<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:45:03.569-07:00</updated><category term='Micheal Lewis'/><category term='The Blind Side'/><category term='Sandra Bullock'/><category term='Micheal Oher'/><title type='text'>V12 Writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-2077370090682344809</id><published>2010-08-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:51:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are [Debut Single]</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/Y5lO4hEAJHU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5lO4hEAJHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-2077370090682344809?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/2077370090682344809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/08/bruno-mars-just-way-you-are-debut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/2077370090682344809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/2077370090682344809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/08/bruno-mars-just-way-you-are-debut.html' title='Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are [Debut Single]'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-3356655709862340237</id><published>2010-05-22T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:27:42.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micheal Oher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Blind Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandra Bullock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micheal Lewis'/><title type='text'>The Blind Side</title><content type='html'>This book is about a young African American boy, Micheal Oher, who has grown up through poverty, in the worst side of Memphis Tn., Hurt Village, and to a crack addicted mother. At a young age Micheal was taken away from his mother by FBI athorities along with his brother. Michael wasn't a small man, he stood about 6'8" and 300 lbs, and had always been a fan of the game of football. Micheal's aunt and uncle, Big Tony, had gotten tired of taking care of him so his Big Tony had tried to find him a school to go to and finally succeeded after talking to the athletic coach, Hugh Freeze, of Briacrest Christain Collage. The staff and school board pulled a meeting with Coach Hugh because they feel that he isn't ellagible due to his grades are very low and his IQ is low as well, but Hugh has faith in "Big Mike". Although the board didn't agree they let Micheal in and he became a student. After a few weeks in school teachers began to notice that Micheal hadn't been making any progress with his work and they began talking to eachother about this Oher student. One teacher, Marilyn Beasly, Micheal's Biology teacher began wondering how she could find out what Micheal really does know. So she pulled Micheal into a small room and gave him a test verbally, and to her amazment he passed the test. Although, the other teachers didn't believe in him, Beasly began telling her fellow teachers that he does know what they have been teaching him, but he can't read nor write. One day, one of the other students and his family were driving by Micheal and the father, Sean Touhy, stopped to ask, Big Mike where he was going. "The Gym," Oher replied and he asked "Why" but Micheal said "Ball practice" and Mr. Touhy believed him and drove off, but as they got only a few hundred feet away the mother, Leigh Anne Touhy, said stop the car. The Touhy family drove back to Mike, Leigh Anne got out of the and stopped Mike to see really where he was going, "I'm going to the gym," Micheal said, "But the gym is closed, So really where are you going!!!" Leigh Anne exclaims. "I'm goin to the gym," Micheal replied, "Why?" Leigh Anne exhailed, "It's warm," Micheal said.....................So the Touhy family took Micheal in and........You will have to read The Blind Side by Micheal Lewis or if your not a book reader then catch up with very close details from the movie, featuring Sanda Bullock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-3356655709862340237?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3356655709862340237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/blind-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3356655709862340237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3356655709862340237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/blind-side.html' title='The Blind Side'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-3364953291702874077</id><published>2010-05-22T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T06:54:17.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom/Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-3364953291702874077?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3364953291702874077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/promdancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3364953291702874077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3364953291702874077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/promdancing.html' title='Prom/Dancing'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-954966605294683573</id><published>2010-05-22T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:53:59.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the knowlege obtained from the 1920's Research Paper</title><content type='html'>Although currently living in the 20th century, I wouldn't have wanted to live back in the 1920's. The boom of culture sounds interesting and also the automobile industry is a major part of my intrest. Music is a big hit during the 20's but most of all it was a humpy dumpty kind of situation. Like one decade its all good and the next humpty falls and cant be put back together again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-954966605294683573?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/954966605294683573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-knowlege-obtained-from-1920s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/954966605294683573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/954966605294683573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-knowlege-obtained-from-1920s.html' title='From the knowlege obtained from the 1920&apos;s Research Paper'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-5478308931424154932</id><published>2010-05-20T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:19:20.