Books & Authors - November 2007

2007-11-19 02:41:12 · 19 answers · asked by kaylyn g 1

A Modest Proposal was about poor people in Irland

2007-11-19 02:16:37 · 3 answers · asked by karrolleking 1

some of my favorite books are..
Twilight,
(I just finished New Moon last night!),
The Giver
the five people you meet in heaven.
& all the books in the clique series.


im going to the library today and I'm probally going to check out
The secret life of bees, Dreamland, or Turesdays with morrie.

i love reading so list your favorite books so i can add them
to my list to read!
:D

2007-11-19 02:02:07 · 11 answers · asked by Lola S 1

2007-11-19 01:15:11 · 4 answers · asked by use 1

Please - I'd like answers from people who really KNOW. No guessing! (I could do that myself quite easily!) Thanks!

2007-11-19 00:55:27 · 5 answers · asked by Songbird 3

Either sites where your work can be displayed and criticised, or where you can meet penfriends among fellow poets and writers? Or both?

2007-11-18 22:49:17 · 3 answers · asked by Z 1

if not then how there isa face and body like him in the movies.AND WHY HE GAVE A PART OF HIS SOUL TO HARRY POTTER when he was a baby ?

2007-11-18 22:04:17 · 7 answers · asked by khushi_behrozi 1

In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, is there a mistake? Maybe I'm misunderstanding something (please tell me if I am!)

But on the bottom of page 167 in the Aussie version (around one or two pages into Chapter 11 for those who have other versions), there's a line that says:

"It was not I who killed you, Albus," said a quiet voice.

I'm confused - I thought it was Moody who set the trap up so shouldn't it be Alastor, not Albus?

Maybe I'm missing something... Or it just a typo?

2007-11-18 20:59:00 · 7 answers · asked by Joopaloop 6

2007-11-18 20:02:34 · 12 answers · asked by Kimmi_26 1

2007-11-18 18:53:14 · 10 answers · asked by Anonymous

I love to write and I love for people to read my writing. But the problem is I don't feel that posting blogs on Myspace is good enough. what is a good website were i can have my own profile and my own writing to be read, and maybe discovered by a publisher?

2007-11-18 14:20:28 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

i mean it could mean 1+1 or 2 or even window

2007-11-18 13:29:35 · 27 answers · asked by Anonymous

Umm yeah just wondering how many words that writers have to type in order to make a book. How many words are in a short novel?

2007-11-18 12:47:18 · 7 answers · asked by Loaha 2

i am doing a five paragraph essay on the literary terms in the story "into thin air" by jon krakauer and i need help... i need to find literary terms and quotes to go with them... please help me...

-angel

2007-11-18 11:50:37 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous

Or where poets ever really the "unacknowledged legislators of the world"?

2007-11-18 11:32:42 · 3 answers · asked by ? 5

I was just wondering because i cant think of any other job that i can do that i will like. I literally have a book of ideas so that wont ever be a problem the main problem would be if i could make a living off of writing. I'm not talking about tons of money since i don't need much to be happy. So is it possible to make a living off of writing?

2007-11-18 09:47:55 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

write a minimum of six lines in iambic pentameter.the first four may be in blank verse(or rhymed if you choose so), but you must end your poetic epitaph as shakespeare did a scene,in a heroic couplet.the tone of your epitaph must be eloquent and formal,paying serious homage to the literary contributions which shakespeare made to the world.

i have to make a completely different one!all i need is somewhere to start!please help!

2007-11-18 09:30:58 · 2 answers · asked by JessicaR 2

PREFACE

I focused on nothing but the rheumatic pattern of my breathing. In and out. Inhale and exhale. I was vastly petrified. He walked toward me with a shady smile on his face. I awaited agony and pain.
There was no warmth or bliss. The caring features vanished and turned into harsh, cold structures. How terribly I grieved to be safe in his arms. In his arms. I knew that he was gone as much as I knew that this would be hurtful. He took a step forward balancing all of his weight on one foot and smiled in the way that made me cringe, then, he lunged.














Chapter One
Acquaintance

Sixteen.
Perfect age, right. Wrong. This is when everything starts to change. Especially for me. Feelings are more sensitive. Sensitive. I really wished that word didn’t exist. It hurts. I used to be sensitive.
But, that was before I knew. Before I knew the truth. We’ll get to that later.

