Violet Eyes

Just finished this book. Its cute and I will admit a bit cheesy BUT HEY, who doesn't like cheese!? Its a retelling of "The Princess and the Pea" and I dont remember that story much but I still remember hearing it when I was little. This book is about a girl who lives on a farm with her parents. One day they find a man on their land who is unconsious and they take care of him. Nursing him back to health. They eventaully find out that he is the Prince Henery who infact is to be wed to another princess (of which he doesn't know) within the coming week. And ofcourse Violet falls in love with the Prince and trys her hardest to prove that she is the one that should marry the Prince.

All around a good chick flick book. And fyi I read this book in a day.

I read this book a while ago and I have to admit I was a little suprized with this it. Its not one that I will buy but it was a fun read.
A sweeping fantasy chronicling a courageous girl’s fight for freedom in a world ravaged by war and religious fanaticism.


Zahira is a young woman of the conquered Rua people, their country occupied by another, very different culture – the Sedorne. Zahira is an orphan and has been raised to despise and distrust the occupying population, as well as to be a devout follower of the native religion. But everything changes for Zahira when her home and foster family are destroyed and she finds out some shocking truths about her heritage and real family. Realizing that it is up to her to do something about the violence and upheaval that are tearing her country apart, she must learn to accept her Sedorne origins and try to bridge the gap between the warring cultures. But when her own people suspect her of treachery for her ideas – especially after she saves the life of a Sedorne nobleman and begins to fall in love – the epic task ahead of her seems insurmountable...

Both are good books but not good enough for me to want to run out and buy them. Thats why I'm glad the library has such a great selection of books!! I will recommend getting them from the library but unfortunatly not for buying, but thats just my personal opinnion.

Incarceron

"Imagine a living prison so vast that it contains corridors and forests, cities and seas. Imagine a prisoner with no memory, who is sure he came from Outside, even though the prison has been sealed for centuries and only one man, half real, half legend, has ever escaped.

Imagine a girl in a manor house in a society where time has been forbidden, where everyone is held in a seventeenth century world run by computers, doomed to an arranged marriage that appals her, tangled in an assassination plot she both dreads and desires.
One inside, one outside
But both imprisoned.
Imagine a war that has hollowed the moon, seven skullrings that contain souls, a flying ship and a wall at the world's end.
Imagine the unimaginable.
Imagine Incarceron." -- by Catherine Fisher

I read this book and I have to admit at first I wasn't sure if it would be a good read BUT even though I was uncertain of it, it kept me reading! The reason for that is because there are these two story lines of two different people and you have NO idea how they connect! It was a good read, but probably one that I'm not going to own.

New Idea

So I'm going to start put writting about books as well on this. Here is the last book that I just read:




So I read this book in ONE WHOLE Day! It's a book that my husband was required to read for one of his classes and he decided to keep it. He had been pushing me to read it but I just didn't want to. So he gave it to his Dad and then after his Dad read it his Mother read it. After listening to them talk about how each one is in the box and all about the book I finally got fed up with feeling out of the loop. So I read it and I have to admit it is in my top 5 books now!
It really makes you open your eyes and to understand others. I have to admit that this has helped me make friends and has helped me to be able to responde to people better. Its a good book to in the fact that its told as a story not as someone telling you what to do. I'm not a fan of those books and I tend to scan through them. I suggest this book to everyone!!

Kat

Make up time!

I have a problem, There were no good stories to write of the last 4 days. So I'm hoping that today will change and I will have something good to write about. I'm sorry if you were hoping for something! I hope I can make it up to you today!! Thanks for reading my stories.

KatS

p.s. please feel free to leave comments on what I can improve on! I want criticism.

Hum a Little Tune

I know, I know its sad that I've already missed a day of writing a story! But hey I'm going to write two today now!! I do have an excuse and I believe that it is a good one: the internet at our apartment doesn't work and when it does its around the time that Tyson needs it to do homework and most of the time it only works when you plug into the wall! So that's my excuse. And one last thing: please vote! And if you're really energetic maybe even leave of comment of how my writing is or what I can improve on. The voting thing is at the top of the blog and all you have do to is click on one of the options and then on vote. It doesn't even tell me who did what vote it is anonymous Thanks! Enjoy Yesterdays Story!

