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Karrie

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  1. Like Grammath I love The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy which I first read as a teenager. My son has read the first book and is currently reading the second - Restaurant At The End Of The Universe. A series of books which has stayed this popular for so long, and I am sure will continue to be, has got to be considered great literature. After all, the whole purpose of a book is to be read. My son laughed the whole way through Hitchhiker's Guide and is currently doing the same with the second. To me this just proves how truly great they are. Just because a book is funny does not mean it is
  2. Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray of the moss of walls were they,-- And stood in the sun and looked his fill At wooded valley and wooded hill. He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand, On a height of naked pasture land; In all the country he did command He saw no smoke and he saw no roof. That was well! and he stamped a hoof. His heart knew peace, for none came here To this lean feeding save once a year Someone to salt the half-wild steer, Or homespun children with clicking pails Who see so little they tell no tales.
  3. God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, Charioteer Of the patient year, Where - where slept thine ire, When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath, Thy laurel, thy glory, The light of thy story, Or was I a worm - too low crawling for death? O Delphic Apollo! (first verse)
  4. I bought my daughter this book and she thoroughly enjoyed it. She is a huge fan of Darren Shan and is currently waiting for the last book of the Demonata series to come out in paperback. To fill the space I bought her Witchfinder and she is now looking forward to the second book. It did not grab her as quickly as the two Darren Shan series (Cirque Du Freak & Demonata) did, but after she had read a couple of chapters she became completely engrossed in it. She has now recommended it to all her friends that also read Darren Shan.
  5. Both my Dad and my husband love trivia, so I am always on the look out for unusual books. Luckily I only have to buy a book once as they borrow from each other all the time. Recently they have enjoyed: Loose Cannons by Graeme Donald. 101 Myths, Mishaps and Misadventurers of Military History. Pot Goes the Weasel by Albert Jack. The Secret Meaning of Nursery Rhymes. Another one they loved is called '365', but can't tell you who its by as it has disappeared into my kids bedrooms and hasn't been seen for a while. It tells you interesting things that have happened on each day of the year.
  6. Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- This knight so bold- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow: "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be, This land of Eldorado?" "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied, If you seek for Eldorado." Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Thank you, Squirls. My daughter practically locked herself in her bedroom for two days after the announcement, as she said I was over doing being the Proud Mother.
  8. When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill. Because, to tell the truth, I have enough as I am. So when I catch myself thinking: Ah, if I was rich-! I say to myself: Hello! I'm not well. My vitality is low. Riches by D. H. Lawrence
  9. Congratulations The Maid. Is it the Young Writers that are publishing your child's poem? They are absolutely brilliant and are always encouraging children to write - whether its poetry or stories. They recently ran a schools competition for secondary school kids to write a 'lyrical poem that broke the stereotype'. The best would be published in a series of books (which are due out about now). My teenage daughter is one of those whose poem will be published and I was curious if was from this that your's would be done too. My son has had to try writing a poem for school (not a competition) and f
  10. This is not strictly a 'just bought/borrowed/received' thing as the book was just returned, but I had completely forgot I had it. My friend borrowed from me the book 'Ben-Hur: A Tale Of The Time Of Our Lord' by L Wallace. It was given to me about three years ago as I love the film, but I just cannot seem to get into it. It is clearly an old copy with no date in it that I can find, which is why I have tried starting it quite a few times. However, each time I have quickly put it down again for another book and just forgot about it. My friend was unable to finish it too despite many attempts.
