This is a picture of the ocean. In the novel, Mary constantly refers to the ocean, believing that it/something exists outside of the forest and the community.
This is a picture of a seminary/religious building. In the community, religion is a big part and is law. Mary lost this connection between herself and God/religion that the Sisterhood and the community work to have everyone believe in and follow.
This is a picture of a worker appearing to work/fix a fence. In the novel, the Guardians are people who are building and maintaining the fence that protects the community and paths that lead to/from the community.
This is a picture of a tree. In the novel, the community is placed in the middle of a forest, and trees/the forest are an important part in everyone’s lives. It is partially what makes Mary believe in the ocean because the ocean is something very different from the forest.
After being halfway through the novel, things are starting to pick up. I do believe that the conflict in the first part of the novel was believable, but something seemed off about it to me. There was to much tension and almost seemed forced. After the breach in the fences, however, now the conflict is becoming more realistic and it flows much better. I am liking the section after the breach much more than before and am more interested in seeing what happens.
I am going to be reading the first three books in the series Redwall. I chose it because it is a series I started recently and haven’t been able to put much time into it. I enjoyed what I have read so far and would like to continue reading. I plan on finishing the first novel by October 31, the second novel by November 26, and the third novel by December 14.
Okay, that was it. I was done. Every day I had tried so hard to fit in and be normal, but everyone knew this thing about me and would not let it go. Sure, I was an epic, sure I was powerful, but they stopped looking past that. Now, in the middle of the school year, after so long of being avoided, they were asking for help. Another epic had come by. A dangerous one.
He was ruthless, capturing students and suspending them in the air, only to make them watch him go around cutting off limb after limb of others. They were calling to me, wanting me to save them, distract the epic, do anything to help because they knew there was no way they could do anything without losing an arm or a leg, let alone survive. I was the only one that could not be hurt by him.
I watched as one of the more popular kids got strung up by sharp invisible threads. Blood was seeping starting to drip from tightened points on their body. They were the one that told people to avoid me all the time, even if those they were telling had already planned on doing so. I thought back to all the years of loneliness and rejection. I was done. I turned my back to them and listened as they realized and screamed after me. They knew I wouldn’t help, and the panic in their voice was beautiful.
I ran after the epic, who had gone down a different hall, away from where I had been watching. I wanted to help. And so, I did. These people thought, after all their years of torment and avoidance that I would become a hero and save them all. They were wrong, and I was delighted.
The Flying of Falcons is a novel that outlines the developmental sequences of young falcons, exploring their potential and skill through the use of several accounts and experiences of falcons used for the art of falconry. Ed Pitcher writes of these falcons and explains what processes they are going through as they develop and interact with their falconer and team, giving falconers insight to how falcons become a seasoned killer with good manners.
This novel is a good read, and brings great understanding to training raptors. The processes are complicated, as it is with training birds of prey, though everything is worded, explained, and applied in a great way, making following the processes much easier. I enjoyed this work a lot and it was very informative. I would recommend it to anyone and everyone working with birds of prey as well as to those who would like to understand how falcons become so successful both in captivity and the wild.
Reading on my own began sometime between ages four and six, I’m sure. I had always been read to when i was young and always encouraged to enjoy reading. I loved fantasy books, and still very much do. When I was young, I loved the Magic Tree House books. Most often I would read curled up in a chair or in bed and am the same today. My most read genres today would include realistic fiction, fantasy, and nonfictional works. I would only ever read one book at a time, and read it very quickly so I could move onto the next one.
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