Todd Strasser's novel is gripping, feels very real, and makes the reader realize how easily people can be lured into joining a group, even if the effects are not good. However, I now want to know more about what really happened. Why didn't I ever get the details? I am not sure. Review: I had heard of the Wave (the real incident, not the book) for years, ever since I began teaching World History in the mid-1990s. But is history destined to repeat itself? Only two students, Laurie Saunders and David Collins, recognize the Wave for what it is and set out to stop it before it's too late. Strength Through Action." governs the entire school. Before the end of the week, the Wave motto "Strength Through Discipline. What begins in a single classroom quickly gathers momentum. Ross creates an experimental movement called the Wave. As they study World War II Ben Ross's students can't seem to understand how they German people could have followed Hitler and the Nazis. Ben Ross and his history class are about to learn a lesson they will never forget. Summary (from the back of the book): The Wave is based on an incident that took place in a high school history class in Palo Alto, California in 1969. FTC Disclosure: I borrowed this book from my school library
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As you can imagine, since I started off adoring history, I went on to study history in college and planned to teach high school history. Today I continue to read non-fiction historical work, historical fiction, dystopian novels, works by non-Western authors, and classics. Tunis and the world of fiction opened up to me. Then, an English teacher assigned His Enemy, His Friend by John R. What might be unusual is that as a teenager I read exclusively in the non-fiction historical genre. I simply cannot remember a time in my life in which reading was not a major part of it. Regina: Since I’ve been asked to share a guest review, I guess it goes without saying I’m a voracious reader. I’ll hand it off to Regina who will introduce herself and share one of her favorite non-fiction books. We hope you that you enjoy these reviews and they lead you to pick up something new that you could also love. For these posts, we will be picking books that our guest contributors have rated as among their favorites. Periodically, we will feature guest reviews and we will try to pick reviews for books and genres we don’t typically feature on our blog. these are three of my favorite things: puzzles, books, and lock-ins. a wealthy eccentric gentleman who made his fortune creating a series of very popular games and puzzles decides to rebuild the library and engineers an elaborate publicity stunt where twelve children from the town, all twelve years of age, who have never had the pleasure of browsing through the stacks of a public library, are selected to participate in a lock-in and encouraged to solve a series of puzzles to "escape" the library and win a fabulous prize. It takes place in alexandriaville, ohio (not a real place, but a real cutesy reference, one of many peppering this book), whose town library was demolished 12 years ago. or, as one character says, "It'll be like The Hunger Games but with lots of food and no bows or arrows." This is the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for book- and puzzle-nerds. These voices and the technologies that disseminate them elide with the gendered tropes of classical cinema, though the sexual anxiety of Pinkie, the adolescent anti-hero at the heart of the novel, troubles familiar representations. The devastating revelation promised by this gramophone aptly ends a novel in which microphones, loudspeakers, and radios detach voices from their sources to construct a multilayered soundscape. Graham Greene’s 1938 novel Brighton Rock famously concludes before the “worst horror of all” as the teenage Rose prepares to put a gramophone needle to a vulcanite disc that contains her dead husband’s last words. × Current About Archive Submit Editorial Board Salisbury University From “The Worst Horror of All” to “I Love You”: Gender and Voice in the Cinematic Soundscapes of Brighton Rock Laurel Harris I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and breathed in and out heavily to get rid of the blood smell. “What are you laughing at?” I shouted at the crows and lobbed a stone at them. I pulled up my collar and shielded my eyes with my hand. The rain started to come down, and a sudden gust of wind flung sheep shit at the back of my neck so it stung. With the trees rattling in the copse and the sheep blaring out behind me, the same trees, the same wind and sheep. Like a mad woman, listening to her own voice, the wind shoving it back down my throat and hooting over my open mouth like it had done every morning since I moved to the island. I’d been up that morning, before the light came through, out there, talking to myself, telling the dog about the things that needed doing as the blackbirds in the hawthorn started up. I shoved my boot in Dog’s face to stop him from taking a string of her away with him as a souvenir, and he kept close by my side as I wheeled the carcass out of the field and down into the woolshed. Crows, their beaks shining, strutting and rasping, and when I waved my stick they flew to the trees and watched, flaring out their wings, singing, if you could call it that. Another sheep, mangled and bled out, her innards not yet crusting and the vapours rising from her like a steamed pudding. Their adventures include encounters with giants, a visit to a mysterious city ruled by a lovesick dictator, and the discovery of a magical treasure. These books narrate how four children, one of them being the captain that gives the series its title, set out on a fantastic journey around the world. Not all of these authors have been translated but many of their books are worth checking out for their artwork alone.