In the story “How to Build a Fire” by Jack London it says “He was without imagination”. I think that this means that a man without imagination, cannot survive. Just like in the story, the man didn’t survive. I think if the man had more of an imagination, he could’ve thought about the possible outcome and prepared for the trials. The man faces many problems while he is out in the cold, I believe if he had more of an imagination he could’ve survived. I know when I face trials I think about the outcome and usually prepare for what will happen
Source: Love? Maybe., Heather Helper- page 4
Context: ” I have to stifle the urge to roll my eyes again.”
In Their Words: verb (used with object), sti·fled, sti·fling.
to quell, crush, or end by force:to stifle a revolt; to stifle free expression.
to suppress, curb, or withhold:to stifle a yawn.
to kill by impeding respiration; smother
In My Words: When you keep yourself from doing something.
If the story doesn’t have a clear good guy, or bad guy, what is the point of telling this story? In the real world there is no good guy and bad guy. So, with this I found there is a lot of use in these kinds of stories. Stories where there is not a good guy or a bad guy helps us relate to real life. Everyone makes mistakes, that’s what makes us imperfect, and human, so there are no absolutely perfect good guys, or really bad guys. Like in the book, A Monster Calls he said that we are all in the middle. We all have lessons to learn, and we are always improving.
Source: Two Summers, Aimee Friedman- page 161
Quote:“I dab at my eyes and refocus in the painting , soaking in all the details: the swirls of Dad’s paintbrush in the blue sky, the tiny crack in the lower right-hand corner of the canvas. The deep, saturated red of the poppies.
Context: Summer’s parents are divorced, but it’s not like a usual divorce when the child goes to one parent for the weekdays and the other for the weekends. Instead Summer lives with her mom a little outside of New York, and her dad lives in France. Right now she is seeing the painting her dad made for her for the first time, and she is so overwhelmed by it, she gets really emotional and starts to see that her dad loves her.
This Makes Me Think: When you go to an art gallery, you admire the art that is there. But with Summers experience it’s different, it was made for her, it’s very important. You only notice the important small details when you feel a connection to the art.
Source: Two Summers, Aimee Friedman-page 65
Quote: “My head is really hurting, and my legs are shaky, so I let myself fall into the brown chair behind me. I hug my tote bag my chest, holding back a sob. I don’t think you should come, Dad had said. His voice reverberates in my ears. Why would he do this, reverse everything, ruin everything? Couldn’t he have told me sooner? All my planning and packing and excitement-gone in one phone call. Done. Poof. Magic.”
Context: This is part two of the story so it’s basically another version of what is happening. In his version she never went to Paris, her dad called her and told her not to come this year but to come next year. She’s obviously very disappointed.
This Made Me Think: That Summer may be dreaming, the author hasn’t said it straight forward but they have vaguely hinted at the possibility that this may be a dream. I truly was very confused when I got to the second part of the book, it was a whole different side to the story but I hope it makes more sense towards the end of the book.
Source: Two Summers, Aimee Friedman-page 68
Context: The shades in my room are drawn tight. My head aches and my cheeks have that Taut, stiff quality they get after I’ve been crying for a while.
In their words: adjective, taut·er, taut·est.
tightly drawn; tense; not slack.
emotionally or mentally strained or tense:taut nerves.
in good order or condition; tidy; neat.
In my words: When you’re face feels tight or stretched
Source: Two Summers, Aimee Friedman-page 48
Context: Sure enough, I find myself on Boulevard du Temps. The quaint, cobblestoned avenue I saw from the taxi has become a vibrant, sparkling swath swarming with people.
In their words: noun
the space covered by the stroke of a scythe or the cut of a mowing machine.
the piece or strip so cut.
a line or ridge of grass, grain, or the like, cut and thrown together by a scythe or mowing machine.
a strip, belt, or long and relatively narrow extent of anything
In my words: A large number of people or things or a large area of something.
Source: Two Summers, Aimee Friedman-page 47
Context: The room across from mine is ajar, and I peer inside the darkened room, feeling a bit like I’m trespassing.
In their words: adjective, adverb
neither entirely open nor entirely shut; partly open:The door was ajar
In my words: Door open partially
I really do agree with the monster. Stories are like wild creatures, they can make you think and imagine a world that is different then the one you’re in. Books make you think and learn, and they make you have a different perspective on certain situations in the real world. Books transport you to a different time and place and it makes them more interesting. The monster says that books can wreak havoc, and I think that this may be true for some books, but with most books I personally don’t think that books really ‘wreak havoc’. I do believe that stories are like wild creatures in the sense that books can make a story come to life.
Source: Two Summers, Aimee Friedman-page 45
Quote: That she’d go through the motions of her summer, counting the days until my return, while I was off having rich, juicy experiences. The evidence, though, is as clear as a picture: Ruby is still the one having the experiences, and I’m here, slumped at a desk in an empty house.
Context: What’s happening in the book right now is the main character is Summer and her mom lives in America and her dad lives in France. Summer goes to France to visit her dad and when she gets there, her dad is in Berlin and she has nowhere to go. So in this quote, shes missing her friends who are celebrating independence day, and she wants to be with her best friend. But she is stuck in France with no one to celebrate with.
This made me think: That she should just go home. I don’t understand why she is staying and why she feels that she needs to stay until her dad comes back. She’s missing her friends and her mom and she wants to go home but she just hasn’t left yet.