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S_lt7Q3oTfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Trynd4fSpbI/s1600/camaro_crash_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474527686953553394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S_lt7Q3oTfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Trynd4fSpbI/s320/camaro_crash_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S_ltvVk_s2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dhXmjS71y1I/s1600/camaro_crash_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474527482059141986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S_ltvVk_s2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/dhXmjS71y1I/s320/camaro_crash_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S_lmQR27fRI/AAAAAAAAABs/4oP-_S2b09k/s1600/cincinatti_camaro_ss_crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474519251903282450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S_lmQR27fRI/AAAAAAAAABs/4oP-_S2b09k/s320/cincinatti_camaro_ss_crash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The term &lt;em&gt;Holocaust&lt;/em&gt; comes from the Greek origin that means "sacrifice by fire" and to me this photo on the left is what I concider to be a&lt;em&gt; Holocaust. &lt;/em&gt;Although this picture has nothing to to with the Nazi's killing the millions of Jews and this car wasn't sacrificed by fire, but in my eyes the driver of this 2010 Camaro SS sacrificed their vehicle to save someone else's life. Although, there wasn't a story found to go along with this picture but the police report said that the driver walked away without any injuries. As of the time this was published there wasn't another vehicle present at the time of the wreck, and police are investigating the cause. I've seen several drunk driving accidents and never in my life have I seen one this bad, so I don't feel the driver was drunk. On the other hand, by the sircumstances of the light pole this car had to be going well over 100+ mph in order to push the pole completley through the engine, transmition, front seats and finally stop in the middle of the back seat. Without anyother knowlege of the crash site I cannot comment or speculate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Authour Elie Wiesel is one man who has been put through harder times than most people will ever see. At a young age him and his family had been deported to another country, but they could not stay together as a family, while him and his dad had been put with other men, his mother and sisters where put with another group and later the mother and youngest of the sisters died. Later on in this harsh life of Elie, president Jimmie Carter had assigned him to be the chairman of the Holocaust foundation and later, Elie and Mrs. Wiesel built their own organization, The Elie Wiesel Foundation for Humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the early years of the Nazi regime, the National Socialist government established concentration camps to detain real and imagined political and ideological opponents. Increasingly years before the outbreak of war, SS and police officials incarcerated Jews, Roma, and other victims of nationality and ethnic groups in these camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S__CvQ8g5sI/AAAAAAAAACE/_-JndVxWpYI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309789164234434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S__CvQ8g5sI/AAAAAAAAACE/_-JndVxWpYI/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture to the left reminds me of the holocaust because of the fact you can see the figure but in all reality there isn't a person in the figure its just a statue. The black represents the darkness they faced, the blue represents the perfect future that they were forced out of, and the white represents the blankness they had inorder to live through the harshness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-5478308931424154932?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/5478308931424154932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/5478308931424154932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/5478308931424154932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust.html' title='Holocaust'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/S_lt7Q3oTfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Trynd4fSpbI/s72-c/camaro_crash_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-8373053231661588705</id><published>2010-03-15T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:10:54.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully by 2012 Chevy will Produce the Camaro Z28!!!</title><content type='html'>Although the 2010 Camaro's are the hottest sports cars to hit the average city streets, in my oppion, if Chevrolet could stop messing around with the &lt;a href="http://www.motortrend.com/auto_news/112_0909_chevrolet_camaro_z28_is_go/photo_01.html"&gt;Camaro Z28 prototype &lt;/a&gt;and just fix the glitches, mass market it, and get it to the Car Lover's of America. I would go buy one and just maybe buy one for my wife, if she wanted one, as I'm sure many other car enthusiest like me would. Also the women out there who like cars as much as us guys do would buy em too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...............!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-8373053231661588705?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/8373053231661588705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/hopefully-by-2012-chevy-will-produce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8373053231661588705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8373053231661588705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/hopefully-by-2012-chevy-will-produce.html' title='Hopefully by 2012 Chevy will Produce the Camaro Z28!!!'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-4932045149827472709</id><published>2010-03-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:56:48.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To What Would You Have An Olympic-Size Commitment To?</title><content type='html'>This question has been brought up to me and its had me thinking. Well lets see just what I would commit myself to with as much effort as people do to make it all the way in the Olympic's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One commitment I would put this much effort in achieving is to get back to being physically fit again, because its one achievment I want so much to complete. I've been heavy since the first year I went through the third grade, Yes I've been through twice, because I went through my first divorce with my parents and also I was rebelious to rules, so as a result I ate what I wanted and well weight took over, and I became a fat kid. Loseing weight isn't hard but keeping it off and becoming more physically fit is the main challenge I'm facing. Workouts that include cardio, muscle toneing, and fat burning are the main workouts that I'm trying to do so that when I get older and retirment gets around the corner, if our economy doesn't plumish, I'll be healthy enough to still work and not just live off retirement. In the future I hope to own a business and hopefully pass it down to my children, so that when the time comes I die then my kids will have an inheritence with the possibility of having money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-4932045149827472709?