Now is me dreading to get in the car.
“C’mon Maria, it’s not gonna be that bad! You’ll have fun! Meet some new people, you need to have some fun. You’ve been so…..” my Dad paused at that, “so…….mopey.”
“I’ve not been mopey!” I shouted. I think that I shouted a little too sharply.
“Get in the car.” he said. I had said it too sharply.
I reached for the radio button, but he touched the back of my hand, signaling that he wasn’t in the mood. Or I had made him too angry.
We drove past some trees and old buildings. My dad really did live in a dump. We passed so many shattered things. Imagine a ghost town and it was worse than that. One of the log cabins that we passed, we stopped at. It was really little. One door that was on the side and two or three windows on the back. I wondered why not in the front. Were they trying to keep the sunlight out?
I was awoken from my thought from a deep, husky voice.
“Well, hello! Long time no see! I’ve been waiting to see you since you was a little young’un.” it said.
The windows were so tinted that I had to roll down my window to get a look. I reached for the handle and twisted it downward. There stood an old man, he was much shorter than I was. In fact, he was probably shorter than a seven or an eight year old. Then I noticed why, he was in a wheelchair.
“What’s this young’un’s name again Bill?” he asked my Dad.
My dad smiled at me and then at the old man. “It’s Maria Dad.”
“Dad?” I asked my Father.
“Honey, this is your Grandpapa Frank. You’ll be spending time with him a bit.”
I was so shocked that I didn’t even notice the young looking man that walked up.
“This is my little helper, Nathan.” he smiled. “He helps out a lot around here.”
Nathan smiled and put his hand out. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Maria.” he said. I couldn’t understand why this boy was so peculiar. He spoke normal. He walked normal. He just didn’t look normal. He had dark eyes. Dark eyes. Almost black. Long, black hair put up in a ponytail. He was so big and muscular, you would think that he was an underwear model, instead of a help.
“Well,” he said, “I best be going. I have much more work to do.” He looked straight at me then. Like he was trying to tell me something without physically speaking. “Good day, Maria.” He smiled as he walked off.
“Good day.” I said again. I looked at the clock on the car. Seven fifty-two. “Dad,” I said, now focusing on the more important things. “I’m going to be late!”
“Oh, look at the time. I am so sorry Frank, I have to go now! I’ll see you later. Maria will come by right after school! Won’t you Maria?” Dad said looking at me while he raised his eyebrows. Telling me to say yes.
“Of course I will. Right after school.” I instantly regretted saying it.

We pulled away from the driveway and headed for school. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask Dad. Why was Frank in a wheelchair? Why did Nathan act so weird? Who was Frank? But, I decided not to ask. I would always get the same answer I always got. ‘Save em’ for the Beavers’. It was liable to come up sometime anyway.



We pulled up to it, a school that was supposed to be a school. But it really looked like an old, run down, fit for mice, factory. Or something of the sort.
I opened the door of the truck and walked on the cold uneven pavement-that was supposed to be a sidewalk-to first period. I heard some footsteps behind me. Oh no. I didn’t want Dad to follow me. He did anyway.
“Dad, I don’t need you to walk in with me like I’m some kindergartener. I’m fine on my own.” I said, while turned around completely the other way. Sure enough Dad wasn’t there. Whose steps did I hear. Everyone was already in first period. I ran to class.
I had hoped that I would meet some nice acquaintances and talk some friendly talks. I was wrong. I walked up to Mr. Barren’s class and sat down. When he called my name for roll, he noticed that he didn’t remember the name, so he made me stand up in front of the class and introduce myself.
“H-he-hello. M-my n-name is,” I looked up at the twenty-five kids staring at me with un-amused faces. “m-my n-name is,” and that’s pretty much as far as I got. I’m not good at being in front of people.
“Go ahead,” Mr. Barren told me, getting agitated. “we all want to hear.”
Then, it was all green and more green. If you know what I mean. I felt like I was going to faint-and I did. But I didn’t hit the floor. That was the most peculiar part.
Instead, I was caught by gorgeous arms, which carried me to the nurse’s office.
“Take her to the clinic!” was the last voice that I heard.

