We chose this picture for our book, The Paper Magician, because Magician Thane had many stacks of paper in his office and it’s what he uses for folding and Ceony took it when she went on her journey to track down and defeat Lira.
We chose this anatomy book because this is one of the “homework” assignments that Thane gives to Coeny. To read and to study the book so she can practice her animation of the books and also become more knowledgeable. She actually loves reading it and reads it even in her spare time, getting good enough that the pictures in it begin to come to live.
We chose this paper dragon in the window because Thane and Ceony make many animals together while she is learning and he is teaching her. He teaches her frogs, birds, and she even makes a mouse come to life by simply reading a children’s story. They make the animal and then whisper, “breathe.” Making the animal come to life. It is important because this is when she first begins to develop her folding skills that she’ll use to eventually take down Lira.
I chose this fortune teller because it reminded me of the way that Thane read Ceony’s future, and how she read his. This is important to the story because it reveals that Lira is going to come back to try and defeat or steal away Ceony. It is also important because at the end, it shows that one day Ceony and Thane are going to end up together if they play their cards right.
I’m going to read the book series Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi. I started reading this when I was a sophomore and I never finished it. I only read the first book. When we started talking about having a book series project, it just popped into my head and I got really excited at prospect of finishing it once and for all. Like I already said, I have read the first book already and I’m already working on the second. I’m just going to read everyday. I should be way finished by the end of the semester. At least with the books that the library has. I believe that the final one came out this year. But I don’t know how I am going to access the last two, so I might just read the first three books instead of all five.
WARNING. POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!!
LAST WARNING FOR SPOILERS
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“We all float Georgie. We all float….” Mysterious murders. Kids disappearing. Whispers of a clown, of a monster hunting the children of the town of Derry. Derry, Maine. What is it? Is it a clown? A werewolf? A giant bird? A huge spider? No one knows for sure. For poor Georgie Denbrough, ‘IT’ first appears for him in the sewer. As a circus clown. It was a dreary, rainy day. A downpour, making the whole down smell like musty rainwater. Georgie had to chase his paper boat. Run after it because the rain was pushing it so fast down the gutter. The same boat him and his big brother, Bill, had finished not ten minutes ago. It out runs him and it ends up falling into the sewer drain. Georgie is upset. What if Bill is mad? Maybe George is just a stupid little kid after all. There must be some way to get it…. Right? It can’t really be lost forever. A whisper. A voice. It calls for him from inside the sewer drain. How did someone get in there though? Georgie is only six, and he can’t even fit, so how did someone else older and bigger than him fit? Georgie is puzzled, but still creeps a bit closer to see what the voice has to say. The clown asks if Georgie can smell the circus, the popcorn, cotton candy, the animals, the sticky sweets like lollipops. Georgie tilts up his nose and suddenly he can! It doesn’t smell rainy anymore. The most wonderful smells fill his nose and he finds himself a little bit more eager to listen to what this clown has to say. After all, the clown did say that he would give Georgie his boat back. He wouldn’t lie, now would he? Georgie eagerly reaches forward to grab the boat, when the clown grabs his arm in his teeth, pulling it straight from the socket. “We all float, Georgie. You can float too….” The clown’s whisper is menacing and hoarse, sending chills down the spine of even the bravest of people. Whether Georgie Denbrough died from shock, or loss of blood, no one knows. The boy was dead before he hit the wet pavement, boat clutched in his hand.
Bill Denbrough’s life is ripped apart. What if he hadn’t had been plagued with influenza that day? What if he would have gone with Georgie? Would Georgie still be alive? Bill, known to his friends as “Stuttering Bill’ due to his horrible stutter, makes a vow to kill that clown, just as it killed his little brother. His friends, Ben, Richey, Beverly, Mike, Eddie, and Stanley, agree to help him with his plan and they all make a plan to come back to Derry if the murders ever start up again. And about 27 years later (give or take, I don’t quite remember,) the murders start once more. Mike calls everyone and tells them too meet in Derry as soon as they possibly can. They all meet up immediately, all except Stanley, who slits his wrists, committing suicide, in an effort to avoid the promise he made years and years ago. The rest, drag in problems from their current lives, adding to the hauntings and the horrors of the past. Can ‘The Losers Club’, as they call themselves, stop the town from self destructing, and falling at the hands of the evil demonic creature that holds the entire town captive? Or will the children of Derry Maine never be safe?
