changing; but even so...

It seems that i have not, not, period, been on livejournal, for a very long time, because of the lack of things to say, and maybe just because livejournal has became boring, because it is very very boring...i feel like dramatising that phrase but i can't cause it seems so idiotically monotonous on this thing...den den den...there, it sounds, and looks stupid just being there, dammit. But because the exams are coming...hai...i feel like i'm going to fail all the exams and get transferred to the NA stream...ahhh...i'mm freaking nervous, so i came to let of some steam....ok alls done and well......byeeeee

Book Review on : Ten Things I hate About Myself
Author : Randa Abdel-Fattah
Words and Phrases I learnt (from page 1 to 49) :
i was angrier than a constipated girrafe
repertoire
he collects the adulation of people around him
he laps up attention like a puppy at a bowl of water
fraudulent
i soaked up the attention like a biscult dipped in coffee
prerequisite
parasitical
didaskaleinophobia
ephebiphobia
genuphobia
narcolepsy
wholly unconnected
heterosexuality

This review is on th whole book
Summary : This story tells about the racism many students face in Australia, and about Jamilah, who hides her Lesbanese Muslim background from all her friends, and transforms into the Aussie-blond Jamie in front of them, just to escape the prejudice and racism.

 Book Review on : The Lost Boy
Author : David Pelzer
Words and Phrases i learnt (from page 3 to 49) :
her eyes are ice cold and full of pure hatred
 a cold chill whistles through my body
the anticipation drained me
 my good times are now only memories
i don't dare make a sound as i cry deep inside
i feel like a trapped animal who wants to claw its way through the glass
the rays from the sunbaked through the windshield
sounds of screeching and laughter eched by the tiny creek
blitzed  
my hyperactivity ended as quickly as air could escape a balloon 
rancid breath 
 This review is for the whole book 
Summary : David Pelzer is an ordinary boy who is nine years old. Or he should be. He tells the story of his life, a life to cruel to live, and all the thoughts and feelings he has. David overcomes many obstacles, trying to avoid his mother, the very woman that mad his life hell and finally realises that life is not what it seems...                                                                                                                      9

Book Review on : The Bondmaid
Author : Catherine Lim
Words and Phrases that i learnt (from page 1 to 29) :
had assumed a mien of severest censure
had right of reciprocal action
chafed skins
detritus of sweat and saliva
corpulent image
spluttering recoil
amniotically safe
his knuckles descending ripplingly upon a sea of small heads
his think belt lashing at a forest of skipping legs
lugubriously
pure malignant energy
perfectly harmonised howl of grievance and hurt
punitive assembly
in taut and quivering readiness
a vague, slurred mumuring
with the artfullest winsomeness of any four-year-old
gazed with frowning melancholy
his brutality collapsed inwards into a soft centre and dissolved in a puddle of tears
glowing in the triumph of a massive rescue
tremulous joy
the jollity of drink and sudden fortune made him indulge in horseplay of the most childish kind
grotesquerie
reverential
obeisance
remissness
unparalleled fecundity
in a mood of  jocularity
had provoked gales of laughter
squalid and pitiful
her eyes bright with unshed tears
susceptible to flattery and lapped up praise like children
sullen perplexity
her impatience gathered into a bursting knot of exasperation
scatological cue
derelictation
creeping fatalism
exuberant magnanimity
in sad contrition for what she was about to do
was suddenly galvanized into another bout of feverish activity
her silent reproach was worse than any screaming defiance
a flash of lucidity
sunken rheumy eyes that were purportedly growing blind

This review is on the whole book
Summary : Han was just 4 when she was sold to the Wus to be a bondmaid, and has been there ever since, growing up together with the young heir.But as her childhood passes by, becoming a faded memory at the back of her mind, memories that she so desperately try to hold on to, she is pulled back to reality and into a dangerous world, and she finds out that life isnt just as simple as what it used to be.

