RJ45

I am rereading the one and only ivan, and I’m focusing on theme.

“I am Ivan. I am a gorilla.

“It’s not as easy as it looks.

“People call me the Freeway Gorilla.  The ape at Exit 8.

“The One and Only Ivan, Mighty Silverback.

“The names are mine, but they’re not me.  I am Ivan, just Ivan, only Ivan.

“Humans waste words.

“They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot.

“Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

“I suppose you think gorillas can’t understand you.

“Of course, you also probably think we can’t walk upright.

“Try knuckle walking for an hour.

“You tell me:  Which way is more fun?”

the theme changes as the book goes on, and on, in this part, the theme is: “this is me.  this is my life.  this is who I am…”

in some other parts, the theme is: some were new, happy things, sad things, excitement, my past… the theme is some thing I tend to do in my head for every chapter, amazing things that just happened, climax, part (of the book), and whole book, and the series (one I finish it.)

the theme helps me make the images in my head, and if the book has a lot of clear images in it, it drives me crazy.  (except for comics, sense there is no description of the characters.)

-Ayala

RJ24

I am reading and keeper of the lost cities, I’m focusing on setting.

(This is a fan art of Sophie with humans)

“Sophie forced her eyes open. She tried not to wince as the bright fluorescents reflected off the vivid blue walls of the museum, amplifying the throbbing headache she was hiding. “No, Mr. Sweeney,” she mumbled, shrinking under the glares of her now staring classmates. She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair around her face, wishing she could hide behind it. This was exactly the kind of attention she went out of her way to avoid. Why she wore dull colors and lurked in the back, blocked by the other kids who were at least a foot taller than her. It was the only way to survive as a twelve-year-old high school senior. “Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along?” Mr. Sweeney held up her earbuds like they were evidence in a crime. Though to him, they probably were. He’d dragged Sophie’s class to the Natural History Museum in Balboa Park, assuming his students would be excited about the all-day field trip. He didn’t seem to realize that unless the giant dinosaur replicas came to life and started eating people, no one cared. Sophie tugged out a loose eyelash—a nervous habit—and stared at her feet. There was no way to make Mr. Sweeney understand why she needed the music to cancel the noise. He couldn’t even hear the noise.

“Chatter from dozens of tourists echoed off the fossil-lined walls and splashed around the cavernous room. But their mental voices were the real problem. Scattered, disconnected pieces of thoughts broadcast straight into Sophie’s brain—like being in a room with hundreds of TVs blaring different shows at the same time. They sliced into her consciousness, leaving sharp pains in their wake. She was a freak. It’d been her secret—her burden—since she fell and hither head when she was five years old.

“She’d tried blocking the noise. Tried ignoring it. Nothing helped. And she could never tell anyone. They wouldn’t understand.

““Since you’ve decided you’re above this lecture, why don’t you give it?” Mr. Sweeney asked. He pointed to the enormous orange dinosaur with a duckbill in the center of the room. “Explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied. ”Sophie repressed a sigh as her mind flashed to an image of the information card in front of the display. She’d glanced at it when they entered the museum, and her photographic memory recorded every detail. As she recited the facts, Mr. Sweeney’s face twisted into a scowl, and she could hear her classmates’ thoughts grow increasingly sour. They weren’t exactly fans of their resident child prodigy. They called her Curvebuster. She finished her answer, and Mr. Sweeney grumbled some-thing that sounded like “know-it-all”

“As he stalked off to the exhibit in the next room over. Sophie didn’t follow. The thin walls separating the two rooms didn’t block the noise, but they muffled it. She grabbed what little relief she could. “Nice job, super freak,” Garwin Chang—a boy wearing a T-shirt that said back off! i’m gonna fart—sneered as he shoved past her to join their classmates. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class about the Lame-o-saurus.’”  Garwin was still bitter Yale had offered her a full scholar-ship. His rejection letter had arrived a few weeks before.”

 

each of the settings Sophie is in, she doesn’t feel good, like she belongs, and the fact that when she was five she started hearing voices that were way too loud, and felt like knifes did not help. When Fitz brought her to the lost cities, she felt better, more like she belongs, but she also felt like an outsider, a freak. At whatever setting she is in, she feels bad, and scared, and sad, and scared, and confused, and even more scared…

-Ayala

RJ23

I am reading the one and only Iven, and I’m focusing on setting.

“I am Ivan. I am a gorilla.

“It’s not as easy as it looks.

“People call me the Freeway Gorilla.  The ape at Exit 8.

“The One and Only Ivan, Mighty Silverback.

“The names are mine, but they’re not me.  I am Ivan, just Ivan, only Ivan.

“Humans waste words.

“They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot.

“Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

“I suppose you think gorillas can’t understand you.

“Of course, you also probably think we can’t walk upright.

“Try knuckle walking for an hour.

“You tell me:  Which way is more fun?”

In this book, the setting (most of the time) is the small cage, and the Gorilla is thinking.

The setting is really important in this book because the main character is thinking about where he was, where he is, and where he wants to be.

-Ayala

RJ 22

I’m reading Star girl, and I am focusing on characterization.

“Mostly what I noticed were the eyes. Faces turned up from the steps below, but the eyes never connected with us. They went right on through us as if they were gamma rays. Or they nipped our ears and rattled off among the walls and other eyes. I had an urge to look down at myself, to make sure I was there.