First off. I’m just going to say. IT is not for the faint of heart. It is not for people who scare or jump easily. If you hate horror books or thrillers, or being freaked out, do NOT read this book. If you like that sensation, or do not scare very much, go for it! I Recommend this book to anyone who enjoys horror and thriller tales. Stephen King is the master horror writer who makes all his monsters and stories come to life. His description will send chills down your spine and send you flicking on the light when you read at night. I write this book a 4.5 out of 5 only because at some parts, it’s a little difficult to understand. It switches often between the past and the present and different people’s perspectives and it can send your mind on a whirl. It is, however, beautifully, beautifully, written. It is a wonderful book and it was very interesting read. Freaky at times, and gave me plenty of chills. IT is a great book and I recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading and horror stories!
‘She’s coming back, she is. She is. She has to.’ Steelheart crouched down, careful to avoid coming in contact with the frozen, snow covered dirt under the bridge. ‘She didn’t leave me. She didn’t! She loves me! She loves me.’ His thoughts frantically whispered inside his head, seeming to make his entire body throb. ‘But she was scared of you. You know she was. After all, who wouldn’t be?’ He cried out gently as this thought entered his eleven year old mind. “Mommy.” He finally whimpers aloud, hoping that his call won’t be in vain. He shivered, though not entirely from the cold. Had she left him? She’d been gone a long time. He finally gave in to his shaking legs and collapsed on the ground, his teeth chattering loud enough to wake the nearest town. He curled into a tight ball and tried to conserve what little heat he felt that he had left. To any outsider, Steelheart may have just looked like a lump of shivering rags, but he didn’t care what they thought. He was going to wait here for his mother. She would come back. Yes. She would have to. She loved him. ‘She loves me.’ Steelheart thought this over and over until his head ached and his skull felt as though it would cave in on his brain. He jumped up, onto his feet, startled as a stick snapped near him. Standing in front of him, is an old woman. “Come with me,” she whispers, almost like a snarl. Steelheart is afraid, but he forces his heart from his throat back into his rapidly rising and falling chest. “N-no,” he tells the woman, proud of only the tiniest quiver entwined in his voice. A man emerges from the shadows behind her and she smiles, the shadows of the new dawn reflecting from the trees and over her face, giving it an evil, gaunt appearance. “Oh my boy,” her smile twists into a leer, “your mother isn’t coming back.”
It took several seconds for Steelheart to even register that the woman had uttered a sound, much less the information her utterance had given. His jaw dropped open and his body, under its own direction, leaned up against the freezing wall of bricks. ‘I told you. I told you that she wasn’t coming back for you.’ The evil whisper in his head was back, making him cover his ears in an effort to release them from his mind. He swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked back the burning tears that had flooded his eyes. His breath came in shallow gasps, filling the air in front of him as it froze immediately. His hand clutched at his chest as he came to grips with the reality that he was alone and that his mother was never going to come back to him. That he had scared her away. Faint waves, almost like a mirage began to come from his body, cracking the bricks and melting the snow around him in a perfect circle. “Come with me, my boy. Come.” Steelheart heard the woman speak to him again and he almost shivered at how warm her voice sounded now when just moments ago she sounded evil, almost demonic. “W-who are y-you? And how d-do you know that my m-m-mother isn’t coming b-back.” The lady smiled her twisted smile again, “because she told me so.” Her simple sentence struck Steelheart’s chest like a dagger. His mother had left him, on purpose. The big man who was with the woman stepped forward when it became apparent that Steelheart was going to fall over or faint. ‘She’s never coming back. Not ever.’ That was the last echoing thought he had before his world went black.
