everyday people leading normal lives, and yet they come to represent much more as the audience familiarizes themselves and recognizes similarities that we all share. Most people, I think, fit into the 'everyman' category, and so it plays out as a sort of exhibition of life itself and allows each person to explore their own fears and their own insecurities. It's well-written and applicable even seventy years later. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4031998656401652511?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4031998656401652511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4031998656401652511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4031998656401652511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-town.html' title='Our Town'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPppHFJAflI/AAAAAAAAAOU/B5621Q-5p6w/s72-c/Our-Town-Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5292807374861047029</id><published>2010-12-04T09:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:31:12.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpoPBb0YYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/luhVNWPfGUA/s1600/harvey.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546860498352628098" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpoPBb0YYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/luhVNWPfGUA/s320/harvey.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 348px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 221px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cogreatwomen.org/chase.htm"&gt;Mary Chase&lt;/a&gt;, 1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At some point in life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's likely that most of us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;will see white rabbits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like I say this a lot, but I'm not quite sure what to make of this play. It was funny, I guess, but I'm a little lost as to the point. And yes, I'm looking for a point. Always. Was it simply meant as a light-hearted comedy? I was expecting more with it winning the Pulitzer Prize for Drama. Imagining &lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/pictures/2009/8/3/1249311618328/James-Stewart-in-a-public-001.jpg"&gt;Jimmy Stewart&lt;/a&gt; in the lead (because I knew he had starred in a film adaptation) helped a little, but I was ultimately unable to fully enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood P. Dowd, who is "friends" with a six-foot white rabbit, is taken to an asylum by his sister who is embarassed by his behavior. It seems though, that by the end of the play, others can see "Harvey" the rabbit as well. It's possible the ultimate statement is that we're all a little crazy, but the conclusion of the play seemed to wrap itself up way too fast. The significance here is definitely lost on me. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5292807374861047029?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5292807374861047029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/harvey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5292807374861047029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5292807374861047029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/harvey.html' title='Harvey'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpoPBb0YYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/luhVNWPfGUA/s72-c/harvey.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7209399423877995404</id><published>2010-12-04T09:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:10:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Miss Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpnh6Z4iSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/bsO5HUcmE_U/s1600/daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpnh6Z4iSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/bsO5HUcmE_U/s320/daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546859723371350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefsw.org/page/members/elected-members/alfred-uhry"&gt;Alfred Uhry&lt;/a&gt;, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At first, Miss Daisy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;refuses Hoke's help, but time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;forges a strong bond&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's obvious from the beginning that Miss Daisy Werthan is a handful. She's a feisty Southern Jewish woman in her early 70's and she is determined to do everything for herself. Problems occur, naturally, when her son Boolie hires an African-American chauffeur named Hoke to drive his mother. The back-and-forth between these two characters lends itself to fresh dialogue and a fascinating dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.pulitzer.org/bycat/Drama"&gt;Pulitzer Prize-winner&lt;/a&gt; is pretty short, but in a small amount of time is able to show an honesty that doesn't normally exist in modern writing. These two people, thrust together, build a friendship over many years that is so significant because of their many differences. Some of the best stories show people who are completely separated by circumstance and situation becoming a family. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7209399423877995404?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7209399423877995404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/driving-miss-daisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7209399423877995404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7209399423877995404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/driving-miss-daisy.html' title='Driving Miss Daisy'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpnh6Z4iSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/bsO5HUcmE_U/s72-c/daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1853748005451951516</id><published>2010-12-04T08:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T09:06:30.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Tom Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpl2NqwbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oSILncLHWZs/s1600/tomsawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpl2NqwbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oSILncLHWZs/s320/tomsawyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546857873116524258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmgww.com/historic/twain/"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/a&gt;, 1876&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tom &amp;amp; Huck witness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a murder &amp;amp; find themselves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;in grave jeopardy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventures-of-huckleberry-finn.html"&gt;Huck Finn&lt;/a&gt; I was expecting a little more from this book. I guess my mistake came from reading them out of chronological order. Thank you Lizzy, for helping me understand why Tom Sawyer might have had a little less depth to its message. It's basically just a simple mystery story. In fact the deepest thing in this book is probably the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/90/Lake_Itasca_Mississippi_Source.jpg"&gt;Mississippi River&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In truth, I'm not a fan of Tom at all. He's much more obnoxious than Huckleberry, and kind of a brat. (Maybe it's just that age group that I'm not a fan of...) I'm not saying that I don't enjoy the book; it's a fun story and Injun Joe makes a terriffic villain (scenes involving Injun Joe can get a tad grisly), but I would suggest people read Huck Finn over Tom Sawyer. The only "Tom Sawyer" that everyone should experience is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7DFsBcVMDA"&gt;song by Rush&lt;/a&gt;. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1853748005451951516?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1853748005451951516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/adventures-of-tom-sawyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1853748005451951516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1853748005451951516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/adventures-of-tom-sawyer.html' title='The Adventures of Tom Sawyer'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpl2NqwbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/oSILncLHWZs/s72-c/tomsawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1163158841332724721</id><published>2010-12-04T08:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:25:55.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpjfv8LpbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nedqmNe5PMo/s1600/MuchAdo.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546855288156169650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpjfv8LpbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nedqmNe5PMo/s320/MuchAdo.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 377px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 226px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1599&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;False accusations &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;never seem to work out as&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;good as they do here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my favorite Shakespeare play. Hands down. There's a great drama surrounding Claudio &amp;amp; Hero, but the best parts involve Beatrice &amp;amp; Benedick. It manages to be heartbreaking &amp;amp; distressing, and also witty &amp;amp; romantic at the same time. Probably some of the best written dialogue between a male and female lead, and Benedick is by far the most clever of Shakespeare's heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The film with &lt;a href="http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/62/7262-004-4AA9D03A.jpg"&gt;Kenneth Branagh &amp;amp; Emma Thompson&lt;/a&gt; is phenomenal. No exaggeration. There's so much about it that's great: KB &amp;amp; ET have amazing chemistry (they were married at the time), &lt;a href="http://www.playbill.com/images/photo/l/e/leonardfeat200b.jpg"&gt;Robert Sean Leonard&lt;/a&gt; is beautiful as always, &lt;a href="http://www.makli.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/michael_keaton1.jpg"&gt;Michael Keaton&lt;/a&gt; (the best of the old Batmans), &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.lizandlaura.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/denzel-washington.jpg"&gt;Denzel&lt;/a&gt; speaking anything Shakespeare = cool. Three things to overlook: &lt;a href="http://www.movieactors.com/freezeframes5/muchado984.jpeg"&gt;Kate Beckinsale's eyebrows&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sherryndaniel.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/keanu-reeves.jpg"&gt;Keanu Reeves&lt;/a&gt; (obviously), &amp;amp; a plethora of naked bottoms in the opening credits. ...I'm just saying. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1163158841332724721?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1163158841332724721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/much-ado-about-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1163158841332724721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1163158841332724721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpjfv8LpbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nedqmNe5PMo/s72-c/MuchAdo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8211595617759741047</id><published>2010-12-04T08:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:21:33.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll &amp; Mr. Hyde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPph8EuG_eI/AAAAAAAAANs/HUG9mI2vDQI/s1600/dr-jekyll1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546853575747370466" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPph8EuG_eI/AAAAAAAAANs/HUG9mI2vDQI/s320/dr-jekyll1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 196px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robert-louis-stevenson.org/"&gt;Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/a&gt;, 1886&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My father thinks that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jekyll is a glorified&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;form of drug addict&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw the musical version titled &lt;a href="http://jekyll-hyde.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jekyll &amp;amp; Hyde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.iwu.edu/ccenter/students/images/New_York_City_at_night.jpg"&gt;NYC&lt;/a&gt; in 2000 with my dad. The lead was played by &lt;a href="http://www.savioursofrock.com/interviews/images/seb7.jpg"&gt;Sebastian Bach&lt;/a&gt; the former lead singer of &lt;a href="http://www.skidrow.com/"&gt;Skid Row&lt;/a&gt;, but if we had been there just a few months later we would have seen &lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/files/David-Hasselhoff101.jpg"&gt;David Hasselhoff&lt;/a&gt; in his Broadway debut. Some people have all the fun...? The musical ran for a few years on Broadway, but ultimately lost money. Great music...less than stellar story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The theme of the novel is really a simple good vs. evil scenario, the main difference being the idea that good and evil exist in one person and will present themselves with defining features. It's a terrifying thought (although completely implausible). When detailing his downfall, Jekyll said, "The fall seemed natural." If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned. Simple as that. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8211595617759741047?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8211595617759741047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/strange-case-of-dr-jekyll-mr-hyde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8211595617759741047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8211595617759741047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/strange-case-of-dr-jekyll-mr-hyde.html' title='The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll &amp; Mr. Hyde'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPph8EuG_eI/AAAAAAAAANs/HUG9mI2vDQI/s72-c/dr-jekyll1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4246233759405739666</id><published>2010-12-04T08:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:16:31.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Northanger Abbey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpgj4AsGOI/AAAAAAAAANk/OckR16Ggv2g/s1600/northanger-abbey-book-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546852060507150562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpgj4AsGOI/AAAAAAAAANk/OckR16Ggv2g/s320/northanger-abbey-book-cover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 352px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janeausten.org/"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/a&gt;, 1817&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A young female mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;full of imagination:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;asking for trouble&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although I would probably put this in last place of Austen's novels, it's still better than many other books. Being Jane's least best that's like being the worst episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order&lt;/span&gt;. (Still pretty freaking good.) Catherine, the novel's heroine, is a bit ridiculous at times, but you can't quite dislike her. The story is filled with the usual crowd of characters: the tyrannical father, the clever hero, the white trash friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The best part is probably Jane Austen's narration. She says to other writers, "Let us not desert one another; we are an injured body. Although our productions have afforded more extensive and unaffected pleasure than those of any other literary corporation in the world, no species of composition has been so much decried [...] there seems almost a general wish of [...] undervaluing the labour of the novelist, and of slighting the performances which have only genius, wit, and taste to recommend them." (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4246233759405739666?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4246233759405739666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/northanger-abbey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4246233759405739666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4246233759405739666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/12/northanger-abbey.html' title='Northanger Abbey'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TPpgj4AsGOI/AAAAAAAAANk/OckR16Ggv2g/s72-c/northanger-abbey-book-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1509175732970665245</id><published>2010-08-26T20:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:07:39.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pygmalion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THcc-awOnTI/AAAAAAAAANU/1JRZ-GtgWMk/s1600/Pygmalion-PlayCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THcc-awOnTI/AAAAAAAAANU/1JRZ-GtgWMk/s320/Pygmalion-PlayCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509904527770164530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1925/shaw-bio.html"&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/a&gt;, 1913&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A poor flower girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;has the chance to rise above&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;her situation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a little ashamed to admit that I've read this play before and never wondered what the word 'Pygmalion' actually meant, and even more ashamed of my lit teacher who didn't feel it important enough to mention. In Greek mythology, &lt;a href="http://www.decodingtheheavens.com/blog/image.axd?picture=2008%2F11%2F450px-Falconet_-_Pygmalion_%26_Galatee_%281763%29.jpg"&gt;Pygmalion&lt;/a&gt; was a sculptor who fell in love with one of his statues. Venus granted the sculptor's wish, and with Cupid's help, &lt;a href="http://www2.ivcc.edu/gen2002/images/Pygmalion%20and%20Galatea%201.jpg"&gt;the statue was brought to life&lt;/a&gt; and they were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more of a common theme in film and literature than I had previously supposed; this idea of creating a 'Cinderella' and then falling in love with your creation. A sort of backwards &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/frankenstein.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The play doesn't turn out quite like a Cinderella story might, but the ending is left open (if you don't read the unnecessary epilogue). &lt;a href="http://www.doctormacro.com/Images/Posters/M/Poster%20-%20My%20Fair%20Lady_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the musical interpretation, does a great job at leaving the viewer with possibilities. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1509175732970665245?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1509175732970665245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/pygmalion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1509175732970665245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1509175732970665245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/pygmalion.html' title='Pygmalion'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THcc-awOnTI/AAAAAAAAANU/1JRZ-GtgWMk/s72-c/Pygmalion-PlayCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5237938193649050902</id><published>2010-08-26T19:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:09:26.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Center of the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THcbd88TQDI/AAAAAAAAANM/EgT0UmXYito/s1600/journey_to_the_center_of_the_earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509902870500294706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THcbd88TQDI/AAAAAAAAANM/EgT0UmXYito/s320/journey_to_the_center_of_the_earth.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 335px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 233px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julesverne.ca/"&gt;Jules Verne&lt;/a&gt;, 1864&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In Iceland's mountains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the descent begins into&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;an underground world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Axel (whose name I enjoy a lot more in an 1800's German setting) is basically pushed around the entire book by his uncle, the eccentric Professor Otto Liedenbrock, almost until the point of death. I don't really understand why eccentricity allows his uncle to get away with so much. Categorizing someone's complete disregard for others as 'eccentric' is the same as giving them carte blanche to be a poopstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the book is spent in &lt;a href="http://www.sandaigprimary.co.uk/pivot/p6sj/images/deercavesarawak.jpg"&gt;caves&lt;/a&gt; (understandably), and I'll admit to feeling claustrophic just from reading. The idea of zero natural light and getting lost or stuck absolutely terrifies me. It's like being buried alive. By choice. Of his stories, &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/around-world-in-eighty-days.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Around the World in Eighty Days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was more interesting to me. I like Jules Verne, but I wouldn't recommend this as a must-read. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5237938193649050902?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5237938193649050902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/journey-to-center-of-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5237938193649050902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5237938193649050902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/journey-to-center-of-earth.html' title='Journey to the Center of the Earth'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THcbd88TQDI/AAAAAAAAANM/EgT0UmXYito/s72-c/journey_to_the_center_of_the_earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6000448006633512430</id><published>2010-08-22T11:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:40:59.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THFgucVFvuI/AAAAAAAAANE/MMDWGb_dahk/s1600/circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THFgucVFvuI/AAAAAAAAANE/MMDWGb_dahk/s320/circle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508290170245725922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maevebinchy.com/"&gt;Maeve Binchy&lt;/a&gt;, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Benny is the kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of girl who people notice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;after they should have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I first read this as a teenager at the suggestion of my grandma, and I'm happy to say that it continues to get better each time I read it. Binchy does such a teriffic job of making her characters seem very realistic and yet at the same time very fascinating, and the setting of &lt;a href="http://www.oldukphotos.com/graphics/Ireland%20Photos/Co%20Dublin,%20Dublin,%20Upper%20O%27Connell%20Street%201950%27s.jpg"&gt;1950's Ireland&lt;/a&gt; adds exponentially to the charm of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so great to find an author who can deal with inappropriate topics in an appropriate way. She's not a tease; she's straight-forward but lends herself more to character development than explicit detail which is refreshing in this age of tell-all authors. There's something special about &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/ba/Kinvara_Cinn_Mhara.jpg/800px-Kinvara_Cinn_Mhara.jpg"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt; that she's created, and in this case, 596 pages is just not enough. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6000448006633512430?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6000448006633512430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/circle-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6000448006633512430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6000448006633512430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/circle-of-friends.html' title='Circle of Friends'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THFgucVFvuI/AAAAAAAAANE/MMDWGb_dahk/s72-c/circle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7803441274443362284</id><published>2010-08-22T11:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:37:26.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelfth Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THFfMQmEB9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PjKISlIgVJE/s1600/12night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THFfMQmEB9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PjKISlIgVJE/s320/12night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508288483468511186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1601&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's pretty sad when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one can tell a brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sister apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The modern re-telling of &lt;a href="http://www.shestheman-themovie.com/images/stm_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's the Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is close enough. Purists can argue all they want. And I'll admit something: I like &lt;a href="http://www.lasplash.com/uploads/1/stm_seven.gif"&gt;Amanda Bynes&lt;/a&gt;. I think she's funny and I loved &lt;a href="http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/7/H/2/whatagirlwantspubp.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What A Girl Wants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I refuse to be ashamed any longer. And I know I've mentioned before that reading Shakespeare at times just feels like a story being re-hashed (even though his is probably the original), but this comedy just felt like all the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistaken identity, characters disguising themselves as the opposite sex, a semi-humorous troupe of side characters...it almost feels predictable. And we don't get to know Orsino at all which caused the supposed relationship between him and Viola to have almost no development. I know it's a comedy, but I feel like Shakespeare's name attached to it should give it some kind of deeper experience. Perhaps I'm confused. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7803441274443362284?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7803441274443362284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/twelfth-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7803441274443362284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7803441274443362284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/twelfth-night.html' title='Twelfth Night'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/THFfMQmEB9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/PjKISlIgVJE/s72-c/12night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4790333453999451433</id><published>2010-08-11T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:58:43.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bridge of San Luis Rey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TGNTtb0K8rI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OfwpeZ9BGeU/s1600/bridge+of+san+luis+rey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TGNTtb0K8rI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OfwpeZ9BGeU/s320/bridge+of+san+luis+rey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504335209602675378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thorntonwilder.com/"&gt;Thornton Wilder&lt;/a&gt;, 1927&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is life a series&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of unconnected events&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;or is there purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love this idea that Wilder wanted to explore of whether or not things happen for a reason. Not that it's something everyone hasn't thought of at one time or another, but the story did a good job of keeping things unbiased. In fact that's the best part; that Wilder never actually tells us what his opinion is on the subject. It's left open-ended for each reader to determine. The best stories end with possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By leaving the question unanswered, he allowed the main idea of the the story to become more about what happens to the people who are left behind by tragedy. He ends with a quote: "There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning." Living a life without loving or being loved is a lonely existence. (No &lt;a href="http://www.mumbaikar.com/en/media/get/20100212_moulin-rouge.jpg"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/a&gt; reference intended.) (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4790333453999451433?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4790333453999451433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/bridge-of-san-luis-rey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4790333453999451433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4790333453999451433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/bridge-of-san-luis-rey.html' title='The Bridge of San Luis Rey'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TGNTtb0K8rI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OfwpeZ9BGeU/s72-c/bridge+of+san+luis+rey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5129663308406549925</id><published>2010-08-10T19:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:59:52.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankenstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TGIDpNVFuhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NQvT4InbF3o/s1600/frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TGIDpNVFuhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NQvT4InbF3o/s320/frank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503965701087803922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marywshelley.com/"&gt;Mary Shelley&lt;/a&gt;, 1818&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A creature unloved&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by his creator may well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;become a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm pretty sure the reader was set up to feel bad for Dr. Frankenstein, but I confess I actually feel more sympathy for the monster. Frankenstein got this wild idea to create life, and instead of starting slowly with a &lt;a href="http://customersrock.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/bunny.jpg"&gt;bunny&lt;/a&gt; or something, decided to make a person. And of course we wouldn't want to take some time to make him look normal, no, let's just get it done as fast as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein claimed the &lt;a href="http://www.solarnavigator.net/mythology/mythology_images/Frankenstein_monster_Boris_Karloff.jpg"&gt;monster&lt;/a&gt; was evil from the start, but really being abandoned by his thoughtless creator was what did him in. I'm so grateful that I know we have a loving creator who cares about us and who would never leave us. We were made with a purpose and a plan, not just to satisfy the scientific curiosities of a selfish idiot. Playing god never turns out well. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5129663308406549925?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5129663308406549925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/frankenstein.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5129663308406549925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5129663308406549925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/frankenstein.html' title='Frankenstein'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TGIDpNVFuhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NQvT4InbF3o/s72-c/frank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8071630081823650555</id><published>2010-08-07T09:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:06:47.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the World in Eighty Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TF2DPFNDRGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9ywcHjAFy3w/s1600/0451525450.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TF2DPFNDRGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9ywcHjAFy3w/s320/0451525450.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502698614834807906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julesverne.ca/"&gt;Jules Verne&lt;/a&gt;, 1873&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phileas Fogg is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a man to be reckoned with;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he gets what he wants.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was pretty excited to finally read something by Jules Verne, as he is &lt;a href="http://www.alltopmovies.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Doc-Brown.jpg"&gt;Doc Brown&lt;/a&gt;'s favorite author (refer to &lt;a href="http://img.movieberry.com/static/photos/2803/poster.jpg"&gt;Back to the Future Part III&lt;/a&gt;). Doc Brown liked Jules Verne so much (and so did his wife, &lt;a href="http://dylanbradley.com/pictures/Misc%20photos/clara%20clayton.jpg"&gt;Clara&lt;/a&gt;) that he named his two sons Jules and Verne. (I guess it's also possible that Verne is a favorite of &lt;a href="http://theideagirlsays.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/robert-zemeckis-jp-3435.jpg"&gt;Robert Zemeckis&lt;/a&gt;.) Either way, I am now officially a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the story to be light-hearted and quick enough of a read (although a tad packed with cultural references, including a full chapter on &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e419fb40e21cef00VgnVCM1000001f5e340aRCRD"&gt;Mormons&lt;/a&gt;, which in all honesty missed the mark). There's also a bit of a romance, which I guess was supposed to be apparent throughout, but I felt was more than a little downplayed. And it's always great to find an ending that's worth the wait. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8071630081823650555?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8071630081823650555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/around-world-in-eighty-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8071630081823650555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8071630081823650555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/08/around-world-in-eighty-days.html' title='Around the World in Eighty Days'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TF2DPFNDRGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9ywcHjAFy3w/s72-c/0451525450.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7538463504210684037</id><published>2010-07-14T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:04:47.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talented Mr. Ripley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TD6WlA_B6KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0OJR-3r_ylU/s1600/talented-mr-ripley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TD6WlA_B6KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0OJR-3r_ylU/s320/talented-mr-ripley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493994158102276258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksfactory.com/writers/highsmith.htm"&gt;Patricia Highsmith&lt;/a&gt;, 1955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When stealing someone's &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; identity, one murder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;is never enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't decide on a diagnosis for &lt;a href="http://sgnewwave.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/ripley.jpg"&gt;Tom Ripley&lt;/a&gt;. Not that I'm qualified or anything, but I thought maybe I could take some of his issues and find a specific disorder. I was wrong. And maybe that's the way Patricia Highsmith wanted it. It's not necessary to know exactly what made Tom this way, and the not knowing actually makes him less predictable as a character, and in effect, more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not without emotion; he cares what people think about him. But he doesn't feel guilt for what he's done. He doesn't want to get caught, but he doesn't feel remorse. He constantly thinks that people are out to get him, which may just be the product of committing two murders. He feels shame, but not for the murders and he's materialistic to a fault. He's all over the psycho map. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7538463504210684037?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7538463504210684037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/07/talented-mr-ripley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7538463504210684037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7538463504210684037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/07/talented-mr-ripley.html' title='The Talented Mr. Ripley'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TD6WlA_B6KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0OJR-3r_ylU/s72-c/talented-mr-ripley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6679609358357877232</id><published>2010-07-14T22:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:46:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TD6VRh8gusI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZbQ-jWluh_g/s1600/a-little-princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TD6VRh8gusI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZbQ-jWluh_g/s320/a-little-princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493992723841071810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/burnett/"&gt;Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/a&gt;, 1904&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Playing pretend is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the only thing that can save&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a young girl sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My grandma owned the &lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GCPGEEZVL._SL500.jpg"&gt;Shirley Temple movie&lt;/a&gt; based on this book, and I remember watching it often when I would spend the night. I always thought it was so sad (but good), but it was the &lt;a href="http://img.movieberry.com/static/photos/2285/poster.jpg"&gt;1995 film version&lt;/a&gt; that really made me love the story. I was surprised to find that both films were so different from the original story, but I believe they all portray the same theme well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Crewe really was a princess in every sense of the word. Kind, generous, honest...I hope my girls can be like Sarah Crewe. I am determined that this be a must-read in our home. Frances Hodgson Burnett, also the author of &lt;a href="http://kbagdanov.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/the-secret-garden-harperclassics-006440188x-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, has a style that truly makes the reader feel like part of the fantasy, and in fact, like a little girl again. Unless you're a boy. (G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6679609358357877232?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6679609358357877232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6679609358357877232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6679609358357877232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-princess.html' title='A Little Princess'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TD6VRh8gusI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZbQ-jWluh_g/s72-c/a-little-princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4607286208056929195</id><published>2010-06-27T02:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:33:50.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Merchant of Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TCcL1Wz_RSI/AAAAAAAAAME/NsKgHE_pNtc/s1600/merchant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TCcL1Wz_RSI/AAAAAAAAAME/NsKgHE_pNtc/s320/merchant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487367682258847010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1597&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antonio must&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pay his debt to Shylock or&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;one pound of his flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It often occurs when I read Shakespeare that I come upon familiar plot lines or characters that I've read before and I think automatically 'how un-original'. I know that Shakespeare is the true author, but having things retold so many times, it somehow makes the original seem a little trite. I know that doesn't really make any sense, but nobody said it had to. Are there any truly original stories left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to the play, however, I really do like it. I think Portia is a great character, strong on her own, but happy in love. Shakespeare has a way with writing women. Shylock is another great character, but I have to admit that the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_5adzpdkdw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;famous speech&lt;/a&gt; where he quotes: "If you prick us, do we not bleed..." always makes me think of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9RVChMqdqg"&gt;Seinfeld and the nose-pick&lt;/a&gt;. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4607286208056929195?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4607286208056929195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/merchant-of-venice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4607286208056929195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4607286208056929195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/merchant-of-venice.html' title='The Merchant of Venice'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TCcL1Wz_RSI/AAAAAAAAAME/NsKgHE_pNtc/s72-c/merchant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-3609024262566992839</id><published>2010-06-27T02:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:26:56.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call of the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TCcIJa13WYI/AAAAAAAAALc/ATFUKjk6Gz4/s1600/call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TCcIJa13WYI/AAAAAAAAALc/ATFUKjk6Gz4/s320/call.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487363628891330946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacklondon.com/"&gt;Jack London&lt;/a&gt;, 1903&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A domestic pup&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;learns to brave the wilderness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;deep in Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During my many years as an undergraduate, I was assigned to read London's short story &lt;a href="http://www.pagebypagebooks.com/Jack_London/To_Build_a_Fire/To_Build_a_Fire_p1.html"&gt;"To Build A Fire"&lt;/a&gt; more times than I can count and I don't think I ever read it through completely. I regret not giving it a chance, because Jack London (great name, btw...) is a fantastic writer. I don't think I've ever been able to feel &lt;a href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p388067-Denali-Alaskan_wilderness.jpg"&gt;such a wilderness&lt;/a&gt; as London describes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between Buck and John Thornton is such a loving one, and reminds me of &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/grysprs/DADsTransUSATrip_part1?authkey=Gv1sRgCMKjscS9vsKW2gE&amp;amp;feat=email#5379594613408933282"&gt;my father-in-law Gary and his dog Maddy&lt;/a&gt;. Maddy is loyal to a fault and as obedient a dog as I ever saw. I sometimes feel she's jealous of my mother-in-law for making her the #2 woman in Gary's life. Maddy even rides along on cross-country bike trips. Man's best friend... (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-3609024262566992839?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3609024262566992839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/call-of-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3609024262566992839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3609024262566992839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/call-of-wild.html' title='The Call of the Wild'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TCcIJa13WYI/AAAAAAAAALc/ATFUKjk6Gz4/s72-c/call.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4110789533439196823</id><published>2010-06-15T19:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:30:46.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservation Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TBgozJ-VfmI/AAAAAAAAALU/n94-RzHz5v4/s1600/reservation-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TBgozJ-VfmI/AAAAAAAAALU/n94-RzHz5v4/s320/reservation-road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483177405639392866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnburnhamschwartz.com/"&gt;John Burnham Schwartz&lt;/a&gt;, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two fathers' lives are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;forever changed one night by&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senseless tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The main crisis of this book is not a secret. One father, while driving home with his son from a ball game, hits another father's son with his car, killing him instantly, and leaves the scene. It's not a light read. That should be obvious. It's heavy, chock full of grief and turmoil. It took me weeks to finish, and it's not quite 300 pages. Small doses were all I could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one question that stood out in my mind: What would I do? And I put myself in both places. As a member of the grieving family, and as the offender, the one who left and didn't look back. I like to think that I would react differently than each one of them, but the truth is that in real life there is no black and white to a situation like this. Just a lot of &lt;a href="http://darkroom.tellini.info/uploads/nature/GrayDay.jpg"&gt;grey&lt;/a&gt;. (R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4110789533439196823?