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/4932045149827472709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-what-would-you-have-olympic-size.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/4932045149827472709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/4932045149827472709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-what-would-you-have-olympic-size.html' title='To What Would You Have An Olympic-Size Commitment To?'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-3488745134318948464</id><published>2010-03-11T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:32:21.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini</title><content type='html'>The main character, Amir, was a wealthy Afghani who didn't learn from this past. Amir watched his half brother, Hassan, get raped and did nothing, and he didn't even tell his father becuase Amir was too selfish. Although Hassan saved Amir from getting beat up many times and he ran to get the great 'trophy kite', meanwhile getting raped Amir wouldn't help him or let anyone know so that they could get Hassan help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out this book, Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, to find out how this friendship pans out and or what happens to Hassan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-3488745134318948464?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3488745134318948464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/kite-runner-by-khaled-hosseini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3488745134318948464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3488745134318948464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/kite-runner-by-khaled-hosseini.html' title='Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-8394991567989927723</id><published>2010-03-11T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T06:40:05.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Wars</title><content type='html'>Civil wars are all around us everyday we live. Civil wars include your basic sibling fights, to relationship fights, to conflict fights and even your school rivalries. Although we don't pay attention to most of these fights because we see them day in and day out, someone gets hurt from the simple brusies to the major emotional hurt. Some of these we don't see daily we stop to watch or after it happens it's the main topic that people talk about until something new comes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-8394991567989927723?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/8394991567989927723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/civil-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8394991567989927723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8394991567989927723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/civil-wars.html' title='Civil Wars'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-3933160926831039358</id><published>2010-03-11T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:39:04.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John by Nicholas Sparks</title><content type='html'>Dear John is a love story between a current U.S. Marine and a sweethearted little christian girl, who meet on the beach during John's leave for duty. As most men in the armed forces, John is a muscular, and sometimes aggressive soldier, but Savannah is a small town church girl. As this story develops Savannah and some of her friends were hanging on the pier when accidently one of the guys leaned up against the railing and knocked her bag off into the ocean. Well, John is was not far from them when he over heard Savannah scream,"Oh no my bag!!!," and jumps off the side of the pier. Randy, the guy who knocked the bag off, hurled himself down the dock to retrieve the bag, but by his supprize John had already fetched it and was out of the water when he and Savannah got to the waters edge. On later in the story, Savannah and John start hanging out, having casual dates, working on the housing project together until John's leave is up. Before John leaves Savannah asked John to make her a promise, "Please write me everyday and tell me everything," "Okay?" So as John returns to the normal routine of serving his country, Savannah keeps helping with the housing project. After Johns tour is up, will he return to his summer love or will he return to find that Savannah has moved on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this will inspire you to go read this book, Dear John by the best selling author Nicholas Sparks, and if you don't like to read just go rent the movie. But I have to confess that me myself don't like to read but this story wasn't one I could put down many times. The movie is great but just like all other books that come out before the movies, the book's always better than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on &lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/dearjohnmovietrailer/v482479"&gt;Dear John Movie Trailer &lt;/a&gt;to see a short mini-clip of the film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-3933160926831039358?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3933160926831039358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-john-by-nicholas-sparks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3933160926831039358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3933160926831039358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-john-by-nicholas-sparks.html' title='Dear John by Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-1024926921972081570</id><published>2009-12-14T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:04:40.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is torture a "good" thing?</title><content type='html'>In times of war, or when things could be harmful, then I feel torture is a good thing. For example if someone was planning to assasinate the president and their associate has been captured and has evidence of the plans then by all means torture him until they give up information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-1024926921972081570?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/1024926921972081570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-is-torture-good-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/1024926921972081570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/1024926921972081570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-is-torture-good-thing.html' title='When is torture a &quot;good&quot; thing?'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-6786136324125721517</id><published>2009-12-14T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:00:49.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I possed fourtune then I would concure happyness.