Blog Post #2: Steelheart Backstory

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Amaya Baca


Ms. Rhodehouse

September 6, 2017

Steelheart Backstory

“What kind of lame name is Steelheart? It’s about as intimidating as my left pinky toe!” laughed the prettiest girl in the class.

Young Steelheart looked away, embarrassed. It wasn’t his fault he inherited the name from his mother’s mother. He’d have to start telling a more interesting story of his namesake if he wished to survive another year at this wretched elementary school.

The first few weeks of Steelheart’s fifth grade experience were comparable to slipping in the shower on your birthday. Unenjoyable, worth crying over, but also hardly memorable or life-changing. He trudged through each day trying to learn, have fun, and be a normal student, but for some reason unknown to him, Steelheart was simply hated and picked on by everyone. His teacher would often make a fool out of him just for the sake of it. Even Steelheart’s best friend acted like a jerk to Steelheart, and was really only friends with him because Steelheart was beginning to grow in size and strength, maybe even into a potential bodyguard for the playground. Ah, but Steelheart’s classmates were the worst of all. Calling them bullies  would be an understatement. They were basically giant, poisonous, bird-eating snakes with number 2 pencils and over-sized backpacks. Steelheart grew into his name because of those classmates and their cruel words. Not only did Steelheart learn to close off his emotions and harden his heart, but his body also began to physically form a heart of steel.

Little did those other kids know, that every time they bullied, outed, or hurt Steelheart, his body literally strengthened and developed more powerful than humanly reasonable. Now some say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and that certainly was the case for Steelheart, but maybe not for the better. He used his traumatizing memories of his younger years to build himself up into a destroyer.

Book Show & Tell #1: The Help

This summer I read The Help by Kathryn Stockett. It was about the relationships between the people of Jackson, Mississippi during the 1960s. The book was set in three different perspectives, two black women, and one white woman. The story was about how the white woman sort of aligned with many of the black maids in town to raise awareness and attention towards rascism by writing a book. The Help also told of the everyday lives of the black maids as they worked in the homes of white families. It also told of the white woman’s view on the lives of those around her.

I enjoyed the book because of its humor, and because it was interesting to learn about what life was like for a variety of people in the south sixty years ago. I would recommend this book to any of my peers because it’s entertaining, and I feel that it would help my classmates gain a better understanding of life during a different time and place.

Blog Post #1: Me!

As a reader, I am a fangirl. I first learned to read at an unusual time of one’s life, I was but a kindergartener. I spent most of my days devoring books such a Junie B. Jones, as well as The Spiderwick Chronicles. I typically enjoy reading on the left side of my gray couch in the furthest room on the northeasten side of the downstairs part of my mom’s house. These days I find myself rereading the Harry Potter series inbetween other fantasy or dystopian novels. I like to read many books at once because it helps me get through more books faster.