The next conscious realization that Steelheart had is that his body was rocking back and forth. He sat up slowly in what seemed to be the back of a wagon. The wagon was so huge that Steelheart was able to stand up. He was tall and broad shouldered for his age. Almost to the point where he was too big. He stood around five and a half feet tall and had shoulders that could have belonged to an older, teenage boy. He stretched his long arms over his head and looked around in the wagon. There wasn’t much. It didn’t look like anyone used this wagon for its intended purpose of traveling. There was two small blankets, both of which he had been laying on. There was a few knick knacks here in there but nothing in particular that stood out. He saw a cloth, almost like a curtain covering what seemed to be the front of the wagon. Where the driver was. His eyes widened as flashes of memory came back to him. The man. And the old woman. Had they taken him? Where were they going?? He walked over cautiously to the flap of cloth that separated him and the driver. Steelheart pulled it back and quickly peered outside the wagon. The old woman was driving. The man was gone. The woman saw him and smiled that creepy smile again. “Hello my boy,” she addressed him, “come up here with me. You don’t have to stay back there when there’s plenty of room up here.” She patted the seat beside her with an age gnarled hand. Steelheart slowly and carefully lowered himself into the seat that he had been offered. “How’s your head?” She asked, her voice almost sounding like it could contain some pity. Steelheart shrugged one shoulder. His head was throbbing slightly towards the front, but it wasn’t anything that he couldn’t manage. Where had the man gone? The big man that had been with the woman before, did he not come? “Where…” His words came slow and sticky, and he felt as though his mouth had been stuffed full to the brim with cotton. “Where did the man go? The one who was with you?” He finally mustered up his courage to speak and got his mouth to work. The lady smiled, a kind smile, so that she almost looked that she could be some little kid’s grandmother. “He was only there with me for a time in case I needed him. And you fainted. So I ended up needing him, didn’t I?” Steelheart did his one shouldered shrug again and stared off into the thick forest of trees that they were passing. There wasn’t snow here anymore. It had all just seemed to disappear. After a while, he turned to look at the old woman. She really was old, he guessed maybe in her eighties, with hair that was whiter than fresh fallen snow. Her hair was long, handing down in free gentle waves to her surprisingly slim waist. She was fit. Much too fit for someone who was as old as the lines in her face said. “How old are you?” The question had slipped from his lips before he had realized that he was thinking it. She tossed back her head and laughed for a minute before she answered him. “Didn’t you ever learn that it’s impolite to ask a lady for her age?” She wiped at her eyes, still chuckling merrily. “I’m eighty six. And still climbing!” She added, as though this was an important fact, “I’m not gonna die anytime soon, no sir!” She continued to laugh while Steelheart looked at her strangely. He wondered while he was still sitting her with her when he didn’t even know where she was going. It wasn’t like he had somewhere else to be, but. He didn’t really know this woman. Point was, he didn’t have the faintest idea about what her intentions with him were.
After what felt like forever to an eleven year old boy, they started to pass by some sort of ranch. There were people there, the first sign of any civilization that Steelheart had seen so far on this weird trip. “Yup. That’s where we’re going.” The lady suddenly spoke as though she had read his mind. Which, knowing what he did about her, he wouldn’t be at all surprised if she actually had. “Now, watch out and mind your manners,” she told him, “we don’t usually get any boys who are as young as you are. They’re usually older teenagers, but I think that you’ll fare well, you’re quite big for your age. Eleven or twelve, ain’t cha?” Steelheart silently nodded, still holding his gaze out and towards the ranch, “eleven.” He said quietly, his voice sounding distant, as though this was all a dream. The wagon started to get really bumpy as they pulled onto a gravel road. Steelheart yanked his stare from somewhere in space and attempted to focus on his surroundings. ‘Why am I here? I shouldn’t be. My mother should have come back from me. I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry that I scared you away. Sometimes I can’t always control it.’ His thoughts ran freely as they entered the ranch through slightly rusted metal gates. The ranch was beautiful. But. It wasn’t really a ranch. At least, not really. It had gardens. Thick, lush gardens, full to the brim with every vegetable or produce that anyone could think of. Off to the right of the gardens, were fruit trees, the branches so heavy with fruit they looked like they’d snap if you released a breath. The grass was greener than any lawn that he had ever seen, mowed at the perfect length and swaying gently in the breeze. Men, no. Boys. Other boys like him were working in these gardens and plucking fruit from the trees. Others mowed the huge lawn, while a few boys trimmed hedges and others plucked weeds from flower beds exploding with colors in every shade. “This is where you are going to live now, my boy.” He looked at her somewhat strangely, “for how long?” He asked, afraid of what was to happen. She blinked in surprise, “well. Until you’re all grown up.”