*WARNING this story involves a little blood*

          Do you ever have moments where you wish you could go back in time and slap some sense into your past self? That was the first thing I wished to do as I woke up to my husband trying to pull me out of bed at 6:30 in the morning. For some strange reason I had told Tyson that I wanted to wake up at 6:30 with him and told him to get me out of bed no matter what. So here we were, my hands clutching to our warm bed sheets for dear life with my husband gradually pulling me away.
     "You're letting all the warmth out! Let go!" I cry in desperation. I know I was being stubborn but less sleep makes it harder for me to think clearly and I was determined to stay in the nice cozey bed and get at least fifteen more minutes of sleep. A huge smile crosses Tyson face and I know that smile, its his scheming smile which means I'm in for one heck of a ride. All the sudden I feel one huge tug and I'm flying off the bed. I knew my strength wouldn't last against his but I had to try. I look up at Tyson with what I describe as a look that could kill, but Tyson just starts laughing as he heads off to the bathroom.
     "Don't forget you asked for my help in getting you out of bed." Tyson reminds me.
     "Yeah, but I didn't you to physically throw me out of bed." I tell him, putting more emphasis into the word ‘throwing’, as I walk past the bathroom to the kitchen. 'I apparently need to choose me words wisely' I think to myself. I look in the fridge and am suddenly reminder that we are out of milk. 'Well cereal is out, what else to do have to eat here?' I think as my mood drops more and more. I look around the kitchen hoping for something to eat. I end up with my home made bread and the raspberry jam I had made with Jill this past weekend. As I walk over to the table to sit down and enjoy my breakfast I feel a sharp, stabbing pain in my foot shoot up my body.
     "OUCH!" I cry out. I drop the food on the table and quickly sit down on my chair to examine what could cause so much pain. I examine my throbbing foot and see nothing but a little spot of blood. I squeeze more blood out hoping that whatever is in there will come out with it.
      "Dang it! That hurts!" I whine. I hear Tyson coming to see what’s causing me so much pain. He then looks at it and starts to laugh.
     "Are you kidding me? Its just a little scratch." He then grabs some bread and jam and starts eating. Ignoring his comment, I hop on my one healthy foot to the bathroom and grab some tweezers out of the medical kit and sit down on the bathroom counter. I then start doing a medical exam looking for anything that could still be in my wound. I hear Tyson dropping his dishes in the sink and then walking towards the bathroom. He leans in the doorway of the bathroom with a grin on his face.
     "Hey I'm leaving for school, I'll see you later" he says as he kisses me on the forehead.
     "All right bye, love you." I say as I'm intently searching for anything in my wound. I then hear him grab his bike and walk out the door.
          After five minutes of searching for something I was starting to get frustrated. I couldn't see anything in the wound but I could still feel something there. Finally I just started pulling at skin and trying to pin point where that object was. Then my tweezers scraped across something that caused that same amount of pain that I had felt earlier. I swiped it back across that same area and found what I had been searching so hard for but couldn't see, glass. I pulled it out staring at it in awe. 'Why is there glass on my floor!?' I think to myself. Then it hits me, Tyson had dropped a glass cup last week. I role my eyes because I wasn't surprised that some glass had fallen on the floor. I distinctly remember saying, 'Shake the rug outside! I don't want glass on my floor.' I drop the piece of glass into the garbage can and start to clean up my foot.
          After my foot is clean I walk to the bedroom slip my white, fluffy slippers on my feet and walk back into the kitchen. I grab my broom and start cleaning the floor hoping to sweep up any more glass that could be on the floor. After I'm done with that I feel a sigh of relief inside of me. I then realize that it doesn't matter what events happen to you during the day, what makes the day bad is your attitude. We decided how our day is going to be, not the other way around. I turn the radio on and start getting ready for work humming to the song - today is going to be a good day.