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4110789533439196823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/reservation-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4110789533439196823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4110789533439196823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/reservation-road.html' title='Reservation Road'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TBgozJ-VfmI/AAAAAAAAALU/n94-RzHz5v4/s72-c/reservation-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-417114631536105056</id><published>2010-06-13T17:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:22:40.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Badge of Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TBVsoeBi89I/AAAAAAAAALM/oWynoCEgo6c/s1600/red-badge-of-courage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482407563903562706" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TBVsoeBi89I/AAAAAAAAALM/oWynoCEgo6c/s320/red-badge-of-courage.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 212px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/crane/index.html"&gt;Stephen Crane&lt;/a&gt;, 1895&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes the only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;real method of survival&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About half-way through the book I learned that a 'red badge of courage' is a wound; a battle scar. Henry, the main character, spends most of the story being ashamed of not having one. I would consider myself lucky, but Henry thought it proved him a coward. Of course he did run at one point, so it would make sense that he would feel a little bit embarassed by his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll probably never understand how a &lt;a href="http://www.old-picture.com/civil-war/pictures/Artillery-Civil-War-001.jpg"&gt;soldier&lt;/a&gt; would feel in a battle, but I'm pretty sure I'd be running. I would straight freak. This is one of the many reasons why I would not make a good police officer. Although I'll admit, I could feel my adrenaline pumping as Cole ordered a team from CTU to take out Jack Bauer the other night on &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/24_poster_image.jpg"&gt;24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It's all a game until someone gets shot. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-417114631536105056?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/417114631536105056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-badge-of-courage_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/417114631536105056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/417114631536105056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-badge-of-courage_13.html' title='The Red Badge of Courage'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/TBVsoeBi89I/AAAAAAAAALM/oWynoCEgo6c/s72-c/red-badge-of-courage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-9034171612413833415</id><published>2010-05-15T23:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:47:07.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Symbol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Ghfvkx_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ieVUWNZnAno/s1600/the_lost_symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Ghfvkx_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ieVUWNZnAno/s320/the_lost_symbol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471739982293288946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/a&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robert Langdon must&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;decipher the clues that will&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;help save his mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;It surprises me that &lt;a href="http://aletheia.se/wp-content/RobertLangdon-LargeFINAL.jpg"&gt;Robert Langdon&lt;/a&gt;, as a character, with all of the harrowing experiences he has under his belt, still isn't able to strip back some of his extreme skepticism. He doesn't seem to have developed as a character at all, and it's disappointing. But Dan Brown writes good thrillers. They're entertaining, even if severely reminiscent of each other, but I think he needs to just stick to the cool thriller parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the best parts of a thriller is the plot twist. And this book's got 'em. Some very predictable. I guessed at the most major twist a fifth of the way into the book. I mean, there are only so many options, so when you introduce a character and give me too much info, things just click. Also, the attempts to enlighten readers with religious theories for the last fifty pages of the book is just boring. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-9034171612413833415?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9034171612413833415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-symbol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/9034171612413833415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/9034171612413833415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-symbol.html' title='The Lost Symbol'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Ghfvkx_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ieVUWNZnAno/s72-c/the_lost_symbol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4717793047288080654</id><published>2010-05-15T23:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:44:07.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--F1m9PQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TOmpcU1abkI/s1600/time-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--F1m9PQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TOmpcU1abkI/s320/time-machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471739228315403186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgwellsusa.50megs.com/"&gt;H. G. Wells&lt;/a&gt;, 1895&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Overzealous men&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;often make decisions which&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;are not the brightest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;The majority of this book is told in first person and contains a continuous stream of description that goes way beyond natural dialogue. I found it difficult to read even one chapter a day, and the book is only about 100 pages long. Although the ideas of the author are interesting, the way in which those ideas are presented might make it hard for some readers to remain attentive. Dialogue is good. When it's actually dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;It's honestly kind of an awful look at the supposed future. Of course, I don't believe for a second that this is what the future holds for humanity, but the idea of time-traveling is an exciting one. This character, however, seemed to take no thought at all for what he was doing. He wanted to explore, but was not prepared, and it seemed he had completely disregarded any possible consequences. Obviously not a &lt;a href="http://customerservicevoodoo.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/boy_scout_with_oath.jpg"&gt;boy scout&lt;/a&gt;. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4717793047288080654?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4717793047288080654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-machine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4717793047288080654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4717793047288080654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-machine.html' title='The Time Machine'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--F1m9PQ7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/TOmpcU1abkI/s72-c/time-machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5550358296055214928</id><published>2010-05-15T23:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:09:18.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Sinatra Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--EnmkWHEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/juiCceNwDyM/s1600/sinatra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471737888181197890" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--EnmkWHEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/juiCceNwDyM/s320/sinatra.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 303px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 208px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petehamill.com/"&gt;Pete Hamill&lt;/a&gt;, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From music to film&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinatra has made his mark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the lives of fans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;My knowledge of &lt;a href="http://reneeashleybaker.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/us-postage-stamp-sinatra.jpg"&gt;Sinatra&lt;/a&gt;'s talent is not what I think it should be, but I've seen &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0056218/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Manchurian  Candidate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so I guess I'm not completely ignorant. I'm also somewhat familiar with the &lt;a href="http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/Rat_Pack-sands.jpg"&gt;Rat Pack&lt;/a&gt;, as my father was a fan of &lt;a href="http://www.blue-eyes.com/magento/media/catalog/product/cache/2/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/f/i/file_6_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robin and the 7 Hoods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (Don't know why, but he was.) I was always a little more into &lt;a href="http://www.biography.com/dead_famous/images/episode_images/Bing_Crosby_320x240.jpg"&gt;Bing Crosby&lt;/a&gt;, sweet little crooner, although they both have lovely eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;The story told of Sinatra's birth and upbringing in &lt;a href="http://www.hobokeni.com/files/u1/hoboken_jc_map.jpg"&gt;Hoboken&lt;/a&gt; is truly a fascinating look at the socio-political climate of the early 20th century. The music of the time, prohibition and immigration all played a part in Sinatra's discovery as a musician and an actor. He claims that his voice is not his instrument. His instrument is the microphone. Although flawed, Sinatra remains as a legend and an inspiration. (R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5550358296055214928?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5550358296055214928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-sinatra-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5550358296055214928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5550358296055214928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-sinatra-matters.html' title='Why Sinatra Matters'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--EnmkWHEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/juiCceNwDyM/s72-c/sinatra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4994602163992364959</id><published>2010-05-15T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:34:47.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride &amp; Prejudice &amp; Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--DaSaSJuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FFDINcNBkmQ/s1600/zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--DaSaSJuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FFDINcNBkmQ/s320/zombies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471736559920359138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janeausten.org/"&gt;Jane Auste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janeausten.org/"&gt;n&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/169377.Seth_Grahame_Smith"&gt;Seth Grahame-Smith&lt;/a&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lizzy and Darcy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;master the deadly arts in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;defense of England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;I have several thoughts about this one. I guess that's not uncommon for me, as these posts are just mindless ramblings most of the time, but I've seriously thought this one out. I was pretty excited to read this book. It's a best-seller, and everyone's wanting to read it, and I thought it was a clever idea. I'm all for something original, something that's semi-violent and witty all at once. And it was. But that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;" align="left"&gt;It's short of amazing. I'll admit, I found myself laughing out loud in the beginning and found the story more enjoyable because I was already well-acquainted with it. But, by changing the characters into zombie slayers, it caused them to lose much of their charm and after about 100 pages, the zombie theme became a little tedious, and unfortunately, the book quickly lost momentum. Read &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/pride-prejudice.html"&gt;the original&lt;/a&gt;. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4994602163992364959?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4994602163992364959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/pride-prejudice-zombies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4994602163992364959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4994602163992364959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/pride-prejudice-zombies.html' title='Pride &amp; Prejudice &amp; Zombies'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--DaSaSJuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FFDINcNBkmQ/s72-c/zombies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-3752777123154150239</id><published>2010-05-15T23:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:30:33.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Cp3QVyeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b4vtpYTZn5U/s1600/shepard_fairey_george_orwell_animal_farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Cp3QVyeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b4vtpYTZn5U/s320/shepard_fairey_george_orwell_animal_farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471735727997176290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.george-orwell.org/"&gt;George Orwell&lt;/a&gt;, 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Animals take charge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and end up becoming that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which they most despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;This is one of those books where there's an uneasy feeling, a sense that something is just not right the entire time. Although, I'm sure that was maybe Orwell's intent, it was still a little unsettling. I love the metaphor that he presents, but I found myself kind of scared. Again, probably the intent of the author. Something about animals talking and being nasty to each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to think it's a happy world between animals, like in &lt;a href="http://crashlanden.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/babe_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Babe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.townofbabylon.com/uploads/calendarimg/charlottes%20web.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so when farm animals start attacking one another, I get kind of creeped out. After reading about sweet little piggies growing up and making friends, it's rather disturbing to see devious little piggies plotting against their fellow animals and walking around on two feet. Bunch of freaks. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-3752777123154150239?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3752777123154150239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/animal-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3752777123154150239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3752777123154150239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/animal-farm.html' title='Animal Farm'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Cp3QVyeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/b4vtpYTZn5U/s72-c/shepard_fairey_george_orwell_animal_farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7441621711920358077</id><published>2010-05-15T23:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:03:45.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice's Adventures in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--BlpPbGlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xyuues4WOU4/s1600/alice06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471734556004129362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--BlpPbGlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xyuues4WOU4/s320/alice06.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 337px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 255px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lewiscarroll.org/"&gt;Lewis Carroll&lt;/a&gt;, 1865&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Down the rabbit hole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alice discovers herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in a strange new place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043274/"&gt;animated Disney version&lt;/a&gt; was never something that I watched as a kid, which probably meant that my mom didn't like it. But there was a &lt;a href="http://www.clown-ministry.com/images/alice-in-wonderland.jpg"&gt;live-action mini-series from 1985&lt;/a&gt; starring some unknown child actress and a host of better-known actors like &lt;a href="http://earlthebutcher.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/scott_baio.jpg"&gt;Scott Baio&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amdest.com/stars/redb.gif"&gt;Red Buttons&lt;/a&gt;. I recently rented it from Netflix, and I realized that it's definitely one of those movies that was only really good when you were five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky for Kurt, I didn't force him to watch the entire thing. (I wasn't so lucky when he rented &lt;a href="http://nymoviereviews.com/wp-content/fantastic.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.) One of the best things about the book was that it felt like I'd already read it. I know that sounds weird, but seeing multiple film versions of this made the book feel like an old friend. I knew all the little poems, and all the funny character quirks. It's strange to have never read a book, but to know the story so well. Which I'm sure is how most people feel about classic literature. Movies... (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7441621711920358077?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7441621711920358077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/alices-adventures-in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7441621711920358077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7441621711920358077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/alices-adventures-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice&apos;s Adventures in Wonderland'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--BlpPbGlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xyuues4WOU4/s72-c/alice06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-9143079176666088426</id><published>2010-05-15T23:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:19:41.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Julius Caesar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Argp2omI/AAAAAAAAAKI/82JlOqdYdKk/s1600/julius.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Argp2omI/AAAAAAAAAKI/82JlOqdYdKk/s320/julius.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471733557266653794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1599&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brutus, anxious to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;defend his republic, helps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;commit a murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is one of the few plays Shakespeare wrote that was based on historical accounts. The story of Julius Caesar, well known in Roman history, is certainly a tragedy. Brutus, one of Caesar’s friends is led to believe that Caesar means to take over Rome as its dictator. Fearful for the effect this will have on his beloved country, Brutus aids in the plot to assassinate Caesar. Caesar, shocked at his friend’s betrayal, speaks the infamous words, “&lt;a href="http://christophersisk.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/funny-pictures-hamster-is-slain-by-brutus.jpg"&gt;Et tu, Brute?&lt;/a&gt;” as Brutus stabs him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://revista.rollolatino.com/files/images/marcanthony.jpg"&gt;Marc Antony&lt;/a&gt;, another friend of Caesar’s is surprised and obviously upset at Brutus’ part in the assassination. But even to the end, Brutus remains convinced that his actions were for the good of Rome. Favorite quote: “Every bondman in his own hand bears the power to cancel his captivity.” &lt;/span&gt;(PG-13)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-9143079176666088426?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9143079176666088426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/julius-caesar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/9143079176666088426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/9143079176666088426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/julius-caesar.html' title='Julius Caesar'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S--Argp2omI/AAAAAAAAAKI/82JlOqdYdKk/s72-c/julius.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1730948905317481207</id><published>2010-04-29T21:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:59:45.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Velveteen Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9pVV4UEbPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KBLeD-j8k5U/s1600/velveteen-rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465774932149693682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9pVV4UEbPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KBLeD-j8k5U/s320/velveteen-rabbit.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 212px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83846.Margery_Williams_Bianco"&gt;Margery Williams&lt;/a&gt;, 1922&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;A special rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; by a child is brought to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; by a fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Something about the idea of stuffed animals and toys being real makes me really happy. I remember believing this as a child (I was possibly influenced by the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113670/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Little Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Not the &lt;a href="http://encoremag.com/images/2009/shirley_temples_the_little_princess_apr2009.jpg"&gt;Shirley Temple version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;.), and this may be why I’m twenty-eight and still have a bucket full of stuffed pigs in our storage closet. It’s a great idea, toys being real, unless the toy’s a clown or a ventriloquist dummy. (Thanks a lot, &lt;a href="http://www.hotmoviesale.com/dvds/74090/1/Goosebumps-Night-Of-The-Living-Dummy.jpg"&gt;R.L. Stine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I can’t imagine being a child, though, and getting sick and having all of my toys burned in a bonfire. Imagine the guilt. My friend Nicole, as a child, would make her bed in the morning and sit her stuffed animals lovingly in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; places. Only she had to switch their places every once in awhile to make it fair for all of them. Remember when Stephanie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092359/"&gt;Full House&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;gave Mr. Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; to Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;? Yeah that was really nice. (G)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1730948905317481207?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1730948905317481207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/velveteen-rabbit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1730948905317481207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1730948905317481207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/velveteen-rabbit.html' title='The Velveteen Rabbit'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9pVV4UEbPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KBLeD-j8k5U/s72-c/velveteen-rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8358644787892601641</id><published>2010-04-29T21:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:51:01.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Sleepy Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9pSxHZNHBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T9VO9loKC3M/s1600/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465772101519350802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9pSxHZNHBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T9VO9loKC3M/s320/sleepy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hudsonvalley.org/historic-sites/washington-irvings-sunnyside"&gt;Washington Irving&lt;/a&gt;, 1820&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Ichabod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Crane has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; deadly encounter with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The Headless Horseman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Told solely from the point of the narrator, it is sans dialogue. It’s a great little short story; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneyshorts.org/years/1949/graphics/legendofsleepyhollow/legendofsleepyhollow1thumb.jpg"&gt;Ichabod&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;and his rivalry with Brom Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;, the local playboy, over Katrina Van Tassel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;, a plump little hood rat. I’ve heard this story so many times, but I still wonder what happened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Ichabod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;. Did he really leave town, or did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Brom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; Bones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;do him in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;? I can’t imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Brom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; threatened by a poor, scrawny teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;One of the best things about the story is the constant description of food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Ichabod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; sees everything for its potential to feed him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;As he passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; the buckwheat fields &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;it says, “…soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty &lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/su/05/01/pancakes-su-1011247-x.jpg"&gt;slap-jacks, well-buttered, and garnished with honey or treacle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;, by the delicate little dimpled hand of Katrina Van Tassel.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;However wonderful, the story version &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;isn’t quite complete without &lt;a href="http://www.biography.com/dead_famous/images/episode_images/Bing_Crosby_320x240.jpg"&gt;Bing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biography.com/dead_famous/images/episode_images/Bing_Crosby_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00b050;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; crooning. (PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8358644787892601641?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8358644787892601641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/legend-of-sleepy-hollow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8358644787892601641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8358644787892601641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/legend-of-sleepy-hollow.html' title='The Legend of Sleepy Hollow'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9pSxHZNHBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T9VO9loKC3M/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8428631117858911715</id><published>2010-04-28T22:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:13:28.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9kON17zNII/AAAAAAAAAJw/65szNiLe5HA/s1600/midsummer-shakespeare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9kON17zNII/AAAAAAAAAJw/65szNiLe5HA/s320/midsummer-shakespeare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465415253769794690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1594&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Puck uses magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; influence mortals and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; them find true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I think of this play, I think of &lt;a href="http://chinhuatw.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/dead_poets_society.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Poet's Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenfilms.com/gcimages/Robert.jpg"&gt;Robert Sean Leonard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’s character, Neil, played Robin a.k.a. Puck and that’s where I first fell in love with him. (Robert Sean Leonard, not Puck.) There’s another movie that includes this play with Kirsten Dunst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, but its name should never be mentioned in the same blog with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. The play is not included in its entirety in either of these films, but there is a recent film version with &lt;a href="http://prideandprejudicefans.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/christian-bale-little-women.jpg"&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepiemaker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/3.jpg"&gt;Anna Friel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that is actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This has been my favorite Shakespeare play to read so far. It was fast-paced, and super clever and witty. It’s just your classic comedy of errors. (Not to be confused with &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/07/comedy-of-errors_21.html"&gt;the play of the same name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.) One thing I love about this play is that everyone ends up happy in the end, but I wonder how happy I would be if I were Helena and the guy I loved only loved me back because of a spell. I guess if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; was Robert Sean Leonard I wouldn’t mind so much. (PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8428631117858911715?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8428631117858911715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/midsummer-nights-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8428631117858911715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8428631117858911715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9kON17zNII/AAAAAAAAAJw/65szNiLe5HA/s72-c/midsummer-shakespeare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1073702523472722925</id><published>2010-04-28T22:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:35:52.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden of Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9kJwm607DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jliWrKwvBZM/s1600/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9kJwm607DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jliWrKwvBZM/s320/garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465410353476463666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.klgoing.com/"&gt;K.L. Going&lt;/a&gt;, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Evie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; has a seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; she hopes will lead her to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; deceased mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Evie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is a young girl whose mother has recently died, and whose father has moved them to a small town in &lt;a href="http://www.thesocietyofnewconcord.org/images/NewConcordFall.jpg"&gt;rural New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. She is obviously not excited about the move and even less excited about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1286/1030438339_aa318e60c0.jpg?v=0"&gt;cemetery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that sits adjacent to their newly acquired property. Within a few days, she learns of a curse on the town that keeps things from growing, meets a dead boy, and receives a special gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s fairly religious in tone, with obvious allusions to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garden_of_Eden"&gt;Garden of Eden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and has a bittersweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ending. I can see this making a cute little movie, but as a book, it felt a little flung together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The characters were a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tad too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; predictable, and although the plot had some interesting twists, I still fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; like there were some major questions that were not answered. And I do not like plot holes… (PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1073702523472722925?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1073702523472722925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/garden-of-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1073702523472722925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1073702523472722925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/garden-of-eve.html' title='The Garden of Eve'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S9kJwm607DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jliWrKwvBZM/s72-c/garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1683720664250089957</id><published>2010-04-25T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:26:53.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S9T2J6IqRVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/u6s84qmCQNI/s1600/51SnpO77qiL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S9T2J6IqRVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/u6s84qmCQNI/s320/51SnpO77qiL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464262897992090962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crichton-official.com/"&gt;Michael Crichton&lt;/a&gt;, 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter takes Amy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his gorilla, on a trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to the jungle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I noticed, after I wrote it, that my haiku made this book sound like a scene straight out of &lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/curiousgeorge/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curious George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Well, Peter is no '&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_py61Z0nx09Y/SE_opfL4NGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ctyohtwfEfM/s320/ngbbs419919db10837.jpg"&gt;Man in the Yellow Hat&lt;/a&gt;', and Amy is nothing like the tiny chimp. In fact, the only commonality between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curious George&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congo&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;a href="http://www.clevver.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/will-ferrell.jpg"&gt;Will Farrell&lt;/a&gt;. He did voice work for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CG&lt;/span&gt; animated film, and played one of the gorillas in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congo&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, have you seen the man's &lt;a href="http://starsmedia.ign.com/stars/image/article/855/855738/will-ferrell-20080228043332232.jpg"&gt;chest hair&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I loved about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congo&lt;/span&gt;, and I guess this applies to Michael Crichton's books in general, is how scientific it was in its approach. The entire time, I'm trying to focus on the plot, but the factual insights really help move the story along. Crichton's description of the Congo region is as an untouched jungle; exciting, but potentially deadly. I think that's what makes it so terrifying: nobody knows which it will be. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1683720664250089957?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1683720664250089957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/congo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1683720664250089957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1683720664250089957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/congo.html' title='Congo'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S9T2J6IqRVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/u6s84qmCQNI/s72-c/51SnpO77qiL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7636489033470664377</id><published>2010-04-17T22:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:37:19.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Macbeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8qKZIky0KI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uUd775ieVtQ/s1600/Macbeth-Essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8qKZIky0KI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uUd775ieVtQ/s320/Macbeth-Essay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461329662543319202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1603&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Told that he will rule,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth allows his lust and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greed to take control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm proud to finally know where the famous "Double, double toil and trouble" quote comes from. (Did anyone else think it was from the &lt;a href="http://ak.buy.com/db_assets/large_images/372/40223372.jpg"&gt;movie with the Olsen twins&lt;/a&gt;?) And you've got to love the curse on theatres that the play supposedly has. While in a theatre, it is bad luck to say the name 'Macbeth' and if performing in the play, you should beware of any misfortunes or accidents that may befall you. Really people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the ultimate question I have about this text is why Macbeth did what he did? He seemed like such a decent fellow to have fallen so far and so quickly. Was it simply greed that made him desire power or was Lady Macbeth more to blame than anyone? She sure wore the &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e5/ConneryKilt.jpg"&gt;kilt&lt;/a&gt; in that relationship. I think the real moral of the story would be to choose carefully when taking a dame. (BTW, I was just kidding about the Olsen twins.) (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7636489033470664377?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7636489033470664377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/macbeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7636489033470664377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7636489033470664377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/macbeth.html' title='Macbeth'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8qKZIky0KI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uUd775ieVtQ/s72-c/Macbeth-Essay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-9015321611867506391</id><published>2010-04-17T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:21:35.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tempest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8qGuW61x5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/MOHmmgMc7xs/s1600/0451527127.01.LZZZZZZZ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8qGuW61x5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/MOHmmgMc7xs/s320/0451527127.01.LZZZZZZZ1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461325629124626322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1610&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prospero uses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel to seek revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on his usurpers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The play centers around Prospero, the former Duke of Milan, whose brother had him exiled. Prospero and his daughter, &lt;a href="http://literaturecompass.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/800px-miranda_-_the_tempest_jww.jpg"&gt;Miranda&lt;/a&gt;, have been living on an island for twelve years plotting revenge. Prospero uses magical powers and a spirit, Ariel, to help him cause a storm that will shipwreck his enemies. (Ariel is a dude, by the way, for those of you imagining a &lt;a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1800000/lilm-the-little-mermaid-1876877-1280-1024.jpg"&gt;well-known mermaid&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I find the entire plot a little without. Without a point? Prospero uses his powers to bring his betrayers to the island. I guess in a way he teaches them a lesson. But that's really where it ends. He screws with them, and then forgives them, and then they all swap ghost stories around the campfire or something. Why didn't he just use his magic to get himself off the freaking island? (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-9015321611867506391?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/9015321611867506391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/tempest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/9015321611867506391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/9015321611867506391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/tempest.html' title='The Tempest'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8qGuW61x5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/MOHmmgMc7xs/s72-c/0451527127.01.LZZZZZZZ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7627036457909127299</id><published>2010-04-17T00:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:53:13.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Effect: Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S8lXeNCBaTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eUGJ3JhUK-I/s1600/masseffect_revelation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S8lXeNCBaTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eUGJ3JhUK-I/s320/masseffect_revelation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460992199569271090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drewkarpyshyn.com/"&gt;Drew Karpyshyn&lt;/a&gt;, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the near future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humans share the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with alien peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My husband, Kurt, had been asking me to read one of these books for months. Finally I broke down and did it. My immediate reaction: Not too bad. This book is the prequel to the story of &lt;a href="http://calilibrarian.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/mass-effect-boxart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mass Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, most popularly known to video game enthusiasts. In fact, shortly after &lt;a href="http://masseffect.bioware.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mass Effect 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was released, I was reading in the break room and I suddenly became pretty popular with the IT guys. Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I found difficult was the lack of development with the characters. They felt one-sided and unwilling or unable to budge from their pre-molded shells. Unfortunately, this led to the demise of the one instance of a semi-romantic story line. Despite the cookie-cutter characters, I felt the technical jargon easy to grasp and was quite proud when I deduced from the various descriptions of interstellar races that the character on the cover of the book was a &lt;a href="http://static2.videogamer.com/videogamer/images/pub/large/mass_effect_turian.jpg"&gt;Turian&lt;/a&gt;. Small victories... (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7627036457909127299?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7627036457909127299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/mass-effect-revelation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7627036457909127299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7627036457909127299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/mass-effect-revelation.html' title='Mass Effect: Revelation'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S8lXeNCBaTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eUGJ3JhUK-I/s72-c/masseffect_revelation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-3625093993796259918</id><published>2010-04-17T00:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:35:48.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Taming of the Shrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8lSYgA0A5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/YD_hLZucAAQ/s1600/taming-of-the-shrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8lSYgA0A5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/YD_hLZucAAQ/s320/taming-of-the-shrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460986604027118482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1590&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate, the shrew, is tamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Petruchio, who proves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many of Shakespeare's plays have inspired film adaptations, and I think &lt;a href="http://moviegasm.