After that, I listened to a high pitched, crackly voice-which was actually the nurse’s voice.
“She’s okay, she just fainted. She must not be too great in front of-”
“I’ll take her home.” said a beautiful tone. I thought that it couldn’t even begin to be a voice of a human. It was just too graceful. The voice was like the ocean, like the heaven’s angels. I already loved the voice-even though I had no idea whose it actually belonged to. I figured it was probably the guy with muscular arms that took me to the clinic.
He picked me up with one arm, put me over his shoulder and carried me out the door. Before I knew it, I was at my truck. But, he didn’t even know that what kind of car that I had.
I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful figure that I ever thought was possible. He had black hair, short cut and shimmering in the sunlight. But, when I looked at him, it wasn’t just his hair shimmering, but his whole body was shimmering in the light. Beautiful eyes, no wait beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it. Picturesque eyes. Gorgeous little things. I saw all of this while in his arms. Remember that I don’t even know this beautiful little devil’s name.
“Is this your car?” he said. I was so drowned in his beauty, he had to say it again, before I could hear him. My ears weren’t in command with my eyes.
“I said, is this your car?” he said again with a smile on his face. He was probably used to all this attention, he seemed to be enjoying it.
“Yes.” I managed to get out of my almost stunned mouth.
“Are you okay.” he turned the corners of his mouth into a smile. (by the way, gorgeous smile)
Here we go again with the-having to say it twice before I noticed that his dazzling mouth said anything with that heaven’s angels voice-thing.
“I think so. How did you know that this was my car?” I asked, puzzled still.
He didn’t answer. I didn’t expect him to.

2007-11-18 03:43:35 · 11 answers · asked by Library Girl 1

City Council Experiences

in a dark neighborhood with dyeing trees, wet roads and ugly people crossing the roads.. there is a a steep hill leading to a cave once you go in there you will see a path. witch goes underground to a stoned castle with a flag on top of the last room in top of the castle. witch people say that the castle is owned by a old lady named Ms Walker. How believe in Wicca witch is a nature-based religion found in various countries throughout the world for an old witchcraft religion. the last room on top of the castle was her bedroom. you can always tell when she about to leave the room becouse the door use to creak and the floor boards. the castle also has a long garden with a maze and a pool. ms walker turd the castle into a boarding school with three others teachers living in the castle. mr cleaves the p.e teacher with long thick black with Grey roots hair in a pony tale and short tempered attitude. the theres mrs clock the art teacher who the quietest, shyest and nicest teacher you will ever meet.but the worst teacher is mr clock the history of Paganism teacher and he also mrs clock husband. he so twisted he gives people rows for the slightest reasons. he shouts, yell and basically he dose everything that we hate. but this was not just any school it was a school for witches and Warlocks in england named City Council Experiences becouse its owned by a Council in the u.s.a.

2007-11-18 02:53:10 · 13 answers · asked by Anonymous

i need to find specific examples of women's role in puritan society.

2007-11-18 02:35:09 · 3 answers · asked by mir d 1

I am reading Miracle's Boys by Jacqueline Woodson for my English class, and I would really appreciate any study guides and/or outlines.
Thank you.
I always check best answers.

2007-11-18 02:28:54 · 2 answers · asked by ny_spinner_dan 3

plz help! thanksgiving break is next week..
and i want to find a great romance book to read
while i'm off of school .. thanks :)

2007-11-18 02:05:37 · 22 answers · asked by ♡ 4

2007-11-18 01:54:41 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm trying to find a list of all the Mrs. Jeffries series and the year published. Where do I find this info?

2007-11-18 01:27:29 · 3 answers · asked by H G 1

I love authors like Dan Brown and Vince Flynn. So any other authors that I would like?

2007-11-18 01:22:06 · 4 answers · asked by wee suzie 4

i hafta pick a book for a research project from a list and im not a huge fan of reading and if things are cofusuing im not a fan of the book either...got any reviews on it??

2007-11-18 01:10:33 · 9 answers · asked by xperfectionx 2

Every book I've ever finished has always made me happy, not because it's over, but because everything turned out alright. This question came to me as I finished reading "To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee this morning.

2007-11-17 23:38:55 · 21 answers · asked by Anonymous

Isn't a novel by definition longer than the 161 pages of I am Legend? Is there a longer version of this story?

2007-11-17 22:22:58 · 4 answers · asked by the_general64 1

please answer this question.

2007-11-17 21:50:43 · 3 answers · asked by chamy_16 1

Which do you prefer or which other Pulitzer Prize winner do you prefer?

2007-11-17 21:33:39 · 4 answers · asked by megalomaniac 7