 Hellos hellos hellos helllloos...hihi....i have just realised that i am becoming very emotional this year ; somebody told me that i'm breaking down...okay...i shall now tell you about the debate on wednesday...the debate was actually quite uninteresting and lifeless, until DESMOND started debating! It was, like, so cool, because Desmond rebuted very well - i bet Simin's team was almost rendered speechlesss... hehheh... but as good as he seems, i feel that he is a little to aggressive in debating; i thought he was going to punch Simin. Not saying that that erases off the fact that he debates well; many people literally sat up straighter when he was about to rebute.But he got nervous at the end... i wonder how nervous one can be before their debate prepared , much less one that isn't as prepared. I think my debate on monday is going to be like CRAP, lacking substance like anything... i shiver to think what the outcome would be like, i mean, the motion is too difficult to search for on the net...there is like practically no evidence to support the motion, bleh, i've just admitted defeat to the opposition - i really have not much confidence in the arguement we are supposed to support. I have absolutely no idea what to present, to use as supporting evidence in our case, like, oh my gosh...okay, okay...away from depressing subjects, but onto one that one wouldn't normally call a cause to celebrate, but what the heck - i'm just so freaking relieved; i actually passed my 2.4km rum today!!! Plus i improved by 3 minutes...i don't hate running but it wouldn't be found at the top of my hobbies list anyway, and reading is at the top of that very enjoyable list - reading is one of the things in life we should cherish and so. You know what, i just read finished Cecelia Ahern's ' where rainbows meet' and it was really great, because it was written in letters, the whole story was practically letters and emails, no actually dialouge and stuff  and time just kinds of pass during the exchange of letters, you don't know how much time, but hey, they will no doubt be a hint on how many years has past, be it ten years, or the ages would change, so take note of the ages of the characters, but this book overall seems great to me- i mean, this kind of books aren't actually non-existence, but it is very seldom that somebody would choose this writing format...READ IT>>> but i can't write it down as a book report because, in my opinion, there aren't really many phrases...oh dear, i've gone off the subject which was supposed to be...oh yeah...the 2.4km run today. Anyway, i passed it at 16.44 minutes - i know that timing still sucks but well, i passed - so i was happy; didn't need to do push-ups and run even more....thats it. The end. Full stop. Seems to me that i have very little things to say about this...why the heck did i write about this in the first place? Beats me. 

Okay, i know i just posted another post, also about the same book, but i feel that i must post this again, just to introduce and recommend this book, as i know nobody usually read other people's book reviews all the way to the end - although i do read - so i have, i must, absolutely must post this!!! THE HOUSE AT RIVERTON is almost, almost the best book i have ever, ever read!!! It is sooo, sooo, INTERESTING!You most alsolutely have to READ it, okay? OKAY. There, i'm done. Call me crazy, but so what. READ IT!!!  ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Book  Review on : The House at Riverton
Author : Kate Morton
Words and Phrases i learnt( from page 1 to 19) :
violins lilting lazily in the warmth
the air rang with pealing laughter 
with ivy climbing the walls, twisting itself through the windows, strangling the pillars
wearing her dress, mud splattered across the front, clinging to the appliqued roses
her left brow arched - a question mark -and her voice lowered to a husky whisper
jerky movements like a marionette
memories, long consigned to the dark reaches of my mind, began to sneak through cracks
images were tossed up high and dry, picture-perfect, as if no time had even passed between
after the first tentative drops, the deluge
while moths have torn holes in my recent memories, i find the distant past is sharp and clear
whole conversations, word for word, nuance for nuance; scenes played out as though on film
spectres
the thread of nervous energy that had infused me that day had become a knot
usually left to languish in my wardrobe
price respectibility
cannot abide the tendency
looking like an undertaker's mannequin
its nineteenth-century elegance incongruous against my utilitarian clothing
wondering at my daring
it still rankles to call it such
concession
had misgivings about the wisdom of this excursion
incurably punctual
that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe, and she, a child of the second war, proves the rule
immaculately groomed, but stiffer than a fence post
i agreed, touched by the way little untruths told to the very young are believed so implicity
a creature of habit who sees no reason to trade up
she was respectably middle class, thank you very much
ahnds that now sat grey, flaccid and inert
several hude white buildings, square like aircraft hangars
she didn't expect an answer, and i didn't give one
she was the type one might have labelled plain had she not been blessed with such marvellous dark eyes
i was pleased that the young are so quick to read uncongeniality as irony
leather chesterfield
candelabra
someone had went through a lot of trouble to get the clock, but it announced itself an imposter with every tick
he wore the vaguely bewildered pallor of a captain who knew his ship was sinking but was powerless to stop it
strangely divested of atmosphere
awaiting keenly my pronouncement
all legs and eyelashes
she spoke cautiously, wary of error
morbid
how relentless it must have seemed, swirling about him, nipping at his heels
orated
motley
the weight of distant memories, of long-held secrets, of the clash of past and present
my feet were aching; protesting their confinement