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/ten_things_i_hate_about_you_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a pretty decent one. Of course there are parts that have to be changed to fit with modern society, but all in all, it stays pretty close to the original plot. I do remember another adaption though...&lt;a href="http://www.davidandmaddie.com/mldvd/moonlighting_1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moonlighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That's right, the old show with Cybill Shepherd and Bruce Willis. (Not as good...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Taming of the Shrew&lt;/span&gt; is a super clever story, although it's definitely geared for Shakespeare's time. Petruchio basically teaches Kate to obey by abusing her. He starves her, ignores her, and finally wears her down. Things like that wouldn't fly nowadays, no matter how raunchy the wife was. I prefer to see Petruchio and Kate in a more modern setting. Give me a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AIKVRNtJSM"&gt;paint-balling Heath Ledger&lt;/a&gt; any day. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-3625093993796259918?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3625093993796259918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/taming-of-shrew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3625093993796259918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3625093993796259918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/04/taming-of-shrew.html' title='The Taming of the Shrew'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S8lSYgA0A5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/YD_hLZucAAQ/s72-c/taming-of-the-shrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8262589069065088173</id><published>2010-03-13T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:11:02.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizard of Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S5vNT85wPRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oU_l6DVnPH4/s1600-h/wiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S5vNT85wPRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oU_l6DVnPH4/s320/wiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448173916884319506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.literarytraveler.com/literary_articles/l_frank_baum.aspx"&gt;L. Frank Baum&lt;/a&gt;, 1900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorothy is sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to the strange land of Oz, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she longs for Kansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wouldn't normally do this, but I have to admit that the &lt;a href="http://thewizardofoz.warnerbros.com/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; was better than the book. And maybe I'm not giving it a fair shot, but that's my prerogative, as this is my blog. I understand that it could have been written as a serial (and I hope that it was), because it felt like each chapter was an entirely new story. And then this happened...and then this happened! Nothing seemed to flow together besides the wanting to get home part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/The-Wizard-of-Oz.jpg"&gt;Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/a&gt; was disappointing, to say the least, and was only mentioned in one chapter. That's hardly even a stumbling block. I guess I just wanted to get swept away, but I ended up plodding through twenty-four dull chapters. By the way, movie buffs/conspiracy theorists, make sure you get your facts straight. The &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodgoldenguy.com/buddy-ebsen-tin-man.jpg"&gt;original tin man&lt;/a&gt; did not die from the silver paint. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rl9OV3Auts/SwR6OIUZRuI/AAAAAAAAD7g/jBq9SSN2F8c/s1600/barnabydvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barnaby Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, anyone? (G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8262589069065088173?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8262589069065088173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/wizard-of-oz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8262589069065088173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8262589069065088173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/wizard-of-oz.html' title='The Wizard of Oz'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S5vNT85wPRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oU_l6DVnPH4/s72-c/wiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4938084948374641959</id><published>2010-03-07T21:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:36:26.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Death in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S5SEMY-VnNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ro2wxxzOlBU/s1600-h/adeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446123197794983122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S5SEMY-VnNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ro2wxxzOlBU/s320/adeath.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 207px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/ihas/poet/agee.html"&gt;James Agee&lt;/a&gt;, 1956&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A family is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rocked by the sudden death of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their loving father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This book won the &lt;a href="http://www.pulitzer.org/bycat/Fiction"&gt;Pulitzer Prize for Fiction&lt;/a&gt; in 1958. Unfortunately, by this time, Agee was already dead. Slightly ironic, considering the title. At least, I'm pretty sure it's &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/ironic"&gt;ironic&lt;/a&gt;. I'm hesitant to call things ironic nowadays for fear of being called out like people have continued to do to &lt;a href="http://www.alanismorissette.com/"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/a&gt;. Based on Agee's own father's death, the story takes its time getting to the actual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family dynamic in this book was pretty intense at times, especially with the various religious or non-religious views of the different family members. Agee does many things well, but I think the thing he does the best is describe. I could smell and even taste almost everything he described, from food to a grandparent. Some descriptions reminded me of the smell of a &lt;a href="http://whattothink.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/bus_very_crowded.jpg"&gt;crowded bus in a foreign country&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2AS0-fCYnM/STh07kMOwiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Efp4YWYceyc/s320/IMG_7565.JPG"&gt;Woof&lt;/a&gt;. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4938084948374641959?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4938084948374641959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/death-in-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4938084948374641959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4938084948374641959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/03/death-in-family.html' title='A Death in the Family'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S5SEMY-VnNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ro2wxxzOlBU/s72-c/adeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5624256488772942451</id><published>2010-01-21T23:14:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:56:15.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lCVpDsKII/AAAAAAAAAIE/htpSTLQYv4k/s1600-h/Collins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lCVpDsKII/AAAAAAAAAIE/htpSTLQYv4k/s320/Collins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429443765337860226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billy-collins.com/"&gt;Billy Collins&lt;/a&gt;, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you have not read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any poetry by him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you need a spanking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately I noticed a common theme: birds. I just picked up on it while reading this last collection, where several poems mention our feathered friends, and then also discovered a collection published just last year titled &lt;a href="http://cup.columbia.edu/book/978-0-231-15084-2/bright-wings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bright Wings: An Illustrated Anthology of Poems About Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It seems my suspicions were right on the money. I also noticed a few racy word choices in this latest collection. I hope we don't get an illustrated anthology of those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I'll give you a list of my favorites that you can look up. I know there are places you can find these on the internet, but I'm not going to offer hyperlinks because I think you should spend a few bucks to have these in hard copy. In no specific order: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August in Paris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Four-Moon Planet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evasive Maneuvers&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ballistics&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hippos on Holiday&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Effort&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Death of a Next-Door Neighbor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Listening&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bathtub Families&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divorce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Little Piggy Went to Market&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Breather&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, My God!&lt;/span&gt;. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5624256488772942451?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5624256488772942451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/ballistics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5624256488772942451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5624256488772942451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/ballistics.html' title='Ballistics'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lCVpDsKII/AAAAAAAAAIE/htpSTLQYv4k/s72-c/Collins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4686508518442283292</id><published>2010-01-21T23:13:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:31:44.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Yeller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lCFvI-VNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3aNyxsrJdSs/s1600-h/oldyeller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429443492092728530" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lCFvI-VNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3aNyxsrJdSs/s320/oldyeller.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 217px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/authors/3646/Fred_Gipson/index.aspx"&gt;Fred Gipson&lt;/a&gt;, 1956&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;A boy and his dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;brave the wilderness and fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;hydrophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I normally wouldn't do this, but I'm going to give away the ending in this post. If you happen to have not seen the &lt;a href="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/old-yeller-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;, or read the book, or just heard the story, I'm surprised. So...sorry, but the dog dies at the end. In the movie, he gets sick and tries to attack the family, and so the boy has to shoot him, but in the book, they don't wait for him to get sick. My friend Jennifer says forlornly, "They didn't even give him a chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I only saw this movie once, because my mom doesn't like movies where animals (or people) die. We still can't mention the name Maverick without her crying. (He died three years ago.) And not only live-action movies, or non-fiction, but she can't watch &lt;i&gt;The Lion King&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/i&gt;. We've told her the dinos aren't real, but to no avail. P.S. Hydrophobia = Rabies. (PG)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4686508518442283292?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4686508518442283292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-yeller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4686508518442283292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4686508518442283292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/old-yeller.html' title='Old Yeller'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lCFvI-VNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3aNyxsrJdSs/s72-c/oldyeller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-973776284136466706</id><published>2010-01-21T23:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:55:48.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lB16GXsNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_IzfcctjgdA/s1600-h/shooting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lB16GXsNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_IzfcctjgdA/s320/shooting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429443220156690642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.francesdowell.com/"&gt;Frances O'Roark Dowell&lt;/a&gt;, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jamie's brother sends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photographs from Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where he is stationed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's pathetic to me how little I actually know about the Vietnam War. Sure it was before I was born, but I still feel like I should be a little more informed than I currently am. Honestly, though, I don't really have any ties to it; no one from my family served in Vietnam. But even without the ties, I still feel like understanding our history is part of what being an American is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, the young girl in this story, learns about the war in a very personal way. Her brother enlists and is sent to Vietnam, her father is a Colonel stationed in Texas, and she befriends a Private at the rec center where she volunteers. As she struggles to understand why her Pro-Army father would want to keep her brother out of Vietnam, she has her eyes opened to the many tragedies of war. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-973776284136466706?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/973776284136466706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/shooting-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/973776284136466706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/973776284136466706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/shooting-moon.html' title='Shooting the Moon'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lB16GXsNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_IzfcctjgdA/s72-c/shooting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6625878589042796002</id><published>2010-01-21T23:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:25:21.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice &amp; Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBkmsfnBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D1L4ikoBrYc/s1600-h/miceandmen.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429442922890107922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBkmsfnBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D1L4ikoBrYc/s320/miceandmen.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 194px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.steinbeck.org/"&gt;John Steinbeck&lt;/a&gt;, 1937&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George and Lennie are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends who share the common goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to get their own land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know those times when your friend is going to try out for a play, or try to get their novel published, or audition for American Idol...and you just know it's not going to happen, but you feel like you have to support them, so you tell them they're going to do great, but then you feel like a jerk cause you know they got their hopes up and you know they're going to get their little hearts crushed...yeah that's like this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard, because you want everything to go right with Lennie and George, but you know from the beginning that they just don't stand a chance. And it's sad. Not only because you care about them as characters, but because you know that things like this really happened; people really lived like this. It's ridiculous that I think I couldn't live without certain luxuries when others live with nothing. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6625878589042796002?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6625878589042796002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-mice-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6625878589042796002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6625878589042796002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-mice-men.html' title='Of Mice &amp; Men'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBkmsfnBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D1L4ikoBrYc/s72-c/miceandmen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7648141075285510642</id><published>2010-01-21T23:10:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T12:19:19.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picture of Dorian Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBWWT-IvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXEq8gFFvyU/s1600-h/doriangray1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429442677974115058" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBWWT-IvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXEq8gFFvyU/s320/doriangray1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 206px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmgww.com/historic/wilde/"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/a&gt;, 1890&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting to stay young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a painting is the only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proof that he has aged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So two of his plays, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/span&gt; (which I've read) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Ideal Husband&lt;/span&gt; (which I plan to read), are some of the most clever plays I've ever seen. I had heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorian Gray&lt;/span&gt; mentioned before, and knowing nothing about the story, assumed it to be a comedy. The beginning was humorous, and then it started getting a little creepy. And it continued to be creepy, until it finally became gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a problem with gruesome; in fact I love a good horror story, so I was pleasantly surprised. This is the only novel that Oscar Wilde ever published and it contains similar Gothic motifs that can be found in &lt;a href="http://www.poestories.com/"&gt;Poe&lt;/a&gt;'s short stories like &lt;a href="http://poestories.com/read/telltaleheart"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tell-Tale Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://poestories.com/read/amontillado"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cask of Amontillado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (although published nearly 50 years later). It's absolutely horrifying with a perfectly macabre ending. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7648141075285510642?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7648141075285510642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-of-dorian-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7648141075285510642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7648141075285510642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-of-dorian-gray.html' title='The Picture of Dorian Gray'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBWWT-IvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zXEq8gFFvyU/s72-c/doriangray1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7374287860574384668</id><published>2010-01-21T23:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:39:24.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBD0W5h3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/u5SbbclYTUU/s1600-h/the-little-prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429442359621945202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBD0W5h3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/u5SbbclYTUU/s320/the-little-prince.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 208px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westegg.com/exupery/"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupèry&lt;/a&gt;, 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;A young visitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;from another planet finds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;what true friendship means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I knew I'd heard of this book before, but I couldn't remember where until two of my co-workers saw me in the break room reading it and said, "Oh...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le Petit Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;!" French class. That explained the confusion. I think the majority of the plot was lost in translation. It was kind of funny and clever at first, but then after a few pages, it just kept getting weirder and weirder. And weirder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if '&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/weirder"&gt;weirder&lt;/a&gt;' is a word. Probably more correct to say 'more weird', but I never claimed to be more correct. (Just correct most of the time.) With all the princes and kings and planets in this story, I was reminded of a slightly odd video game called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwhFH75OCDs"&gt;Beautiful Katamari&lt;/a&gt;. See, even the video game it resembles is weird. There's really no easy way to say this. I have no idea what this story was about. (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7374287860574384668?