Friday, October 8, 2010

Fall Leaves



I love all the colors that come with Fall.

Emma

by Jane Austen

"Perhaps it it our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another!"

Monday, October 4, 2010

Parker Mountain




The view of Bow Lake from the little mountain behind my house.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Hanging Ruth Blay

by Carolyn Marvin

One concept developed in colonial New England to address the problem of providing to all parts of these towns, where vast acres separated the homesteads, was that of the "moving school." It was a simple and effective idea. A teacher would ...more One concept developed in colonial New England to address the problem of providing to all parts of these towns, where vast acres separated the homesteads, was that of the "moving school." It was a simple and effective idea. A teacher would board with a family and spend a few months teaching the children in one area of town and then move on to another. Thus every child's education was addressed on a rotating basis. (pg. 49)

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Charlotte's Web

by W. B. White

I don't think there is such a thing as less than nothing. Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It's the lowest you can go. It's the end of the line. How can something be less than nothing? If there were something that was less than no ...more I don't think there is such a thing as less than nothing. Nothing is absolutely the limit of nothingness. It's the lowest you can go. It's the end of the line. How can something be less than nothing? If there were something that was less than nothing, than nothing would not be nothing, it would be something - even though it's just a very little bit of something. But if nothing is nothing, than nothing has nothing that is less than it is. (pg 28)

Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë


"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Speak

by Laurie Halse Anderson

"I crouch by the trunk, my fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code, a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. confused, screwed up, but here. So how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears? (pg. 188)


Speak has been challenged this past week. If you think that it shouldn't be a challenged or banned book show Laurie Halse Anderson your support. Go to her blog and see what you can do.

http://madwomanintheforest.com/this-guy-thinks-speak-is-pornography/