This review is on the whole book
Summary : Seen through the eyes of 98 years old Grace, we are able to interpret the emotions and memories evoked in her when she gets a letter, one from a young director, in the hope of re-enacting the 1920s, the time of the Riverton's grandness and mystique. She recalls parts and snippets of her life, the life she had so long ago, it seems, and stumbles again on a secret, a secret she worked so hard before to forget...

 Okay,okay...lets talk about today, now, and later days before... now, technically, i'm supposed to be doing a survey, but i'm not doing it. Why? Because i finished already. I know, i know, that was very lame. I don't even know why we had to take that...that...weird survey with so many questions...i mean, out of all classes, they chose us...why? Maybe because we are considered the best class in seconary 2, supposingly in academics, but unfortunately not in behaviour. The teacher said that she hopes that when we take the survey, everything would go 'smoothly'...i have no idea if it did...that phrase was met will lots of skeptical looks and doubts. 
to be continued..
okay, actually i said' to be continued', because i thought that i was going to write somemore, but no, i don't feel up to it anymore, so, yeah...byebye

Okays...i know this is very late entry, but so...last week, on Wednesday,12 march,  Evelyn,Joel, Jeremy, Darren, Khang Siang, Jane, and me( plus maybe some others that i can't remember) all when to tampines mall to watch 'Step up 2' which supposingly nice, to them. Its not that i never say i think its nice okay...anyways...we went to get the tickets, but wouldn't you know it, they were allm sold out exept the front row, which the others didn't want to sit. i personally don't know what the problem was, its not that we were really going to come out of the cinema with our necks strained...i mean please...oks...moving on...so, we proceeded to Century Square to see if there were tickets, but i think maybe the show was too late so we didn't watch it...but chose another movie instead; ' the 2 faces of my girlfriend'. Heres a brief summary : This movie being seen in erm, the guy, Guchang's view, shows that he is considered a bum, or useless almost everywhere, until he meets Anni. Just when he thinks that things were going to be great, he meets her alter ego, Hanni. the truth is that Anni and Hanni are BOTH alter egos of this girl Yuri, a girl that lost her boyfriend because he died. She couldn't cope with the emotional trauma so she sub-consciously  created her alter egos, to forget her pain and suffering. Anni is the more innocent side of her, believing Yuri's past memories( she can't remember Yuri's memories, Yuri can't remember hers, but Hanni can remember both) are her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend's memories now, when the girlfriend was her all along, complicated right? Hanni is the more boyish protective side of Yuri ( actually to when creating alter egos of someone, one of that someone's character, like say for example, her protective side, competitive, feminine, studious side, would usually be the most prominent. Just one)and she CAN fight. Then later, she finally realise what happened and then accepted the boyfriend's death... Actually, it sounds really complicated here, and it kinda is, but, it is so so soooo damn funny. It was so cool to see Hanni fighting!!! Although that scene only lasted for like a few minutes but still...Go watch, go watch, go watch, go watch i tell you....
Now, about the web page design...on thursday, 13 march,some of our class went to school for the Web page Design thingy...i got there like quite early... well, not so early, but early enough to see Desmond and Jane fight. I think its cool to have an arch-enemy...but don't go overboard...the water pouring incident was just ironic...okay...the class, it was actually quite fun for the first period...before lunch...i kinda enjoyed it...okay, lunch, lunch, it was raining like crazy, and the first thought that came into my mind is " OMG, that rain can kill..." but since the canteen was closed, we had to go out for lunch...I had an umbrella, but i didn't even see the use of it...i was still dretched from head to toe! Actually it was quite fun...to me....the squishy feeling in our school felt, seemed quite comfortable....to me...but still...so after that, all that rain, the lesson was getting more and more boring because i felt a little bit emo...than when we were dismissed i went to parkway to collect my glasses...thats all, i guess...