Īlthough this author has been extremely prolific, my personal favourite is his Kleine Kapitein (Little Captain) series. Although not really a fan of Dutch adult literature – too serious and a consistent lack of wackiness – I have nothing but fond memories of the books I used to read as a child. With snow and ice interfering with everyone’s ability to get out and about, there’s never been a better excuse to curl up with a book, preferably a childhood favourite. A dinosaur? An ostrich? Additionally, Hills floated the title by his son’s kindergarten class and was rewarded with blank stares. Hills also had to consider what would hatch out of such a large egg. As Hills developed the story, he realized his egg would have to be rather large to support Duck and Goose so they could hatch it. The idea for Duck and Goose started with only a title-The Silly Goose, the Odd Duck and the Good Egg. His break out book, Duck and Goose (Schwartz and Wade, 2006) was one of them. “I started with four stories,” says Hills. When Lee moved to Random House to start her own imprint with long-time friend and associate, Ann Schwartz, she encouraged Hills to write his own picture books. “Lee used to ask me to try illustrating some books she couldn’t find an illustrator for,” Hills says. But Hills’ break into children’s publishing coincided with his wife Lee’s new position as the art director for Simon and Schuster’s children’s book division. He’s done some acting, made jewelry, makes fake teeth for stage productions, dabbled in interior renovation, and illustrated book jackets for adult trade books. “I liked making things,” he says.Īs a graduate of Skidmore College in New York with a degree in art, Hills describes himself as the ultimate freelancer. I spent a lot of time on my own making things, drawing, and painting.” Hills was not consciously trying to become an artist, rather his motives were innocent and pure. “Whenever I picture myself ,” says Tad Hills, “I am doing art. In 2005, she was named by Time magazine as one of the 100 most influential people in the world. She is currently a fellow at the American Enterprise Institute, a think tank linked to neoconservatism, working from an unknown location in the Netherlands. A political crisis surrounding the potential stripping of her Dutch citizenship led to her resignation from the parliament, and led indirectly to the fall of the second Balkenende cabinet. In 2003 she was elected a member of the Tweede Kamer (the Lower House of the Dutch parliament), representing the People's Party for Freedom and Democracy (VVD). She sought and obtained political asylum in the Netherlands in 1992, under circumstances that later became the center of a political controversy. When she was eight, her family left Somalia for Saudi Arabia, then Ethiopia, and eventually settled in Kenya. Since van Gogh's murder by a Muslim in 2004, she has lived in seclusion under the protection of Dutch authorities. She is a prominent critic of Islam, and her screenplay for Theo Van Gogh's movie Submission led to death threats. She is the estranged daughter of the Somali scholar, politician, and revolutionary opposition leader Hirsi Magan Isse. Ayaan Hirsi Ali (Somali: Ayaan Xirsi Cali born Ayaan Hirsi Magan 13 November 1969) is a Dutch feminist, writer, and politician. Giving a distracted nod in acknowledgment of the absurd compliment, Charlotte pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. “I say, you are a temptress,” he hissed in a raspy whisper, most likely so her mother wouldn’t overhear. “Kindness has little to do with it.” His broad, nearly connected white eyebrows waggled as his greedy gaze swept over her bodice. So instead she simply murmured, “You are much too kind, my lord.” She should smile, to be polite of course, but her lips wouldn’t budge. Miss Charlotte Greene leveled a blank stare at Viscount Witherby. The Bride Hunt Ball, Castle WolverestAugust 1813 “In the presence of God and in front of all…Ī Gentleman never hesitates to rescue a Lady. Three hours later, the new Countess of Rothbury was being… It occurred to Charlotte, as she weaved within the steps…Ĭharlotte waited patiently. “It wasn’t I who needed to speak to you, dear,”… The path to the pavilion in the Aubry garden turned…Īfter breakfast the following day, they all piled into the… There was something to be said about the allure of… He…īreathless from her dash out of the library, Charlotte forced… Rothbury inhaled the familiar lemon-tinged air wafting before him. “I’ve decided to allow the Earl of Rothbury to seduce… “So, what do you think? Mother Goose or Perdita?” Pasting an innocent smile on her face, Charlotte tried desperately… “‘Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet-’” July 24, 1940-ApA very smart man, indeed. She's such a ball of fire! I was loving the fight and fire she put forth for Jafar. I love how fierce, strong, badass is Jasmine. I was not expecting the ending we got but I definitely preferred it a million times. My heart rate spiked up from the beginning of the book, spiked up even higher in certain areas that left me absolutely breathless. I got so addicted, to the point that it felt like I was in a desert and this story was an oasis. So out of my comfort zone, yet I kept craving this story. It’s almost enough for me to be happy…īut a gilded cage is still a prison, and I’ll do anything to obtain my freedom-even betray the man I’m falling for. He sees to my every need, no matter how carnal or extravagant. We know each other-and the dark desires we share-far too well. We fight during the day, but when night comes, we play out every fantasy I’ve never allowed myself to admit to having. I foolishly assume I have a chance to come out on top. In my arrogance, I play right into his hands. On the night Jafar takes everything from my father, he offers me a devil’s bargain-walk with my freedom and nothing else, or attempt to best him and regain my inheritance. Once upon a time, I was a sheltered princess. |