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7374287860574384668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7374287860574384668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7374287860574384668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-prince.html' title='The Little Prince'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lBD0W5h3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/u5SbbclYTUU/s72-c/the-little-prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-773594070123750958</id><published>2010-01-21T23:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:54:34.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAzwVl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WFKM64HjbMU/s1600-h/wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAzwVl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WFKM64HjbMU/s320/wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429442083664817554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aprilynnepike.com/"&gt;Aprilynne Pike&lt;/a&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laurel discovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that she is a plant and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fairy all in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started reading this one night, and quickly noticed some oddly spelled words. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memorise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;programme&lt;/span&gt;. It really bothered me. I'm thinking, 'Where does this chick get off? Is she trying to be unique or something?' I even showed my husband, who echoed my frustration. The next day I realized I was reading the &lt;a href="http://i806.photobucket.com/albums/yy344/Rlilac/wingsUK.jpg"&gt;British copy&lt;/a&gt;. Needless to say, I felt like quite a wiener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this at the suggestion of my best friend, whose cousin happens to be the author. That's right, I've got connections...and I'm about to destroy them. Laurel, the main character, is just flat out ridiculous. She's basically a supermodel that never needs to wash her hair, and happens to have a perfect figure. And did I mention she never gets cramps? Great fiction, to me, is all about relatability. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-773594070123750958?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/773594070123750958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/773594070123750958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/773594070123750958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/wings.html' title='Wings'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAzwVl7ZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WFKM64HjbMU/s72-c/wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6265871145090686052</id><published>2010-01-21T23:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:32:50.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ida B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAkD7i-mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/car_4KP6iPM/s1600-h/idab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429441814046374498" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAkD7i-mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/car_4KP6iPM/s320/idab.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 218px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookbrowse.com/author_interviews/full/index.cfm?author_number=1055"&gt;Katherine Hannigan&lt;/a&gt;, 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A home-schooled youngster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is sent back to school when her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mother gets cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the main character in this book reminds me a lot of India Opal from &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-of-winn-dixie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of Winn-Dixie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a little interesting, since Kate DiCamillo wrote a little blurb that's on the front cover. Wouldn't that be funny if Katherine Hannigan and Kate DiCamillo were the same person, and she just kept writing similar books and promoting them in turn? Hey...I'm laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All joking aside, it's a decent little book. While reading, I pictured Ida B as &lt;a href="http://vinyarb.com/joomla/images/stories/up%20ellie%20%20carl.jpg"&gt;Ellie&lt;/a&gt; from the Pixar movie &lt;a href="http://hisfamealone.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/up1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Crazy, kind of wild look about her, always looking for a new adventure and seeming to get into a lot of trouble...you know the type. I especially liked how nothing ended up perfectly at the end. She made messes that didn't get cleaned up. It's refreshing to read something so realistic in its resolve. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6265871145090686052?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6265871145090686052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/ida-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6265871145090686052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6265871145090686052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/ida-b.html' title='Ida B'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAkD7i-mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/car_4KP6iPM/s72-c/idab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1933117786577462002</id><published>2010-01-21T22:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:30:16.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Island of the Blue Dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAT111iBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lk5mvYiFK_E/s1600-h/islandsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429441535386421266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAT111iBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lk5mvYiFK_E/s320/islandsc.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 224px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scottodell.com/"&gt;Scott O'Dell&lt;/a&gt;, 1960&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A young girl is left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by her people and forced to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;survive on her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember reading this is elementary school and thinking it was really cool. Probably because it was based on a true story and things like that always fascinate me. A girl, left by her people on the island where they lived has to find a way to survive on her own. (Lucky she already knew how to find food.) If it were me left on a deserted island, I would be dead within a week. And that's just reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of reminds me of the movie &lt;a href="http://www.altfg.com/Stars/c/cast-away-tom-hanks-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in a sense. Of course, like I said, the girl had already lived on the island, and knew how to live off of the land. There were no &lt;a href="http://www.logodesignworks.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/castaway-wilson-ball-logo.jpg"&gt;volleyballs&lt;/a&gt; involved, but she did start talking to animals. (Can you blame her?) It's kind of a messed up story, though. I don't understand why the boat couldn't have just waited a few more minutes. It's all her brother's fault. Punk. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1933117786577462002?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1933117786577462002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/island-of-blue-dolphins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1933117786577462002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1933117786577462002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/island-of-blue-dolphins.html' title='Island of the Blue Dolphins'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S1lAT111iBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lk5mvYiFK_E/s72-c/islandsc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-3603461747772758183</id><published>2010-01-17T22:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:27:41.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1Pzw7RXVdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jyjdYk635Lo/s1600-h/christmas-carol-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427949997781374418" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1Pzw7RXVdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jyjdYk635Lo/s320/christmas-carol-2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 194px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://charlesdickenspage.com/"&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/a&gt;, 1843&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ebenezer Scrooge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is visited by three ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who know his errors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Scrooge is probably one of the most pathetic characters ever created. You don't really like him in the beginning of the story, but you feel bad for him, and by the end you love him. There is something relatable about a man turned cold by his own decisions and the treatment of others. If you ever feel like you're becoming like him, you should remember two words: &lt;a href="http://www.acartoonchristmas.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/mickey-tiny-tim.jpg"&gt;Tiny Tim&lt;/a&gt;. That should bring you back to your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this right before Christmas and thought it would be fun to also watch one of the film versions, so we borrowed &lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/muppet/images/b/be/Mxcposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from our friends and watched &lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7300000/Young-Michael-Caine-michael-caine-7378235-210-287.jpg"&gt;Michael Caine&lt;/a&gt; (I love him) play the part of Scrooge so perfectly. There are quite a few actors who have attempted this role, but I think he plays it the best. Although I can imagine &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7GF2kkMcTKc/SyaqtiJFONI/AAAAAAAAfU4/zT8578gw5A0/s1600-h/fictional_1.jpg"&gt;Albert Finney&lt;/a&gt; did quite well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-3603461747772758183?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3603461747772758183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-carol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3603461747772758183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3603461747772758183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-carol.html' title='A Christmas Carol'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1Pzw7RXVdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jyjdYk635Lo/s72-c/christmas-carol-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4172256761221016455</id><published>2010-01-17T22:30:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:25:20.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte's Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PyKO2wzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PsteN4sAEXM/s1600-h/charlott.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427948233511980178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PyKO2wzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PsteN4sAEXM/s320/charlott.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eduplace.com/kids/tnc/mtai/white.html"&gt;E.B. White&lt;/a&gt;, 1952&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wilbur gets help from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a spider, who uses her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skills to save his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember watching the old animated version of this story as a child (my mom loves &lt;a href="http://www.gonemovies.com/www/mywebfilms/drama/SingingKathy.jpg"&gt;Debbie Reynolds&lt;/a&gt;), and reading the book for the first time, I felt like I was watching it all over again. It's such a cute little story with all the farm animals, and yet at the same time it's kind of melancholy. Life changes, and we grow up and lose people we love, and it's kind of rough at times. That's what it's really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/kidstvmovies/1/0/j/5/cw002.jpg"&gt;Wilbur&lt;/a&gt;, honestly, is ridiculous. I don't know what it was that made Charlotte grow so fond of him, other than the fact that he was completely helpless. He is some pig, though. Even Fern forgot about him after a while, chasing off after Henry Fussy. (Anyone else think she was kind of young to be daydreaming about boys?) The best character, hands down, is still &lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/templeton+the+rat+/lonesomezoop/Miscellaneous/Templeton.jpg"&gt;Templeton&lt;/a&gt;. (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4172256761221016455?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4172256761221016455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/charlottes-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4172256761221016455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4172256761221016455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/charlottes-web.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Web'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PyKO2wzJI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PsteN4sAEXM/s72-c/charlott.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6811881492044938066</id><published>2010-01-17T22:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:53:20.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Dust &amp; the Quest for the Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1Pw9nApg6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/87yC9_TMBwE/s1600-h/fairydust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1Pw9nApg6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/87yC9_TMBwE/s320/fairydust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427946917145969570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gailcarsonlevine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gail Carson Levine&lt;/a&gt;, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A brand new fairy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uncertain of her talent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helps save Mother Dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's about fairies. So what? My best friend is having a little girl in a few months and they're decorating her room like a fairy garden...and I think it's cute! Am I really into fairies? No. Have I ever been into fairies? No. Doesn't mean I can't read a book about them. The author has taken some liberties with the original stories of &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/J._M._Barrie_in_1901.jpg"&gt;Mr. Barrie&lt;/a&gt;, but I think they work all right, although the book is a little silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illustrations, which were done by &lt;a href="http://www.everypicture.com/show_artist.php?id=230&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;sc=1"&gt;David Christiana&lt;/a&gt;, are so pretty...it's seriously a treat to turn each page and just look at what he's created. (Although the drawings of Captain Hook are hideous...with reason, I assume.) I also appreciate the insight that Levine provided into &lt;a href="http://stackingpennies.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/tinkerbell.jpg"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/a&gt;. Mostly shown as jealous and loyal to a fault, it was nice to see a softer side. (G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6811881492044938066?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6811881492044938066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/fairy-dust-quest-for-egg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6811881492044938066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6811881492044938066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/fairy-dust-quest-for-egg.html' title='Fairy Dust &amp; the Quest for the Egg'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1Pw9nApg6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/87yC9_TMBwE/s72-c/fairydust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1821107248435329252</id><published>2010-01-17T22:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:18:54.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PvsIxCWNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yeFSE-M18iE/s1600-h/deception_point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427945517458020562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PvsIxCWNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yeFSE-M18iE/s320/deception_point.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 331px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 183px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/a&gt;, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Milne Ice Shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NASA finds a meteor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which has proof of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think reading Dan Brown is pretty enjoyable. He doesn't take a lot of effort, and he's somewhat intense. Yes, any average reader can get through his books. They're kind of fluffy. I mean, not completely fluffy, but a little. One nice thing about reading his books is that you know you'll probably learn something new, whether it's about history or science, etc. Important? Most likely not. But new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a good old time, just jamming through the 700+ pages, and I was impressed by how appropriate the content was. I've read &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-vinci-code.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and it was pretty tame, but you never know. I had read a little over halfway and was feeling quite confident, when all of a sudden, he throws down a bunch of F-words in one chapter. Nowhere else in the story, just that one chapter. Totally random. And gratuitous? (R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1821107248435329252?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1821107248435329252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/deception-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1821107248435329252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1821107248435329252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/deception-point.html' title='Deception Point'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PvsIxCWNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yeFSE-M18iE/s72-c/deception_point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8385844769325199213</id><published>2010-01-17T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:16:59.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coraline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PulSTzbuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GbKDWny-DyE/s1600-h/coraline-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427944300249050850" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PulSTzbuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GbKDWny-DyE/s320/coraline-book.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt;, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through a locked door there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is another mother who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is waiting to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Neil Gaiman is also the author of &lt;a href="http://www.stardustmovie.com/index2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I've yet to read, but the movie was original and fun, and so I thought maybe this book might be somewhat similar...and it would have been, if I wasn't wanting to cry out in terror the entire time. It was original, but fun...I don't know. At first glance it's an interesting little story about a child caught between two worlds, but then it starts getting creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the beetle-eating mother and the button eyes, my face was almost permanently frozen in disgust. It's supposed to be a kind of horror story, and it definitely fit the bill. Even the end of the book reminded of the final scene from &lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/r/images/ring-2-2004-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ring 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where Naomi Watts locks Samara in the well...don't ask why I've seen that movie. (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8385844769325199213?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8385844769325199213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/coraline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8385844769325199213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8385844769325199213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/coraline.html' title='Coraline'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/S1PulSTzbuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GbKDWny-DyE/s72-c/coraline-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5137666690172862891</id><published>2010-01-10T23:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:42:38.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invention of Hugo Cabret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0rCUr_V4kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/z4hBWtGAbtc/s1600-h/hugocabret.jpg" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425362361782755906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0rCUr_V4kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/z4hBWtGAbtc/s320/hugocabret.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 206px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinventionofhugocabret.com/intro_flash.htm"&gt;Brian Selznick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugo, an orphan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;winds the clocks, and meets a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;who hides a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ever since I saw this book on my friend's shelf I'd wanted to read it. It's a fat book, about 500 pages, but the majority of the pages are pictures. Kind of a similar style as &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-loud-incredibly-close.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extremely Loud &amp;amp; Incredibly Close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, except this book is for young adult readers, and not set in modern times. It's not often you find a work of historical fiction set in 1930's Paris that is geared for younger readers and contains drawings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Winner of the Caldecott Medal, this story is based on the life of &lt;a href="http://bibliocriptana.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/georges-melies.jpg"&gt;Georges M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibliocriptana.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/georges-melies.jpg"&gt;éliès&lt;/a&gt;, an inventor/early film-maker. At the time of the story, &lt;/span&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;éliès is already an old man, and the boy that meets him has unintentionally come upon one of his long-lost inventions. This was the first time I'd heard of an &lt;a href="http://eecs.vuse.vanderbilt.edu/research/airg/automaton-orig.jpg"&gt;automaton&lt;/a&gt;, and I'm still trying to figure out what the point of one (other than as a random toy) would be. (PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5137666690172862891?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5137666690172862891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/invention-of-hugo-cabret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5137666690172862891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5137666690172862891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/invention-of-hugo-cabret.html' title='The Invention of Hugo Cabret'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0rCUr_V4kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/z4hBWtGAbtc/s72-c/hugocabret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-2090373562485917910</id><published>2010-01-05T21:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:52:06.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Unfortunate Events: Book the First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QOaOhhz8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/AqF7lNL2hOY/s1600-h/events.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QOaOhhz8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/AqF7lNL2hOY/s320/events.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423475694999031746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemonysnicket.com/"&gt;Lemony Snicket&lt;/a&gt;, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Baudelaire kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go to live with Count Olaf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a total creepster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember my mom talking about these books, and also my Young Adult Lit class in college, and thinking the whole Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler thing was pretty sweet. You don't see many pen names nowadays... (If I ever use a pen name, it will be &lt;a href="http://bayimg.com/image/eaeflaaco.jpg"&gt;Nikki Heat&lt;/a&gt;. *wink wink* to all you &lt;a href="http://mytakeontv.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fans out there.) I liked the sort of gothic punk feel to this book, with its quirky writing and dark humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing &lt;a href="http://entimg.msn.com/i/pro/WinterMovie/pg/lemonysnicket.jpg"&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/a&gt; in previews for the film they made and he's about as nasty as I imagined Count Olaf looking while I was reading. Count Olaf's definitely a creepy villain, but he's not just weird, he's downright nasty. He's an old man trying to trick this 14-year-old girl into marrying him...not ok. Maybe I take things a little too far, but his intentions made me slightly uncomfortable. (G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-2090373562485917910?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2090373562485917910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/series-of-unfortunate-events-book-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2090373562485917910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2090373562485917910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/series-of-unfortunate-events-book-first.html' title='A Series of Unfortunate Events: Book the First'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QOaOhhz8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/AqF7lNL2hOY/s72-c/events.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5932034212719183196</id><published>2010-01-05T21:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:08:28.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gatsby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QNYxlSomI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ETHxNzmh9UI/s1600-h/gatsby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423474570538689122" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QNYxlSomI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ETHxNzmh9UI/s320/gatsby.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sc.edu/fitzgerald/"&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/a&gt;, 1925&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gatsby tries to win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daisy's affections through wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with tragic results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was kind of surprised when my sister-in-law, Robyn, told me that this was one of her favorite books in high school. I thought everyone was like me and got fed up with the symbolism and decided to just skim the pages. Turns out some people actually read the books they were assigned. Her devotion to the book was appealing, so I found an old copy on my mother-in-law's shelf and gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time while I was reading, I couldn't tell if I was enjoying the story or not. I felt pretty much indifferent, but I figured it could go either way. During the last chapter, I struggled to contain my emotions, and when I finally closed the book, I cried. Not just for a second, but for like 30 minutes. Or more. I don't think I've ever grown to love a character more in the last ten pages of a book. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5932034212719183196?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5932034212719183196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-gatsby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5932034212719183196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5932034212719183196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-gatsby.html' title='The Great Gatsby'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QNYxlSomI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ETHxNzmh9UI/s72-c/gatsby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-313407117437002338</id><published>2010-01-05T21:03:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:43:31.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Winn-Dixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QMg5QLmwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v3IASiuLJCY/s1600-h/because-of-winn-dixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423473610524957442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QMg5QLmwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v3IASiuLJCY/s320/because-of-winn-dixie.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 246px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katedicamillo.com/"&gt;Kate DiCamillo&lt;/a&gt;, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;India Opal's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stray dog helps her overcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her abandonment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;India Opal Buloni. A name one could only find in Naomi, Florida (a fictional town). Other than her flower child name, India Opal is an extremely likeable character. (Lately, I feel like all the little girls in stories I read are exactly like this one and that they all speak with southern accents.) She becomes even more likeable after she names the dog she found after the grocery in which she found him (&lt;a href="http://www.extremeneworleans.com/images/suppliers/winndixie.jpg"&gt;Winn-Dixie&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is filled with odd folks from her neighborhood, reminiscent of &lt;a href="http://www.trashionista.com/images/wheretheheartis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Heart Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who she befriends in turn. Winn-Dixie (the dog, not the store) is the one who really helped the girl make friends, creating circumstances that allow the people of this small town to interweave themselves into each other's lives. It's a reminder that everyone has a story and needs someone to share it with. (G) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-313407117437002338?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/313407117437002338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-of-winn-dixie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/313407117437002338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/313407117437002338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-of-winn-dixie.html' title='Because of Winn-Dixie'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S0QMg5QLmwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/v3IASiuLJCY/s72-c/because-of-winn-dixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4806731091430330611</id><published>2009-12-23T22:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:51:15.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Othello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzL7ZkVhi6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/vYKnxs0vr9Q/s1600-h/othello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzL7ZkVhi6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/vYKnxs0vr9Q/s320/othello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418669718349384610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shakespeare-online.com/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1603&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If Othello was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not so gullible, none of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this would have happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's true that Iago's a pretty bad duder. Probably one of the sneakiest villains ever. The problem I have is that Iago really didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; anything. There were no physical actions of evil perpetrated by Iago. (Ok, maybe speaking is an action...) But, my point is that everything bad that happened, happened at each person's own hands. Iago's like Satan, talking them into following their own crazy notions to their demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about choices. About people so caught up by greed and jealousy and rage (everyone in this story needs anger management bad...) that they let those feelings blind them to reality. If Othello had stopped and taken a breath for like five minutes, he probably would have figured out that Desdemona was telling him the truth the whole time. Guess that's why it's called a tragedy. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4806731091430330611?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4806731091430330611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/othello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4806731091430330611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4806731091430330611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/othello.html' title='Othello'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzL7ZkVhi6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/vYKnxs0vr9Q/s72-c/othello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-3250577599765542138</id><published>2009-12-23T22:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:02:43.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Persuasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzL6TywKa1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qrJdXlwEc7I/s1600-h/persuasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418668519628368722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzL6TywKa1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qrJdXlwEc7I/s320/persuasion.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 206px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janeausten.org/"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/a&gt;, 1818&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After seven years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is there a remote chance that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he could still love her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It seems almost impossible that a person like Anne Elliott could come from such a horrible family. Of course we never know her mother, but her father and both of her sisters, (even their family friend, Lady Russell) are complete poops. They're the kind of people that constantly find fault with everyone else, when they're not all that hot to trot themselves. Bunch of punks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne and Captain Wentworth are definitely one of my favorite Austen duos. They hardly talk the entire novel and when they do it's so tense and awkward, but I really felt a connection with this character. This has nothing to do with my life experience; it's simply the beauty of Jane Austen's writing. Something cool: &lt;a href="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/wentworth-miller/wentworth-miller-20070906-307897.jpg"&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/1Qq7sEg3ESN*hhNDmCfyyMGFk9ZXde0hK2DWUsNAFuVG8qZLpuKjBDVfXxnzBpfN-JN6W4C9Vw1bYMWmXNxtrM7sacE6-2Zo/PrisonBreak_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) was named after the hero of this book. Pretty sweet, huh? (PG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-3250577599765542138?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3250577599765542138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/persuasion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3250577599765542138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3250577599765542138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/persuasion.html' title='Persuasion'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzL6TywKa1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qrJdXlwEc7I/s72-c/persuasion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-4978446707929582839</id><published>2009-12-21T21:08:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:50:40.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sonnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBGaXnPqYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qHGjLqz4Gno/s1600-h/sonnets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBGaXnPqYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qHGjLqz4Gno/s320/sonnets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417907770555869570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shakespeare-online.com/"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;, 1609&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No haiku I write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could hope to measure up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shakespeare's worst sonnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I decided I hadn't read enough of Shakespeare and set a goal to read ten sonnets everyday at work. The best part is that his complete works are available &lt;a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt; for anyone to read at their leisure. Ten sonnets a day worked pretty well for me, and in a couple of weeks I was finished. Most of them I could decipher, but there were a few I had to look up modern translations for. (Please, like you wouldn't?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I managed to do while reading was keep a running list of my favorite sonnets. In all reality, this might just be a list of sonnets that I was able to understand without much trouble. XXVII, XXV, XXIX, LX, LXXXVIII, XCIV, CVI, CXVI, and CXXX. If you have difficulties with roman numerals (which I do), I apologize, but these are worth looking up. P.S. I believe in Shakespeare...not the &lt;a href="http://www.fbrt.org.uk/pages/essays/essay-bacon-shakespeare.html"&gt;Baconian Theory&lt;/a&gt;. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-4978446707929582839?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/4978446707929582839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonnets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4978446707929582839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/4978446707929582839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonnets.html' title='The Sonnets'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBGaXnPqYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qHGjLqz4Gno/s72-c/sonnets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6529807947537674065</id><published>2009-12-21T21:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:50:25.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBFcruvJ8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/y5JMc8F1ciU/s1600-h/catchingfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBFcruvJ8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/y5JMc8F1ciU/s320/catchingfire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417906710804113346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suzannecollinsbooks.com/"&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/a&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katniss and Peeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;find their families and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in grave jeopardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the time I was one chapter into &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunger-games.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I was already wishing the second book in the series was published. Kurt felt the same way. (I got him to read it a few months after I did.) We bought this book within a few days of its release, and I've had several co-workers start this series at my suggestion. Of course they're all upset that the third book won't be out for a while, but they'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the things I like about this series: I feel like pretty much anyone would like it, if not find it mildly entertaining. I still love the delivery in present tense, and think the characters and the world that they live in are one-of-a-kind. I'm still not sure if I prefer Peeta to Gale, but I'll wait and see how the third book goes. The third book in the series (not yet titled) is set for release in August 2010. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6529807947537674065?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6529807947537674065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6529807947537674065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6529807947537674065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/catching-fire.html' title='Catching Fire'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBFcruvJ8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/y5JMc8F1ciU/s72-c/catchingfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5720779293978000493</id><published>2009-12-21T20:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:50:03.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman: Hush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBEdDRryiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q644uAHHquw/s1600-h/BatmanHush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBEdDRryiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q644uAHHquw/s320/BatmanHush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417905617613081122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeph_Loeb"&gt;Jeph Loeb&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Lee"&gt;Jim Lee&lt;/a&gt;, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Caped Crusader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;struggles with betrayal and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feline emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't find out what a graphic novel was until college. (Thanks goes to &lt;a href="http://www.mikelaughead.com/"&gt;Mike Laughead&lt;/a&gt; for showing me &lt;a href="http://warthroughthegenerations.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/maus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which is still on my to-read list.) There are multiple interpretations about the difference between graphic novels and comic books, but let's just say that graphic novels tend to have complete stories, instead of smaller installments, and they usually deal with more serious themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm classifying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hush&lt;/span&gt; as a graphic novel is because it is a collection of monthly installments published in one book. And that's what Kurt calls it. Otherwise, I would just say comic book. Let's call it a Comic Novel. It was a rewarding experience for me; all the familiar characters, plus some new ones, a little bat on cat action, and Jim Lee's incredible artwork. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5720779293978000493?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5720779293978000493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/batman-hush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5720779293978000493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5720779293978000493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/batman-hush.html' title='Batman: Hush'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SzBEdDRryiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Q644uAHHquw/s72-c/BatmanHush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-2970727606686323865</id><published>2009-12-17T19:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:49:41.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ender's Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Syrqvfbm4aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U6GqnQOdTEE/s1600-h/enders-game.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Syrqvfbm4aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U6GqnQOdTEE/s320/enders-game.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416399603478487458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatrack.com/"&gt;Orson Scott Card&lt;/a&gt;, 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A small boy must save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the world from giant space bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the near future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During my last semester at BYU-Idaho, Orson Scott Card came to present a Forum and speak at a Pre-Professional Conference for my department. I attended the meeting in the morning at the PPC and later in the afternoon attended the Forum like many students. But, I also had the opportunity to attend a small luncheon with the few other members of my Humanities Seminar. I basically stalked OSC for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of my friends have suggested that I read this book, but it wasn't until our last vacation to California that Kurt (my husband) took the initiative and bought a copy to read for himself. When he finished it three days after starting, I knew it was time for me to give it a shot. Sci-Fi's not my favorite, but I found myself easily engaged and rooting for this somewhat helpless character. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-2970727606686323865?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2970727606686323865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/enders-game.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2970727606686323865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2970727606686323865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/enders-game.html' title='Ender&apos;s Game'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Syrqvfbm4aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/U6GqnQOdTEE/s72-c/enders-game.