Enjoy. I hope...

 Today, today,TODAY. Today, 7th March 2008, was my 5th meet-the-parents session of which i can remember, and the second one my mother attended. Imagine that. She attended something that attracts more negative thoughts than good...well, maybe because it all came from me. I was damn, damn ,damn scared cause i didn't know what my teachers were going to say, besides if i did something spetacularly terrible...fortunately, i didn't, now or then. Maybe. I hope. Nothing i can think of. Or remember. Oh well, that sucks. Anyway, as i was saying, i HATE these meetings( don't know why, they just give off bad vibes...bleahh), so i wasn't particularly pleased when i was told of the parent-teacher meeting, and that i would have to make an appointment for my parent to meet my teacher. I could only hold on to the hope that my teachers wouldn't say anything too bad or take too long, because if they take long, something bad is probably going to happen, and i would earn a one way ticket to hell( in a manner of speaking). But i was almost confident that that scenario wouldn't happen,as although you wouldn't caqll me a model student, i was a reasonably good pupil in both academics and behavior. And it didn't. So overall my day was quite okay except for a fact that i have to wear glasses; yeah, its confirmed... 

 Book Review on : The Great Composers
Author : Wendy Thompson
Main Points of the Book : 
1. Composition through the ages
- Music as a Language
- Emergence of Composers
- Baroque Forms 
- Transition to Classicism
- The Romantic Heyday
- Dawn of a New Age
- Music of the Future
2. Lives and works of the Great Composers
a) The Middle Ages to the Renaissance
- Medieval and Polyphonic Music
b) The Baroque Era
- Harmony and Ornament
c) The Classical Period
- Music of the Enlightenment
d) The Romantic Era 
- Drama and Poetry in Music
e) The Rise of Nationalism
- The Nationalist Movement
f) The Later Romantics
- Music on the Grand Scale
g) The Early Twentieth Century
- Music in a New Framework
h) Music since World War II
-  Modern Music

Book Review on : Millicent Min, Girl Genius
Author : Lisa Yee
Words and Phrases i learnt(from page 1 to 49):
anal retentive
a complusive perfectionist
valedictorian
subterranean   
vilified
the applause petered out
trying to mask my horror
foregone conclusion
enthused
apathy
iambic pentameter
they appear to be fading into the bricks
culminating
passive-aggresive behavior with undertones of narcissism
reedlike and quick
parried
a detriment to our health
conspired in this debacle 
ides
persona non grata
charade
calisthenics
calibrated
monolithic icons of mass consumption and capitalism
nirvana
dexterity
camaraderie
microcosm
vernacular
i gamely attempted to expel a laugh
infantile behavior
geriatrics
she looked alarmed, like she had just swallowed a fly
vomit-inducing cliches
the glaring absence of insight from my father
a permanent grimace plastered on his face
has little aptitude for academics
septic
compelling arguments
miffed
to chide me for my lackluster performance
trepidation
there was no pretense, just good-natured social interaction
liberating
sauntered

This reveiw is on the whole book
Summary : Many people would die to be a genius, to be able to do homework in record time, to receive awards due to their superior brain power, but the questions is, will they be able to handle it. This book is based on Millicent Min's view, on how it is like to be a girl genius. And one thing is for sure, being one is no mean feat. Faced with jealousy and insults aimed at her, due to fact that she is technically a genius, she struggles inwardly whether to lie, to gain a new friend, her one and only friend, or to tell the truth about her genius, and risk losing yet another one of her potential friends. She is also troubled by other activities that gradually pop up during the summer to torture her. But soon, she learns more then what she expects, especially about friendship.