Steelheart laid on the new bed, looking around at his new room. It was nice. Everything that was here looked like it could belong to people who were rich. Very rich. He mostly just stared at the ceiling and thought. His thoughts towards his mother had turned bitter and almost angry rather than sad as they had been previously. ‘Why did she have to go and leave me. I was trying to learn to control it. I didn’t mean to scare her away. I swear I didn’t.’ A single tear dripped from his eye before he wiped it away, furiously. He would not cry anymore for her. He wouldn’t. His bedroom door burst open and three big boys came in. “Well, well. The new comer is still crying over his momma.” Steelheart rose up from the bed and realized that he wasn’t quite as tall as these boys but he was just as broad in the shoulders. “Leave me alone.” The cold ice in his tone surprised him, but he held eye contact. “Leave me alone,” the oldest of the boys mocked in a falsetto voice before grinning. “Make me.” Steelheart straightened to his full height and kept staring, impressed that he wasn’t shaking and didn’t betray even a hint of fear. “Stop staring,” one of the other boys said before cuffing him in the jaw hard enough to make Steelheart fall backwards and hit his own bed. The oldest one bent down and hissed in his face, “you think you’re so cool, so strong and brave, don’t you? Let me tell you something. You’ll never be worth anything. Not anything. This is where they send the boys who have nowhere else to go. You come a nobody, and leave one too. You’re worth nothing.” He stood back up straight as everything in Steelheart boiled like hot water. He stood slowly up to face the other boys again. “You’re wrong,” he simply stated, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “I will be worth everything someday. Everything.” Two of the boys stared before beginning to laugh loudly. The middle boy, the oldest, almost looked angry. He grabbed Steelheart by the shoulders and shoved him against the wall. “No!” He almost shouted, “you listen to me!!! We are ALL stuck here!!! Your mother LEFT you!!! ALONE. You. Will never see her again. NEVER. You CANNOT change that. EVER. Okay??? You understand??? EVER!!!” He threw Steelheart hard against the wall and as he collided, something inside him snapped. The boy’s words echoed through his head like a bad dream. Nothing. Nothing? His head felt like it would implode on itself as it filled with all his thoughts of his mother. The words of the three boys in front of him. Of every person he’d met who had grossly underestimated him. Steelheart began to laugh, deep in his throat, before long, he sounded almost hysterical with it. He rose from the ground, his shaggy jet black hair falling in front of his eyes and casting shadows across his young features, making him look years older. “You’re wrong,” he hissed, “everyone is wrong. I will be worth everything. Everything.” His eyes narrowed as all three boys watched him with fear in their eyes. Steelheart’s mouth twisted into an evil smile that was so unlike his usual nature. “You will all see.” With that, waves of pure power started to come from his body, cracking the walks, shattering light bulbs, casting the room into darkness. The walls around him crashed to the ground as if they were constructed of paper rather than bricks. The whole house came down, it had all turned to solid steel, as had his heart. He walked calmly out, the only survivor, setting off into the world, to prove them wrong. To prove them all wrong…
I am a very avid reader. I could read before I was four years old. I was reading the Nancy Drew books between the ages of five and six. I have always loved and had an interest in reading. I read the entire Harry Potter series when I was eight years old and they have been my favorite books ever since. I read back in my room, where it’s usually quiet. I read outside in my backyard. I read at school, at breakfast, read almost everywhere, because, why not? I love to read. I love to read fantasy novels, mystery books and horror stories. I usually only read one book at a time. It helps me keep better track of plots and conflicts in all the separate stories. I don’t want to confuse any of them and have to read them all over again. I like suspenseful books. Books that keep your attention the entire time.