...book, Roll of Thunder Hear my Cry by Mildred D. Tayler, the main character, Cassie Logan, was a very courageous young girl. She did so many things that no young girl through her time period would do. Cassie is a warm hearted girl that would do anything for her family, even if it gets her in trouble. I would do the same though. Cassie was an outgoing little girl that spoke with her hart. She made sure nothing stood in her way to get her family happy. Cassie was very courageous throughout the book. She did many things that I would do if I was in her position. The first time I saw how brave she was, was when she and her brothers went out and dug a hole in the rain so that the bus with the white kids on it gets. They did this because they always walked to school and since it started to rain the bus, filled with white children, will splash them with the mud and laugh. “At noon, we met as planned and ducked into the unlocked toolshed where all the church and school garden tools were kept….When we reached the place where we had fallen into the gully, Stacy halted. “All...
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...Essay: Portrayal of Mothers and Motherhood Motherhood is a big task for mothers to go through. When women become mothers, they go through a lot of changes such as women after become mothers become more responsible, physical changes, etc. Motherhood is a mechanical set of duty and feelings that starts from the pregnancy to the baby birth (Akujobi, 2011). Becoming mother is a great experience that is shaped by culture and social perspective. Mothers losses their freedom, independency as when they get attached to their baby. Mothers need to compromise on many things like for example sacrificing their sleep, their food, their body, their autonomy and many other things. Motherhood images differ from culture to culture, as they filter through our worlds. Mothers though have very huge responsibilities as to bring up their children, to make them learn the language and the culture where a child belongs to but they are portrayed as the criticized figure or nonexistent. Motherhood representations is everywhere, could be good or bad and it could be empowering or being slave. Motherhood has now become such controversial topic that in the twentieth century all the feminist are talking about being mothers, experiencing mother hood and the categories of motherhood. In America there are five categories of mothers (Leary, 2008). 1) Self-absorbed who prefers independency; feels that their children are burden on them and want to achieve their personal pleasures rather than keeping care of their...
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...Since the slaves were freed and declared equal there should not be any more racism. All humans were going to be treated equal. But has that happened? Racism has changed in good and bad ways. People have been misunderstanding what racism actually means, but we have seen a change of the mistreatment to now treating the blacks all equal. We should stop racism and not let it causes anymore conflicts. Since the slaves were free, everybody should be treated equal. But do we see that same type of freedom today? As in “Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry” an example, when the house of the Logans was burned down and mama told everyone to evacuate the house. The outcome of this was a death of someone in the story. This shows racism because the whites were the ones who burned down the house and this can be showed that they didn’t like the blacks. Since “Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry” was in during the time of slavery this shows how slavery was in the past during this time period....
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...where everyone is equal, yet so many have less privilege and opportunity due to the inequality of power throughout the United States. The novel, Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry by Mildred D. Taylor, is about an African American family living in Mississippi in 1933, and the hardships they encounter throughout the book. In the Logan family there is Big Ma, or Caroline Logan, Mama or Mary Logan, Papa or David Logan, Little man, Christopher John Logan, Cassie Logan, and the oldest child, Stacey Logan. Some other important important characters include T.J.(Stacey’s friend), the Wallace’s and the Simms(white families), Mr. Jamison(white lawyer) and...
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...Courageous Stacey Sometimes, it is hard to show courage but, sometimes, it is the right thing to do. In my opinion the character that is the most courageous in the book “Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry,” by Mildred D. Taylor, would be Stacey. Stacey is Cassie Logan’s oldest brother who keeps his younger siblings out of trouble. Stacey showed courage by helping T.J when he was hurt even though he could have easily said no, Stacey took away T.J’s cheat notes that he had to cheat on a test, and, even though it was risky, he told Cassie, Little Man, and Christopher John to leave him there and go and and tell papa about T.J. “Knock knock!” If T.J. showed up in the middle of the night hurt, would you have helped him get home? Stacey was courageous by helping T.J. get home in the middle of the night when he was hurt. For...
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...Cassie’s Confections It Takes courage to stand up for what your believe in even is some one says you can't. In the book Roll of thunder , hear my cry by Mildred D. Taylor. Cassie Logan , a9 year old shows courage by standing to lillian Jean, staying for T.J. when he was very badly hurt and also standing up for all blacks who were discriminated by the whites. One of many ways Cassie Logan shows courage is standing up to “Miz” Lillian Jean. She shows courage by keeping her cool and not very badly hurting “Miz” Lillian Jean. She even gost to the extent of saying ‘I'm Sorry ...M-Mix… Lillian Jean. Cassie held back her thought of hurting Lillian Jean She said” I did not feel like messing with Lillian Jean. I had other things on my mind.”Okay,: i said starting past,”I'm” Sorry”. That shows how Cassie as control over what she does unlike Stacey. Standing up to a bullie takes courage. When cassie stayed back for T.J. even when he was a jerk. When T.J comes to the house beat up and badly hurt. Cassie stays when stacy asks her to get help. She say “Well you ain’t going without me”(Logan PG.249). That shows that Cassie can stand up for someone...