Hello,hello,hello,hello! I'm blogging now because i have nothing actually worthwhile to do and i feel a bit, or very emo-ish...you kmow, i just found out that i'm actually very dense? I fell for the same trick five times today, and seven times this year...all in the library...anyways, lets talk agout our health check yesterday!!! I LOVE health checks !!! As well as injections and other weird stuff, like for example, standing on the 2m wall!! That was so so so so so so so so extremely fun, really, people should try that more...i don't see why they don't...and no, i'm not crazy, well, not that  crazy anyway, just a bit weird, but it doesn't make it less fun...but still...okay, i've seriously gone off topic here...once again, i LOVE health checks, so i was all excited and happy, and even more so when it was held during first period... because its music, and i technically LOATHE music, like how i  feel about select species of insects and strawberry milk(sorry,Cherie, can't seem to get used to the taste...bleh...).So actually i had to wait quite long as- i don't know why or how this happened, it just did- the boys had their turn first, i mean, i don't say that is wrong, but maybe just different,oh well, then finally it was my turn and i went into the air-conditioned room, too air conditioned if you ask me, and then i took my eye test, and found out that i may need to wear glasses...oh  oh oh oh oh nooo...where people stated that IT MAY BE DUE TO MY EXCESSIVE READING, but that is not true and in fact it may be lightyears away from the actual fact...is it actually my fault that i enjoy reading? If you say it is then you seriously have a definite problem with you. Reading is very very enjoyable, its just cause you don't read enough...okay then i had my backbone checked, and it was okay...they are actually checking for signs of scoliosis, which means a side to side curve or bend of the normally straight spine or backbone,and it can occur in any part of the spine. It may be a single curve, like a 'c', or it could be a double curve, like a 's', and it usually starts during childhood or the teens and it has a strong familial tendency.If you have it, it is probably noted that one side of your body is unsymetrical to the other, or, for example, one shoulder is higher then the other, one hip is lower than the other...you get the gist. Another unfortunate fact is that this problem is more commonly noted in females then in males(isn't just too bad?). If the curve isn't too serious, a brace could be made to fix it, but that unfortunate person would most probably have to wear it for 4 years or more, or until their growing phase is over. But if it is too serious, the doctors might have to resort to operations. Sounds kind of gruesome doesn't it? I guess it could be quite scary if you had it... okay i'm running out of time now... 

You know, telling one thing about me is that i'm not very expressive on my daily live and activities because i'm really a very unobservant and ignoramus person ; I prefer writing stories, as that is when we can be able to insert unrealistic scenarios, and stretch our imagination to the limit...so now as i tell you about my activities, i am really making a lot of effort...oh well, my CCA is Drama, and its really really fun for me and so. I really don't know why, maybe because i'm super enthusiastic about it or its just my mentality but i feel that it was really fun, prior  to my cca mate's opinion. Drama is something i have interest in, and art too, because, in my opinion the Arts are there for you to express yourself, to relax yourself in a way that is creative, interesting... take note that for me, music isn't one of my options as i just can't be bothered with it ; i'm almost literally tone-deaf. Almost. Well, the Drama club meets at 3pm every monday(SYF members only) and wednesday(general meeting). This wednesday, we did some rehearsing for the end year production(well, mostly watching, as only a small group of members acted according to the teacher's instruction) then we had to break into small groups to act out a small portion of the act given. We had 15 minutes- seriously only 15 minutes, but it was actually quite okay as we were sometimes given less, down to less than, what, 5 minutes to come up with a skit- and we had to present. Overall, i think that my group did quite okay...then we did another round of reading(in a big circle) so as to practise projecting our voices...after which we split up into three group and had a game, almost like a match, when one group is assigned to be a character, we were supposed to go up one by one, according to the script, and match the other groups, it was really interesting and hilarious, really really hilarious...then after that we did some seriouser business, and it was dismissal time...usually a little later then the assigned time, but i don't mind... 