Fear Unlike Any Other

          I can feel the hesitation building up in me. There was a reason I had put this off for so long and I still want to put it off but it has to be done. Brad our apartment manager is coming sometime this week - of course he didn't tell us when- and I couldn't stand the thought of him looking into the dark cave full of toxic fumes, also known as our oven.
     "Katie it's not that big of a deal if you don’t want to do it than don’t!" I can hear the annoyance in Tyson’s voice. I had hoped that my complaints would have saved me the trouble and gotten Tyson to do the dirty job of cleaning it for me, but to no avail.
     "What if Brad charges us for not taking care of it or what if he gets a bad impression of me because of it?!" I say with more desperation in my voice.
     "It sounds like the world is going to end." Tyson says in a mocking tone.
     "You should at least help me! I mean you made most of that mess with your cheese toast and other creations you've come up with." it was my turn to show the frustration in my tone.
     "Look Katie I'll help you a little bit but I do have homework that needs to get done and other projects." Tyson says. I felt the guilt slowly working through me. He was right, like always. I know he would help me no matter what and probably even do it himself if he wasn't in school right now. I let out a little sign in defeat.
     "Well I'll take what help I can get." I said thankful that he was nice enough to help as much as he could. He then looks inside the cave and gives me ideas on how to clean it. He then pulls the oven away from the wall so I can even sweep behind it.
     "Spring break I'll be of more help with cleaning. I promise." Tyson says. He then kisses me on the forehead and then is out the front door headed to work on some group project.
          I decide that I have all night to finish this project and that there is no need to hurry. I walk into my room and slide on some grungy clothes so I don’t get my nice work clothes dirty. I then walk into the bathroom and pull back my hair so it’s out of my face and away from any nasty burnt cheese or other unknown burnt food in the oven. I walk back into the kitchen and start to get out the cleaning tools that I'll need. 'Too bad I don’t have a flame thrower or any other heavy equipment' I think to myself. I grab my dish soap, a scraper that I use on my non-stick cook wear, and last a couple of old socks that neither Tyson nor I want. I then find myself staring into the huge mess in the oven.
          'I wish I would have been smart like Annie and put aluminum foil on the bottom of the oven' I think to myself. 'Well it’s now or never. I grab one of the old socks and soak it in water and dive in. I can smell the fumes from the mess and can feel my hands drying out. I was never a fan of this kind of cleaning. I was starting to get annoyed with the spots that seemed to be welded onto the bottom of the oven. They wouldn't budge or even get smaller. But I found myself still trying. I was started on this project and wasn't going to stop will the job was done. I finally let the music playing fill my mind and let it wander thinking of other things rather than the frustration.
          An hour later I found a sparkling oven and somewhat clean floor. 'Success!' I thought as a huge smile crossed my face. I then felt stupid after making such a huge fuss over this. I laid some aluminum foil on the bottom of the oven and found myself admiring the cleanliness of the oven. It happens so often where we find ourselves postponing a project because we either find it a waste of time of too hard. When in all reality nothing is a waste of time if you learn something from it or gain strength from it and last we are always undermining ourselves. We're capable of anything that we set or minds to.