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...Siani & Johnnesse Professor Dwyer T/Th4-6pm Racism is something we've all witnessed. Many people fail to believe that race isn’t a category, but a classification of people with no variable facts. In other words, the difference we make between races has nothing to do with genes. Race was created socially, primarily by how people think ideas and faces we are not quite used to. The definition of race all depends on where and when the word is being used. In U.S. history, the meaning of the label “white” has changed over time, eventually adding groups like the Italians, Irish and Jews. Other groups, mainly African, Latino, American Indian, Pacific Islander, and Asian descendants, have found the path for worldwide social acceptance much more difficult. The irregular border of ethnicities touches educational and economic opportunity, political representation, as well as income, health and social mobility of people of color. So where did this type of behavior begin? There are many ideas thrown around as to how racism began, though the truth lies in the history of mankind. Before people were able to travel and experience difference groups of people, we stayed in the same kind of area with the same kind of people. We feared things that were different, and were lacked the power to face those kinds of things. All this changed once we did but the fear never left. The truth is racism began as soon as people faced those of different races. We’ve always the fear of change or the unknown...
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...The Wedding-Guest's reaction turns from bemusement to impatience and fear to fascination as the Mariner's story progresses, as can be seen in the language style: for example, Coleridge uses narrative techniques such as personification and repetition to create either a sense of danger, of the supernatural or of serenity, depending on the mood of each of the different parts of the poem. The Mariner's tale begins with his ship departing on its journey. Despite initial good fortune, the ship is driven south off course by a storm and eventually reaches Antarctica. An albatross (symbolizing the Christian soul) appears and leads them out of the Antarctic but, even as the albatross is praised by the ship's crew, the Mariner shoots the bird ("with my cross-bow / I shot the albatross"). The crew is angry with the Mariner, believing the albatross brought the south wind that led them out of the Antarctic. However, the sailors change their minds when the weather becomes warmer and the mist disappears ("'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay / that bring the fog and mist"). However, they made a grave mistake in supporting this crime as it arouses the wrath of spirits who then pursue the ship "from the land of mist and snow"; the...
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...Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three About the Author Also by Pittacus Lore Credits Copyright About the Publisher THE EVENTS IN THIS BOOK ARE REAL. NAMES AND PLACES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE LORIEN SIX, WHO REMAIN IN HIDING. OTHER CIVILIZATIONS DO EXIST. SOME OF THEM SEEK TO DESTROY YOU. Chapter One MY NAME IS MARINA, AS OF THE SEA, BUT I WASN’T called that until much later. In the beginning I was known merely as Seven, one of the nine surviving Garde from the planet Lorien, the fate of which was, and still is, left in our hands. Those of us who aren’t lost. Those of us still alive. I was six when we landed. When the ship jolted to a halt on Earth, even at my young age I sensed how much was at stake for us—nine Cêpan, nine Garde— and that our only chance waited for us here. We had entered the planet’s atmosphere in the midst of a storm of our own creation, and as our feet found Earth for the very first time, I remember the wisps of steam that rolled off the ship and the goose bumps that covered my arms. I hadn’t felt the wind in a year, and it was freezing outside. Somebody was there waiting for us. I don’t know who he was, only that he handed each Cêpan two sets of clothes and a large envelope. I still don’t know what was in it. As a group we huddled...
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...G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS An imprint of Penguin Young Readers Group. Published by The Penguin Group. Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014, USA. Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, Ontario M4P 2Y3, Canada (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.). Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England. Penguin Ireland, 25 St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd). Penguin Group (Australia), 707 Collins Street, Melbourne, Victoria 3008, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty Ltd). Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Center, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi–110 017, India. Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, Rosedale, Auckland 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd). Penguin Books South Africa, Rosebank Office Park, 181 Jan Smuts Avenue, Parktown North 2193, South Africa. Penguin China, B7 Jiaming Center, 27 East Third Ring Road North, Chaoyang District, Beijing 100020, China. Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England. Copyright © 2013 by Rick Yancey. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission in writing from the publisher, G. P. Putnam’s Sons, an imprint of Penguin Young Readers Group, 345 Hudson Street, New York, NY 10014. G. P. Putnam’s Sons, Reg. U.S. Pat & Tm. Off. Please...