 Today i shall tell you about Tuesday, 26 Febuary. You must be thinking why I always keep telling you about tuesdays right? Because anything remotely interesting mostly happens on a tuesday, and just as well as, in my opinion, tuesdays are the most boring days of the week! Never mind that now...okay, i was looking forward to that tuesday for weeks, even before the common tests(which i didn't do very well) because we were going to Muar, Malaysia! You might be thinking why i was so excited in going to Malaysia as most of you people have gone to Malaysia many times...well, at least is better than staying in Singapore in an old museum, or an old memorial site or something...right? Its really not any of my business if you don't think so. Okay...so we assembled at the DnT block at 6.30 am in the morning- 6.30 am in the morning,AM!! That is damn early, usually i'm not even in school then...- and at about 6 plus 7,we got on the bus, and set off...during the journey to the immigration, the bus was quiet, i mean actually QUIET, almost silenced,one of the rare moments of tranquilness our class had or ever will have...i guess it was because we were all damn tired having to get up so early and all...then we passed the immigration, and the...lets skip to the more lively part...after breakfast in Yongpeng, all of us seemed much more alive, compared to the half dead performance that we gave...and the bus got noticibly noiser throughout the journey...first we alighted at a rubber plantation, where we also saw some pineapples growing- the ornalmental pineapples look sooo cute- and then we went to a oil palm plantation, then to a place we saw gulah melaka, or something like that, coconut palm sugar being made...it was quite interesting...after which we travelled to Yongpeng for lunch, and throughout the whole time we were travelling, i guess you could say that we received many scoldings, maybe even more than the other classes' scolding put together! So we had lunch at a hotel, and were told later that our maners and the way we behaved were TERIBBLE! Then we visited a paddy farm- it would have made such a pretty picture, it was really quite a nice place,the paddy field i mean- and then we went for tea, then we went to do a bit of so-called shopping and we started for Singapore...on the way we STILL made alot of noise and the teachers were all pissed off with us,and maybe the bus driver and the tour guide too...I bet you we were one of the worse classes they ever managed...and we reached school at 9pm- almost or more than 12 hours in MALAYSIA spent !- 1 and a half hours after the said time which was 7.30 in the evening...its was overall quite a fun day, for us, don't know about the teachers...they may have gone insane for all i care...but, the we still have to do a project based on this trip...

Book Review on : Homeless Bird
Author : Gloria Whelan
Words and Phrases i have learnt( from page 1 to 49):
the regret i saw in her eyes made me tremble
unlike measles, i couldn't catch on the lessons
she was tall and shadow thin, with small bird bright eyes and a sharp nose.
i felt as if i were tangled like a small fly in the web of a cunning spider
pyres
his head wobbled on his neck like a flower too large for its stem
my hope slipped away like a frightened mouse into a dark hole

This review is on the whole book
Summary : When Koly, aged 13 gets married, she feels that she must resign to fate as abandoning her marriage would disgrace her family. Unfortunately, her husband dies, leaving her to become a widow, and to be further ill treated by her unreasonable mother-in-law. Soon she is left out, abandoned on the streets by her cunning mother-in-law with nowhere to stay. But, there in the city she meets people that are willing to help her, people who change her life gradually. She learns that life is not always what it may be, and through hard work and skills, she may be able to lead her life back on to the path she had wanted.

Reasons i recommend this book : It tells us or shows us more about the custom of India and of how we really shouldn't despair because our lives seem so much better, as teenagers in their country have to get married at 13 or older, but mostly from 13 to 20. So overall it shows us the outlook on life.

 

Book Review on : Maniac Magee
Author : Jerry Spinelli
Words and Phrases i learnt(from page 1 to 49):
high trestle
kaboodle
a quick smatter of giggling
grungy
cardinal
he was paralyzed, a mouse in front of the yawning maw of a python.
evil emanations
he took off like a horsefly from a swatter
a sort of grin slithered across his lips
pandemonium
he could feel his record fading to a mere grain in the sandlot of history
stone was much softer than his glare
with rattlesnake speed
finicky
they were rolling on the asphalt with laughter
to her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain
a growing cloud of sauerkraut fumes
cast-iron
mobbed
pepperonis

This review is on the whole book.
Summary : Jeffrey Lionel Magee was orphaned once when he was very young, and was sent to leave with his aunt and uncle. Unfortunately his relatives apparently can't stand each other, but won't get a divorce,so poor Jeffrey has to put up with this erratic behaviour for eight years. But one day he cracked, and ran away, far, far away, meeting different people, doing unimaginable feats that earn him the name ' Maniac ', that made him a legend.