My Narrative Essay

The Beast

         I can feel the cold breeze blowing on my neck pushing me forward toward the potato cellar that is now filled with farming equipment with layers of dust on them, instead of potatoes. I know the cellar its self is safe but what is inside of it is what makes me want to turn and run. As I take my first few steps into the cold, dark cellar I begin to rethink my decision. I can smell the dry dirt that covers the cellar floor and the rust that is coming from the farm equipment. I can hear the birds flying above trying to find their way out of the cellar. ‘Maybe that’s a sign’ I think to myself. Unfortunately I trust my new fiancée, Tyson and keep walking forward with him leading the way. I still remember what he told me when we first got engaged.
   “It’s a necessity that you learn this, if you are going to join my family”.
I had finally convinced myself that it was, like he said, a necessity and now found myself in this predicament. I watch Tyson as he un-covers the beast that I was supposedly going to tame. I look at the white four-wheeler, with bright red writing on it saying blaster. After reading the word blaster, images of rockets, defying gravity and the number 911 pop into my head, this is going to end very badly.
         Tyson rolls the four-wheeler down the rusted ramp that is connected to the trailer. He then starts to inspect it and as I watch I can’t help but wish that something was wrong with it and that I wouldn’t have to turn the dreadful thing on and try to drive it.
   “Looks to me like the air pressure is low in this front right tire,” says Tyson.
   ‘Yes!’ I think ‘I get to live another day’.
   “Thankfully, we won’t be going on any long distance rides today so this will be just fine” he then says.
It is as if I had won the winning prize on some radio show and they then had the nerve to tell me that it was all just a joke. My heart plummets into my stomach so far that I have to take a deep breath to try and revive myself.
   “Well I guess now is better than later,” I say to Tyson “let’s get this over with”.
         I can feel the fear within me trying to take hold of my body. Sure I had ridden four-wheelers and dirt bikes but with someone else driving. Now this is me driving it and worse than that the four-wheeler is one with gears that you have to shift on your own. I hesitant to turn it on for fear of it running off with me but I wasn’t going to give into my fear. I turn it on and I can feel the rumble of the engine underneath me.
   “Ok Katie, slowly let go of the clutch and start giving it gas.” says Tyson.
I hear him but his voice seems fogy and distant. My mind isn’t listening; it’s focusing on one thing and one thing only, surviving. The next I know the four-wheeler jerks forward and then dies with a loud grunt.
   “Crap! I knew it! I knew I shouldn’t be trusted with this, now I’ve broken it.” I say, stunned at what had just happened.
I look back at Tyson and I can see that smile he gets when I do or say something idiotic.
   “I’m glad you’re enjoying my pain.” I say to him as if to make him feel bad.
   “You didn’t break it, you just killed the engine.” Tyson explains with a big smile of his face.
He then grabs the key and turns the four-wheeler back on.
         I can feel my heart starting to race, but not with fear this time, no this was different, I . . . I’m actually enjoying this. I can feel the fear dwindling away little by little and excitement starting to make its presence known. I sit there with my left hand on the clutch holding tight and my right hand gently giving the four-wheeler some gas.
   “Ok, again Katie, give it more gas and slowly let the clutch out,” Tyson says emphasizing the word slowly.
         This time I let it register in my mind and do exactly as he says. I can feel the four-wheeler starting to move forward and the excitement exploding in my body and I let go of the clutch faster than I should have and the four-wheeler jerks forward and dies with a grunt, again. I know that what had just happened was wrong but that explosion of excitement caught me off guard. Without Tyson even getting close to the key, I grab it and turn it.
         It’s the same feeling as the last time that I turned the four-wheeler on, the excitement, but this time I’m ready for it. Tyson doesn’t even have to say anything, I know what to do. I rev the engine; give it enough gas to get the motor going. I repeat in my mind what Tyson said to me earlier ‘slowly let the clutch out’. I can feel the clutch disengaging as I let it out. It feels like the tense muscles of a horse that is ready to sprint. ‘Now give it some gas’ I think as I start pushing harder and harder with my thumb to give it more gas. As I do that I can feel the four-wheeler creeping forward.
         I finally give enough gas that I suddenly find the four-wheeler moving forward, not at a creeping pace or about to die. Stunned at the idea that I’m actually doing it, I finally bring myself to look up –instead of at my hands –and find that I am coming closer to the cellar doors. “Crap! How you stop this thing?” I yell back to Tyson and see him running after me. “Right foot! Right foot!” Cries Tyson. I glance down at my right foot and see a peg that I have just been resting my foot on. I gradually start putting pressure on that; enough pressure to stop the blaster, before we get close and personal with the cellar doors.
         A few weeks later…I can feel the wind blowing past me as I speed down the dirt road leading out into the dry desert, trying to keep up with my still fiancée, Tyson. Even though I am driving the ‘blaster’ the name means nothing compared to the dirt bike Tyson is driving, but I do my best to keep up. I’m still not accustomed to driving the blaster but we get along pretty well after a couple weeks of practice. I finally catch up to Tyson only because he has let off the gas and allows me to catch up. He then points behind us, up in the sky and I glance behind. Even though my helemt restricts my eye sight, I can see behind us what was not reported on the weather channel. Dark clouds growing bigger and coming our way.
         We are half way to the office that is out on the farming land that Tyson works on and we had planned on stopping there to have the lunch we had packed. I look back at Tyson and I can see his right eye brow rising as if to say ‘think you can handle a little rain or do we need to turn back so your hair doesn’t get wet?’ I glare back at him and then without warning press hard on the gas, taking off ahead of him. While portraying the image of not caring, inside my head I’m praying the rain doesn’t hit till after we have reached the office. Unfortunately, my luck seems to have run out because the rain starts fall while we are about two miles away from the office.
         The second I feel the rain hit the skin on my arm –that isn’t protected with a long sleeve jacket or long sleeve shirt –I gasp in shock at the pain one drop of rain can make. The pain feels as if someone is shooting their air soft gun at me at a close rang. I look at my arms which are now covered with bright red welts. I set my sights on the Tyson who has once again sped ahead of me and is almost to the office. I try to only think of the warmth that will come once we get there, but the drops of rain get bigger and faster. I can start to feel the rain soaking through my jeans and the wind that once felt nice getting cold and icy.
         I finally reaching the office I hurry and shift the gears and slow the four-wheeler to a stop. I look up at Tyson who isn’t sure what emotion I am feeling right now and is trying to decided whether he should portray pity for me or laugh at me. I turn off the four-wheeler and take off my helmet. I see relief cross Tyson face as he sees the huge grin on my face. We then run inside and enjoy our lunch while watching the rain fall. As we sit there in silence staring out the window I remember what Tyson’s mother had told me about why she joined in these activities with her husband and kids. “It’s not because I enjoy it, I do it so that I won’t miss one second with the ones I love. It’s so I can make memories with them and not hear about memories they made without me.”