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...THIRTY-EIGHT CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE CHAPTER FORTY CHAPTER FORTY-ONE CHAPTER FORTY-TWO CHAPTER FORTY-THREE CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE CHAPTER FORTY-SIX CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT CHAPTER FORTY-NINE CHAPTER FIFTY PROLOGUE DECEMBER 7, 1895 HEREIN LIES THE FAITHFUL AND TRUE ACCOUNT OF my last sixty days, by Kartik, brother of Amar, loyal son of the Rakshana, and of the strange visitation I received that has left me wary on this cold English night. To begin at the beginning, I must go back to the middle days of October, after the misfortune that occurred. It was growing colder when I left the woods behind the Spence Academy for Young Ladies. I'd received a letter by falcon from the Rakshana. My presence was required immediately in London. I was to keep off the main roads and be certain I was not followed. For several miles, I traveled under cover of the Gypsy caravan. The rest of the way I made on foot, alone, shielded by trees or the broad cape of night. The second night, exhausted by my travels, half dead with cold and hunger—for I had finished my meager portion of meat two days prior—my mind made strange by isolation, the woods began to play tricks on me. In my weakened state, every...
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...institution for its educational purposes provided that the educational institution (or body that administers it) has given a remuneration notice to Copyright Agency Limited (CAL) under the Act. Allen & Unwin 83 Alexander Street Crows Nest NSW 2065 Australia Phone: Fax: Email: Web: (61 2) 8425 0100 (61 2) 9906 2218 info@allenandunwin.com www.allenandunwin.com A Cataloguing-in-Publication entry is available from the National Library of Australia www.trove.nla.gov.au ISBN 978 1 74237 820 6 Cover photograph: dress designer - Alex London; styling – Katherine Erwin; hair & makeup – Arturo Swayze Typography: Ray Shappell Printed in Australia by McPherson’s Printing Group 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 For my parents, and for my husband, because when I said I wanted to touch the moon you took my hand, held me close, and taught me how to fly. Two roads diverged in a wood, and...
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...FAHRENHEIT 451 by Ray Bradbury This one, with gratitude, is for DON CONGDON. FAHRENHEIT 451: The temperature at which book-paper catches fire and burns PART I IT WAS A PLEASURE TO BURN IT was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning. Montag grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame. He knew that when he returned to the firehouse, he might wink at himself, a minstrel man, burntcorked, in the mirror. Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that. smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered...
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...hugest gratitude as always to Linda Evans, Patrick Plonkington-Smythe, Araminta Whitley and Celia Hayley, my boys and the board. ONE Of course I have secrets. Of course I do. Everyone has a secret. It's completely normal. I'm sure I don't have any more than anybody else. I'm not talking about big, earth-shattering secrets. Not the-president- is-planning-to-bomb-Japan-and-only-Will-Smith-can-save-the-world type secrets. Just normal, everyday little secrets. Like for example, here are a few random secrets of mine, off the top of my head: 1. My Kate Spade bag is a fake. 2. I love sweet sherry, the least cool drink in the universe. 3. I have no idea what NATO stands for. Or even what it is. 4. I weigh 9 stone 3. Not 8 stone 3, like my boyfriend Connor thinks. (Although in my defence, I was planning to go on a diet when I told him that. And to be fair, it is only one number different.) 5. I've always thought Connor looks a bit like Ken. As in Barbie and Ken. 6. Sometimes, when we're right in the middle of passionate sex, I suddenly want to laugh. 7. I lost my virginity in the spare bedroom with Danny Nussbaum, while Mum and Dad were downstairs watching Ben Hur. 8. I've already drunk the wine that Dad told me to lay down for twenty years. 9. Sammy the goldfish at home isn't the same goldfish that Mum and Dad gave me to look after when they went to Egypt. 10. When my colleague Artemis really annoys me, I feed her plant orange...
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...1 In memory of Skip and Mary Dickinson For Quintin and Griffin And for Louise Dennys, with thanks ‘Most of you, I am sure, remember the tragic circumstances of the death of Geoffrey Clifton at Gilf Kebir, followed later by the disappearance of his wife, Katharine Clifton, which took place during the 1939 desert expedition in search of Zerzura. “I cannot begin this meeting tonight without referring very sympathetically to those tragic occurrences. “The lecture this evening ...” From the minutes of the Geographical Society meeting of November 194-, London I The Villa SHE STANDS UP in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance. She has sensed a shift in the weather. There is another gust of wind, a buckle of noise in the air, and the tall cypresses sway. She turns and moves uphill towards the house, climbing over a low wall, feeling the first drops of rain on her bare arms. She crosses the loggia and quickly enters the house. In the kitchen she doesn’t pause but goes through it and climbs the stairs which are in darkness and then continues along the long hall, at the end of which is a wedge of light from an open door. She turns into the room which is another garden—this one made up of trees and bowers painted over its walls and ceiling. The man lies on the bed, his body exposed to the breeze, and he turns his head slowly towards her as she enters. Every four days she washes his black body, beginning at the destroyed feet. She wets a washcloth...
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