 Reasons i reccomend this book : The story depicts a young boy, stepping into a town, unawares of the turmoil brewing there. I feel this book is worth reading as i can see the boy, Jeffrey, helping the people there, or some of the people there overcome the racial discrimination between them and we can see how life in Singapore is different from their life, where the town is strictly halved into two sections, the blacks and the whites. This book teaches us a lot about the values we should learn.

 Book Review on : Saffy's Angel
Author : Hilary McKay
Words and Phrases i learnt(from page 1 to 49) :
as familiar as nursery rhymes
eluded
hearth
belligerently
a not-yet, not-now sort of mumble
as happy she had been miserable a moment before
slipping and changing, like the colours in water, into something she hardly recognised
ramshackle runs and hutches
wildebeest
hunched-up shoulders and her drooping head
they loved him with a sort of fierce defiance
her black mood slipped away
detachment
mucking
searching feverishly
vertigo
been tactless enough to say it outright
perspective
a sodden but definite smile
shaking off sadness like a dog shaking off water
gyroscope
her eyes, silvery green like light on deep water,were wide and intense
she felt her friendliness like the warmth of a fire
probable impossibility

This review is on the whole book.
Summary: Interesting? The Casson family are definitely much more than interesting. With the animal loving, exam flunking Caddy, Indigo,who practices mountaineering from the upstairs floor, and 'permenent' Rose that paints edible paintings, the Banana house is almost always full of life.Then Saffron discovers a secret that has been kept from her for so long : she was adopted. She starts viewing life with a different perspective and embarks on a journey that would hopefully explain her past, on a journey to retrieve her stone angel that was mentioned in her grandfather's will.

Reasons on why i recommend this book: This book is very interesting, and shows us how our different characters, personalities may affect the people around us. We also can realise how to see life from different views, see that an odd combination of body and soul may not neccesarily a bad thing and that being different isn't as bad as it seems it is. 

Book Review on: Up A Road Slowly
Author : Irene Hunt
Words and Phrases i learnt (from page 1 to 49):
stricken                                                                                                                       
confronted by uncertainty
rote
grove of oak and white pine and stately elm
a tiny gray wisp of a woman
exorcised                                                                            
pathological                                                                                
appalled and chagrined                                              
pleading,cajoling                                                           
beaten down by the cruelties ofher life                      
half-intelligible garble                                                      
resentment that almost overcame my remorse          
mohair                                                                     
truculent
impeccable
solicitous
never-failing charm and erudition
loved and courted by the intelligentsia for his wit
magnum opus
dour  
golden flibbertigibbit
grotesquely
pallid weariness
the dark streak within me refused to be propitiated
standing where the brook and river meet
wild asters and goldenrod


This review is on the whole book
Summary : When seven year old Julia Trelling(Julie) is sent to live with her Aunt after her mother's death, she tries to adapt to the country side. But with her strict, proper, rule-abiding Aunt Cordelia, and the drastic contrast in the enviroments, adjusting is no mean feat. However, as Julie struggles through ten years of her life, maturing gradually as she learns to love people(even Aunt Cordelia) suffered ups and downs in her love life, fufills her aspiration to be a writer, all in all, finds new appreciationof the circumstances of her life.
Reasons i recommend this book : I feel that this book tells us more about life, showing us about how other people may feel, how we usually feel , it stumulates our emotions. Personally i like this book, because i follow the character through her life, and am able to see how she feels, how she thinks others may feel and the ways she overcomes the obstacle that she faces, whether big or small.Overall, the book tells us more about what life can be.