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-366859714153094182</id><published>2009-12-16T20:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:52:00.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SymgJsfaeiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qjGDmIvzM4s/s1600-h/on-writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416036115311917602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SymgJsfaeiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qjGDmIvzM4s/s320/on-writing.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 197px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stephenking.com/index.html"&gt;Stephen King&lt;/a&gt;, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Master of suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gives suggestions on writing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memoir included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Interestingly enough, this is the first book by Stephen King that I've ever read. I've seen a few movies based on his works: &lt;a href="http://img.filmous.com/static/photos/335/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Green Mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.best-horror-movies.com/images/it-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cmsof.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://movieclub.merseyblogs.co.uk/shawshank.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.pentaclerecords.net/darien3/stand_by_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand by Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (some of which are more decent than others) and I find his stories to be pretty entertaining. With that said, I don't plan on reading any of these books because he tends to be a bit too heavy on the vulgarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But (oh yes, there's a 'but'), I loved this book. It's nicely woven and doesn't read like a typical 'How to be a Writer' manual. I appreciate his honesty about his struggles and addictions, and I feel like I kind of got to hang out with him for a few days. However crass, his story of how he came up with the idea for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; and how it got published is fascinating. (R)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-366859714153094182?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/366859714153094182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/366859714153094182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/366859714153094182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-writing.html' title='On Writing'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SymgJsfaeiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qjGDmIvzM4s/s72-c/on-writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-2997770037711723538</id><published>2009-12-09T19:59:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:49:02.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SyBkNO7v8NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SLDYT5dwyIg/s1600-h/The_Da_Vinci_Code_paperback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SyBkNO7v8NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SLDYT5dwyIg/s320/The_Da_Vinci_Code_paperback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413436930609115346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/a&gt;, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cryptologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has to follow the clues to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;find the Holy Grail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was in &lt;a href="http://www.pictureninja.com/pages/peru/piura-city-center.jpg"&gt;Peru&lt;/a&gt;, I would see copies of this book everywhere, and it looked so interesting (especially after reading the same three books for sixteen months). Not like it would have been as good for me in Spanish, but I missed fiction desperately. When I returned to the United States a few months later, it was the first novel I read. I finished it in about two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery books with word puzzles and secret clues have always intrigued me...my elementary school librarian can attest to my monopolizing every &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nancy Drew&lt;/span&gt; novel available. In fact, I like to think of Dan Brown as a modernized version of &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/1999/10/08/keene_q_a/"&gt;Carolyn Keene&lt;/a&gt; (yes, I know she's not real). I was captivated by every page of this book, although I must admit to being disturbed by the albino's repeated self-flagellation. (PG-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-2997770037711723538?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/2997770037711723538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-vinci-code.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2997770037711723538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/2997770037711723538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SyBkNO7v8NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SLDYT5dwyIg/s72-c/The_Da_Vinci_Code_paperback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-1699723663723524916</id><published>2009-12-09T19:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:48:47.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scarlet Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SyBjDF_82UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_8manCV30eE/s1600-h/scarlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SyBjDF_82UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_8manCV30eE/s320/scarlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413435656900499778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/%7Ecampbelld/amlit/hawthor.htm"&gt;Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/a&gt;, 1850&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hester wears an 'A',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a symbol of shame and guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for all to witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was supposed to have read this (in its entirety) in 11th grade English, but we all know how that went. I started it again shortly after graduating from college, but once again got stuck somewhere around the description of a door. Thank heavens for my new resolve to finish books that I start... It's nice when you think you know the plot of a story, and your assumptions were way off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure how I feel about the characters, though. Honestly speaking, I'm not a Puritan, so I can't judge them according to their own standards, but from a more modern perspective, Hester's a martyr, Dimmesdale's a pansy, and Chillingworth...well, read his name. I don't like the idea of anyone shouldering blame, but with such a nasty villain as Chillingworth, I can't quite blame the Reverend. (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-1699723663723524916?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/1699723663723524916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/scarlet-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1699723663723524916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/1699723663723524916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/scarlet-letter.html' title='The Scarlet Letter'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SyBjDF_82UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_8manCV30eE/s72-c/scarlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8405831297996672390</id><published>2009-12-08T21:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:45:06.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Could Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/Sx8qFCHUs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ex1GJ8YFzPA/s1600-h/the-girl-who-could-fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413091543077925698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/Sx8qFCHUs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ex1GJ8YFzPA/s320/the-girl-who-could-fly.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victoriaforester.com/home.html"&gt;Victoria Forester&lt;/a&gt;, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;Piper discovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;a magical power that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;others want to crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This was my first sci-fi attempt in awhile, and a surprisingly original one from first-time author Forester. Piper McCloud, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1997/02/09/us/shylock-to-sherlock-a-study-in-names.html?pagewanted=1"&gt;à la Dickens&lt;/a&gt;), discovers that she has the ability to fly, causing much distress for her down-to-earth (no pun intended) parents. Although her drawl is a tad thick at times, her sincerity and simplicity make her a likeable character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Stephenie Meyer described this book as being a mix between &lt;a href="http://www.imavision.com/lhop/ingallshouse_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little House on the Prairie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wengyuen.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/x-men.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and I'd say that's a pretty fair assessment. A school for children with special powers, and the main character's Southern roots made for an interesting blend of events culminating in a surprising ending with obvious intimations of a sequel. (PG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8405831297996672390?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8405831297996672390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-who-could-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8405831297996672390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8405831297996672390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-who-could-fly.html' title='The Girl Who Could Fly'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/Sx8qFCHUs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ex1GJ8YFzPA/s72-c/the-girl-who-could-fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-5356242507367857957</id><published>2009-10-18T12:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:48:17.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Sttj8BD3d4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/IC0xHcllQE4/s1600-h/bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Sttj8BD3d4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/IC0xHcllQE4/s320/bedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394014861434255234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/feature/1999/03/18feature.html"&gt;Andre Dubus&lt;/a&gt;, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Short stories about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tragedies and difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choices brought to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My senior year, I had to take an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ethics in Literature&lt;/span&gt; course. Bro. D'Evegnee, one of the coolest teachers ever, assigned several of the short stories from this collection, and they are now some of my favorites. At first, I was a little concerned by the material, because we were at a church school, and I was trying to figure out my own qualifications for judging something as "Good" or "Bad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've since come to the conclusion that just because something contains difficult material does not necessarily make it bad, or not of worth. Some stuff is just crap, but there is often merit to be found in well-written fiction. Dubus presents some seriously gut-wrenching topics, but the way he does it is stellar. He knows people, real people, and real people sometimes contain difficult material. (R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-5356242507367857957?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/5356242507367857957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-bedroom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5356242507367857957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/5356242507367857957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-bedroom.html' title='In the Bedroom'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Sttj8BD3d4I/AAAAAAAAAJI/IC0xHcllQE4/s72-c/bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-7810245474611231057</id><published>2009-10-18T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:47:58.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Sttiyky1vrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Kffbwy_vg3A/s1600-h/in-the-woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Sttiyky1vrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Kffbwy_vg3A/s320/in-the-woods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394013599716196018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tanafrench.com/index.htm"&gt;Tana French&lt;/a&gt;, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A young girl's murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;torments a detective with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haunting memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Valentine's Day last year, Kurt and I decided that our gift to each other would be a trip to Border's. I bought a cookbook and this, which I found while browsing the mystery section. Generally it's not a section I would browse (usually I look through New Fiction), but the cover was creepy-looking and I was instantly intrigued. (Refer to my post &lt;a href="http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/westing-game.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Westing Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more info about my obsession with mysteries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the whole book in a weekend. The author is Irish, so the story is filled with regional colloquialisms (which I think makes it more interesting). A murder, which took place in the detective's old neighborhood, causes him to flash back to scenes from his childhood, when his two best friends mysteriously disappeared. One let-down: Don't expect answers. (I don't like loose ends.) (R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-7810245474611231057?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/7810245474611231057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7810245474611231057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/7810245474611231057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-woods.html' title='In the Woods'/><author><name>Kurt and Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11372842895670348940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4hLGybSxybk/Sttiyky1vrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Kffbwy_vg3A/s72-c/in-the-woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-3806992174636076223</id><published>2009-09-29T21:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:47:26.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Win Friends &amp; Influence People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SsLRvizxxaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B2WQvbED_as/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SsLRvizxxaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B2WQvbED_as/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387098719016568226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biography.com/articles/Dale-Carnegie-9238769"&gt;Dale Carnegie&lt;/a&gt;, 1936&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tips and advice on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting people to do what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you want them to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When my dad was serving as a &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2620059872_58ca0eb065.jpg"&gt;missionary&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.dcc.uchile.cl/%7Erbaeza/fotos/santiago.jpg"&gt;Santiago, Chile&lt;/a&gt;, he got called to work in the mission office. His desk had been cleaned out, except for a book that was left in a drawer. He read this book, and it changed his life. I know what you're thinking, but it was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Win Friends &amp;amp; Influence People&lt;/span&gt;. According to legend (a.k.a. stories my dad tells), this book helped my father to befriend several Chilean government officials in the late 1970's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The copy my dad found in the desk in Chile is sitting on a bookshelf in the front room of my apartment. It is missing the cover now and the stories inside are severely dated, but the message is the same: To get people to like you, you've got to be likeable. (I know a lot of people who need to read this book.) (PG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-3806992174636076223?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/3806992174636076223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-win-friends-influence-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3806992174636076223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/3806992174636076223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-win-friends-influence-people.html' title='How to Win Friends &amp; Influence People'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SsLRvizxxaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B2WQvbED_as/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-6266791281794925832</id><published>2009-08-30T22:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:35:13.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SptN6ajb5pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5_TCgApOMyQ/s1600-h/Peter-Pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375976246152521362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SptN6ajb5pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5_TCgApOMyQ/s320/Peter-Pan.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 334px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 227px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jmbarrie.co.uk/"&gt;J.M. Barrie&lt;/a&gt;, 1911&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The story about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the boy who never grew up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and his adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are two movies that I remember seeing in the theater as a child: &lt;a href="http://static.open.salon.com/files/home-alone1243399120.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://themixtapemonster.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/hook_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Although Kevin McAllister holds a special place in my heart, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hook&lt;/span&gt; always fascinated me. I loved the mix of fantasy and reality (ie. food fight), and I believe it's still just as good almost 20 years later. I believe that this is because Peter's story is essentially timeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original storyline more closely matches the latest film version, &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x27opv_peter-pan-2003_creation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/lb/bafta_nominations_150409/jason_isaacs_5278515.jpg"&gt;Jason Isaacs&lt;/a&gt; never disappoints.) One commonality among the many adaptations is that the actor who portrays Mr. Darling also plays the part of Captain Hook. (Of course this isn't true in &lt;i&gt;Hook&lt;/i&gt; because Mr. Darling is long dead...) Even the animated film has the same actor doing the voice work for Mr. Darling and Captain Hook. (G)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-6266791281794925832?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/6266791281794925832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/peter-pan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6266791281794925832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/6266791281794925832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SptN6ajb5pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5_TCgApOMyQ/s72-c/Peter-Pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-390480567134723273.post-8379071439374270142</id><published>2009-08-11T16:18:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:45:35.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrenheit 451</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834307352169698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 181px; height: 299px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SoHuW3OoDOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5itoaTOJDzc/s320/fahrenheit451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raybradbury.com/"&gt;Ray Bradbury&lt;/a&gt;, 1953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A futuristic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;glimpse at a world where books are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no longer allowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have vague memories of reading this book in 7th grade in Mr. Lotta's English class. Mr. Lotta was an Italian beatnik/hippy (he wore berets &amp;amp; tie-died shirts), who loved poetry and &lt;a href="http://oregonjon.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/04aus-30201-wombat-large.jpg"&gt;wombats&lt;/a&gt;. I loved his class. For some sad reason, I didn't remember this book, although the lyrics to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwvazMc5EfE"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waltzing Matilda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are burned into my retinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While obviously a strange book, I was unprepared for the major stomachache that occurred while reading. Imagining a world where books are burned and free thought is no longer allowed scares the poop out of me. One of the most interesting things about the book is the derivation of the title: 451˚ F is the degree at which book paper spontaneously combusts. Supposedly. (PG-13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/390480567134723273-8379071439374270142?l=touchingpaper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/feeds/8379071439374270142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/fahrenheit-451.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8379071439374270142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/390480567134723273/posts/default/8379071439374270142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchingpaper.blogspot.com/2009/08/fahrenheit-451.html' title='Fahrenheit 451'/><author><name>Courtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07136733191707954714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/S4iwzZOu9UI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ucbDPnaQkBI/S220/DSC00123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_e-u3AKWIY/SoHuW3OoDOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5itoaTOJDzc/s72-c/fahrenheit451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