</title><content type='html'>Let's say if I was rich then I could persue happyness, but then stupidness would became my problem. If I was rich I could buy any car I wanted, guns, and just anything. As I baught all these nice things would bring on dumb decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-6786136324125721517?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/6786136324125721517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-possed-fourtune-then-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/6786136324125721517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/6786136324125721517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-possed-fourtune-then-i-would.html' title='If I possed fourtune then I would concure happyness.'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-8314486592074296112</id><published>2009-12-10T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:08:07.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>Bullying to me is a bad thing because it hurts feelings. I've been bullied since I was young and there were hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many kinds of bullying, physical, verbal, and relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hitting, kicking, pushing someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verbal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; name calling, teasing, and insulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationship: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;refusing to talk to someone, spreading lies and rumors, and making someone do something to do something they don't want to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-8314486592074296112?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/8314486592074296112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8314486592074296112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8314486592074296112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-891227618747784635</id><published>2009-12-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:26:19.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>The Lord, who has given me life, and those in it. Also I feel the joy of life even threw the hard times, when I learn the "what to's and what not to's" but most importantly is what these times make me. I am thankful for my mother who works 48 hours a week (four 12 hour days), takes care of my step-dad, helps with all of our animals, and makes sure my brother and I gets up for school. Another person I'm thankful for is my step-dad, he doesn't work because of a heart and lung disease, but while he's at home, he cleans house, feeds the animals, and makes sure my brother and I get up and ready while my mom's at work. Also, I'm thankful for my dad who works two jobs to keeps the bills payed, but whens he's not working he'll help out around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-891227618747784635?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/891227618747784635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-thankful-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/891227618747784635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/891227618747784635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful for...'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-8909142665382457608</id><published>2009-12-09T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:14:37.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black House Review</title><content type='html'>In, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Stephen King writes about a mid thirty old man who is a retired police detective in a small town, Wisconsin. During this time there is a killer on the loose for the towns children, three have disapeered, two bodies have been found, wildly mudilated and chunks of flesh have been "bitten" off the thighs and buttox of this severed bodies. These murders have been dubbed off the "The Fisherman's" murders about 10 years before.&lt;br /&gt;As local police began to give up without any leads, the chief of police reaches out to his retired buddy for help. Jack, local police chief, calls upon Henry for help with these horrible crimes. The Fisherman captures the son of Jack and procieds with his brutal plans when.........find out more as you read &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King and Peter Straub.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-8909142665382457608?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/8909142665382457608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-house-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8909142665382457608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8909142665382457608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-house-review.html' title='Black House Review'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-8498132709943185330</id><published>2009-12-05T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:05:18.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yes I am teenage male and personally I didn't like reading this horible book. I was assigned this book in my English class, and from the second chapter on this book became one of my least favorite books even tho I don't read that much. One of the reasons I didn't like it is because the fact that Melinda gets raped and IT wasn't prosecuted or the wasn't killed for what he had done. My fellow class mates liked it but me personally displaying this girls life and not bringing this rapest to justices is just unamerican. All in all the plot's horribly unrealistic, most of her anger is external and nothing was done about it. I discussed this with a female teenage friend of mine and even she was shocked that the main character didn't try and prosicute her raper. The whiny girl who is the first person narrator is very cynical and sarcastic, but also her situation entirely had me severly disgusted by the way she just let him walk free, so he could rape another girl. As mentioned earlier, Melinda should have procicuted him.  All of her friends hate her for breaking up this summertime party where their was an substancial amounts of underage drinking. Her friends were total witches to her, I would be overjoyed if they wanted to help her bring this guy down but I mean man, if I was at a party and I had been arrested for underage drinking but this girl got raped and brought him to justice. And the reasons that they are angry at her are ignorant and retarted. If I am expected to believe that this is normal behavior and realistic reasoning for female teens then my life isn't normal. The style is interesting...I guess. I was told that this book was included in our literature curriculum because it was in our bulling unit. Apparently the story encourages you to grow, like a tree. Hence, the tree on the cover. It's a cliche but it kind of made me want to not have a girl if and when I have kids because all the crap teenage girls go threw. I would not incourage anyone to read this because of everything I've explained above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-8498132709943185330?