Pieces of april part 1 Dill

Pieces of april part 1

Dill Pickle, white, colliding with Hercules Small, 8, Eudora Welty to William Maxwell, 1952 A place I just ordered some lilies from is out ther too somwhere-Boring, Ore. Named by some strange, non-lily-loving people perhaps-or could there be some Borings, naming towns after themselves? Eudora Welty to William Maxwell, 1952 This is definitely a book for anyone who has read Welty or Maxwell or who enjoys the day to day intricacies of American life. Now Im not exactly what you would call a Brittany fan, but I have to admit a definite inclination towards the hyped up beat of this one. So pieces of april part 1 I had to go watch the music video and then I discovered that the whole thing reminded me of a book Id read. The Scorch Trials by James Dashner is the second book in a dystopian trilogy set in a post-apocolyptic world full of diseased crazed humans called Cranks. In this second installment of the story, the main character Thomas finds himself lost in an abandoned city full of these Cranks. Things arent looking up for him. Hes lost track of his friends, hes completely disoriented and hes just discovered a room full of psychos whove decided they might as well party themselves into oblivion since thats where theyre headed anyway. Brittanys video is exactly how I imagined that party in my mind. Take a look: Admittedly I was excited to try this book out for myself. It sounded good and had one of those reputations that makes me just itch to get my hands on it. Im guessing people might really enjoy this, but Im not so into repeated explicit descriptions of rape. Im also not into reading page after page after page of a person trying every single door on a cathedral only to discover, one at a time, that they are all locked. Yet, if the author had taken the time cut out some of the more minute details, and had the grace to think of women when describing some of the more graphic scenes, it might have been a good book. I can see that there is a good storyline in there, but I feel he failed me as the reader. So, now Im off to read something fluffly and safe, just to clear my head of all those horrid images. Oh, the books I would find at my grandparents houses! Westerns and mysteries over here, classics over there, and Jennifer sitting in the middle of it all, reading for all I was worth. I still remember the day I found The Unexpected Mrs. Pollifax. I was digging through Grandmas coat closet, where she kept toys and other interesting things I especially loved her globe of the moon, and started browsing through a small collection of Readers Digest Condensed Books. Even as a kid, Dorothy Gilmans humor grabbed my pieces of april part 1 and wouldnt let go. I didnt read the unabridged version until I was an adult. Then I was sad at what Id been missing in all those years of rereading my grandmothers condensed version. Sooo, there I am, driving along, listening to the radio I get in the car, the radio goes on. Of course I get all my best ideas there you were expecting the shower maybe? and Bon Jovi comes on Its My Life to be precise and as Im singing along, I think about Mrs. Pollifax and the day she decided to change her life. In a precise voice she ticked off the list of charities to which she gave her time; it was a long and sensible list. The doctor nodded. Yes, but do you enjoy volunteer work? Mrs. Pollifax blinked at the unexpectedness of his question. Thats odd, she said, and suddenly smiled at him. Actually I suppose I loathe it. He could not help smiling back at her; there was something contagious about her smile, something conspiratorial and twinkling. Then perhaps its time you looked for more congenial outlets, he suggested Mrs. Pollifax said slowly, with a little frown, I enjoy meeting the people, you know, its just that so often nothing more is needed for volunteer work than a good set of teeth. Teeth for smiling. There are rules, too. You cant imagine how regimented some of the volunteer work can be. Its very impersonal not yours, somehow, because of all the restrictions. Do you feel youre a particularly creative person? Mrs. Pollifax smiled. Goodness, I dont know. Im just me.