  11. I have to agree with you about the poetry done in schools today. I have two teenage children and they have both been recently studying poetry in their English lessons. My daughter happens to already have a love of poetry (and has quite a few books on it) but said that her teacher had made a 'rubbish choice' with what she had picked. She said that most of her class were bored and said they absolutely hated poetry. My son, however, does not particularly care for poetry but will read it. There are a few poems he likes and agrees with his sister that the teachers often make wrong choices. I think
  12. Yesterday I bought: Zulu Hart by Saul David
  13. Washed in the blood of the brave and the blooming, Snatched from the alters of insolent foes, Burning with star-fires, but never consuming, Flash its broad ribbons of lily and rose. Vainly the prophets of Baal would rend it, Vainly his worshipers pray for its fall; Thousands have died for it, millions defend it, Emblem of justice and mercy to all; Justice that reddens the sky with her terrors, Mercy that comes with her white-handed train, Soothing all passions, redeeming all errors, Sheathing the sabre and breaking the chain. Born on the deluge of all usurpations, Drifted
  14. Hi booklover 22. I read a lot of non-fiction (and fiction using fact as a basis) but most of them are historical and I don't know if you like that genre. I have also read a number of biographies and autobiographies. However, I tend to choose them by having an interest in the person they are about - I do not know who you would be interested in. I never read romance novels and only read books with a central romance if they are in another genre as well, eg Twilight series, so will not really be able to help you there. As megustaleer says, if you provide a bit more information we may be able to gi
  15. I think it better that at times like these A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth We have no gift to set a statesman right; He has had enough of meddling who can please A young girl in the indolence of her youth, Or an old man upon a winter's night. On Being Asked For A War Poem by W. B. Yeats
  16. (the end of the poem only - verses 30 to 34) Burningly it came on me all at once, This was the place! those two hills on the right, Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight; While to the left, a tall scalped mountain...Dunce, Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce, After a life spent training for the sight! What in the midst lay but the Tower itself? The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart, Built of brown stone, without a counter-part In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf He strikes on, only when the timber
  17. I was quite lucky as my father loved poetry and as a child used to read us silly poems by Lewis Carroll, eg Jabberwocky and The Walrus & The Carpenter. As a teenager I discover Robert Frost (from reading The Outsiders by S E Hinton) and Robert Browning (from reading The Dark Tower by Stephen King). In school we did War Poems of course and that led me onto other poets. My favourite of those became Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfrid Owen - it possibly helped having a Latin teacher in school so we could understand the last line. We also did Shakespeare's plays and I was bought the complete works
  18. Note nothing of why or how, enquire no deeper than you need into what set these veins of fire, note only that they bleed. Spain fought before and fights again, better no question why; note churches burned and popes in pain but not the men who die . Instructions From England by Valentine Ackland
  19. My son 13 this month and usually does not read much too. We bought him the Alex Rider series and he read most of them, but says he 'got bored'. We have also got him quite a few Beast Quest books, which he also got fed up with. His Grandfather, who is a great reader, bought him one of the Andy McNab Boy Soldier series and he thoroughly enjoyed that. However, when we suggested getting him some more he just said no. Recently thorough he has become more interested in reading as we are allowing him to read our books. My daughter at around this age began wanting to read some more grown up books (whi
  20. The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the marbles rhyme, Yet can't help marking all the time How no one dead will seem to come. What is it men are shrinking from? It would be easy to be clever And tell the stones: Men hate to die And have stopped dying now forever. I think they would believe the lie.
  21. 1930 "The eradication of memories of the Great War." - Socialist Government Organ. The Socialist Government speaks: Though all the Dead were all forgot And razed were every tomb, The Worm - the Worm that dieth not Compels Us to our doom. Though all which once was England stands Subservient to Our will, The Dead of whom we washed Our hands, They have observance still. We laid no finger to Their load. We multiplied Their woes. We used Their dearly-opened road To traffic with Their foes: And yet to Them men turn their eyes, To Them are vows renewed Of Faith, Obedience
  22. While doing some shopping earlier today I bought: The Ides Of March by Valerio Massimo Manfredi Empire: Wounds Of Honour by Anthony Riches
  23. A touch of cold in the Autumn night- I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded, And round about were the wistful stars With white faces like town children. Autumn by T. E. Hulme
  24. Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower ; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sand to grief, So dawn goes down to day . Nothing gold can stay. Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
  25. Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)-- Though some savants make earth include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high, It only gives our wish for blue a whet. Fragmentary Blue by Robert Frost
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