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/8498132709943185330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/speak-book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8498132709943185330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/8498132709943185330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/12/speak-book-review.html' title='Speak Book Review'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-2577622144310900020</id><published>2009-10-22T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:14:21.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Spirt Bear</title><content type='html'>This was an amazing story of survival and spirituality, Touching Spirit Bear inspired me in a weird way. Cole is a teenager who is troubled, living abusive family situation. Cole deals with his anger by lashing out. But one day he goes off almost killing ne of his classmates in a fight. Sent to a juvenile facility, Cole is presented with two choices; jail or going to a healing program that involves spending three months on an isolated Alaskan island. Reluctantly, Cole goes for the program. Cole's journey of healing, began with a terrifying encounter with the mysterious white "spirit bear" that nearly mauls him to death while on this island. With two native tribesmen guiding him through traditional methods of meditation and troubleshooting, Cole slowly and realistically moves through his inner anger. But will he be able to gain the forgiveness of his victim and turn his life around? A powerful tale of the vitality and resiliance of the human spirit, the healing power of the wilderness, and the painful but rewarding path to forgiveness. This book would make a perfect english/liturature novel and a great short read for students trying to read the required number of books for english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-2577622144310900020?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/2577622144310900020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirt-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/2577622144310900020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/2577622144310900020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirt-bear.html' title='Touching Spirt Bear'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-3361085562331288760</id><published>2009-10-22T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:19:12.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copper Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Sharon Draper&lt;/strong&gt; is about a African girl named Amari who lived peacefully in her village, untill the pale white strangers came and killed most of her tribe. From there her life changed dramaticly, the few survivers were captured and shipped to the New Land. On the ship, all women were raped and beaten by these white strangers. Once the journey on the ship was over, the survivers of the long journey were auctioned off and their lives would change once again. Amari was sold to a wealthy man, Mr. Derby, who was very strict to his slaves. She tries to run away with the other slave girl, Polly, who Mr. Derby recently baught. But Mr. Derby's son was aware of them disapping, and goes in search of them. Will they escape freely, or will they get caught and pay for this? While reading this book I made a text to life connection. There are many in people in this world who are stereotypic and take advantage of most everyday life. In this book, the pale strangers invaded a tribe, who had a decent life, and killed Amari's people as if they were just prey.  I think this book is really good for teenagers to see how well they do live and how easily it could change in an instant. Also, all the characters seemed very real and in some degree, they suffered from a life changing event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-3361085562331288760?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/3361085562331288760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/10/copper-sun-by-sharon-draper-is-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3361085562331288760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/3361085562331288760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/10/copper-sun-by-sharon-draper-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135173280573338302.post-6076828443468399956</id><published>2009-10-22T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:42:04.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review for Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins</title><content type='html'>I had some mixed emotions about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I really go into this book after the first couple of chapters, but the whole idea of kids killing in the name of ultimate common reality TV was rather a turn-off towards me. I kept reading in the hopes that I could understand it enough to get a grade in english, but I can't say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wasn't interesting when I got into it enough in order to comprehend the moral. I had a similar feeling for Katniss and Peeta. I wanted to hope both made it out okay. I guess I was hoping for that fairlytale ending for the both of them. With that being said, I have admit that the book held my attention threw out most of chapters, until I was talking to another classmate, who told me the ending. I was about 75 pages away from the ending and just lost intrest with knowing what would happen. Anyone who loves books should read &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/strong&gt;, and english teachers should have students read it for a grade.....this will catch most teenage minds pretty quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135173280573338302-6076828443468399956?l=v12writing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/feeds/6076828443468399956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-review-for-hunger-games-by-suzanne.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/6076828443468399956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135173280573338302/posts/default/6076828443468399956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v12writing.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-review-for-hunger-games-by-suzanne.html' title='Book Review for Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins'/><author><name>AshleyW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350607701106413722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2B8ZLa8MLc/Sp84gBktDSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6iNyoM-Nysw/S220/2010-chevrolet-camaro_10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