“At lunch I said to Kevin, “Nobody looks at me.”

“He was staring at his sandwich.

“”Kevin!” I snapped. “Now you’re doing it.”

“He came up laughing. He looked me square in the eyes. “Sorry.”

“Usually there were others at the table. Today there was only us. I leaned across my lunch. “Kevin, what’s going on?”

“He looked off, then back to me. “I was wondering when you’d notice. Kinda hoping you wouldn’t.”

“”Notice what?”

“He stalled by taking a bite of tuna salad sandwich. He took his time chewing. He drank orangeade from a straw.

“”First of all, it’s not you.”

“I pulled back. I held out my hands. “It’s not me. What’s that supposed to mean?”

“”It’s who you’re with.”

“I sat there, blinking, staring at him. “Star girl?” He nodded.”

In this book, a unique girl joins a small school, and her popularity goes up and down, In this part her popularity is Down, and her boyfriend is having trouble with his friends.

Reader’s Journal 21

I’m reading Keeper of the lost Cities, and I’m focusing on characterization.

“She gasped and took another step back as her brain solved her earlier problem. She could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room. But she couldn’t hear the boy’s distinct, accented voice unless he was speaking. His mind was totally and completely silent. She didn’t know that was possible. “Who are you?” she whispered. His eyes widened. “You did—didn’t you?” He moved closer, leaning in to whisper. “Are you a Telepath? “She flinched. The word made her skin itch. And her reaction gave her away. “You are! I can’t believe it,” he whispered. Sophie backed toward the exit. She wasn’t about to reveal her secret to a total stranger. “It’s okay,” he said, holding out his hands as he moved closer, like she was some sort of wild animal he was trying to calm. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too. Sophie froze. “My name’s Fitz,” he added, stepping closer still.

“Fitz?

“What kind of a name was Fitz?

 

“She studied his face, searching for some sign that this was all part of a joke. “I’m not joking,” he said, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Maybe he did.

“She wobbled on her feet. She’d spent the past seven years wishing she could find someone else like her—someone who could do what she could. Now that she’d found him, she felt like the world had tilted sideways. He grabbed her arms to steady her. “Its okay, Sophie. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for twelve years.”

“Twelve years?

“And what did he mean by “we”? Better question: What did he want with her? The walls closed in and the room started to spin.

“Air

“She needed air. She jerked away and bolted through the door, stumbling Asher shaky legs found their rhythm. She sucked in giant breaths as she ran down the stairs in front of the museum. The smoke from the fires burned her lungs and white bits of ash flew in her face, but she ignored them. She wanted as much space between her and the strange boy as possible. Sophie, come back!” Fitz shouted behind her.”

Sophie had been hiding the fact that she is telepathic for 8 years, ever sense she turned 5 and started hearing sharp, loud, thoughts. In this passage you can identify a lot of elements of Characterization.

  1. Appearance: the book describes Fitz.
  2. Thoughts: the character is a mind reader
  3. Other character’s think and act around the person: Sophie is afraid of Fitz, Sophie is a mind reader and can read the minds of the people around her

Here is a picture of Fitz:

Reader`s journal 20

I am reading champion by Marie Lu, and this week I am focusing on thought.

“A lot of the messages I’ve seen lately actually support the Republic’s new Elector. He is our hope, says one message scrawled on the side of a building. Another painted on the street reads: The Elector will guide us out of the darkness. A little too optimistic, if you ask me, but I guess they’re good signs. Anden must be doing something right. And yet. Every now and then, I’ll also see messages that say, The Elector’s a hoax, or Brainwashed, or The Day we knew is dead. I don’t know.

“Sometimes this new trust between Anden and the people feels like a string. . . and I am that string. Besides, maybe the happy graffiti’s fake, painted by propaganda officers. Why not?

“You never know with the Republic.

“Eden and I, of course, have a Frisco apartment in a rich sector called Pacifica, where we stay with our caretaker, Lucy. The Republic’s gotta take care of its seventeen-year old most-wanted-criminal-turned-national-hero, doesn’t it? I remember how much I distrusted Lucy—a stern, stout, fifty two-year-old lady dressed in classic Republic colors—when she first showed up at our door in Denver. “The Republic has assigned me to assist you boys,” she told me as she bustled in to our apartment. Her eyes had settled immediately on Eden. “Especially the little one.”

Here you see how Day, (as you probably figured out) thinks and talks.

I really enjoyed the way the author writes her books, you can easily tell who a person likes, what they will think, and what they will do, while making everything really interesting!

-Ayala

water molecule

  1. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HELP! MOM DAD! HELP” most of my life I have lived in ground water, with a lot of others of my kind. I am always connected to Mr. Annoying-older-brother – not my fault! He was the first one there when I got here, so I am obviously connected to him!!! But today something is happening, we are being taken more underground, we make the long journey to stream land – I miss the rest of my family. My brother feels it – I think, he is comforting me. I am so glad I am with him, He knows me better than anyone.
  2. Stream land is a fun place to be, we have fun, and make a lot of new friends. One day, we went too far up, and needed to find our way home, we asked a nice girl I met, she said she can help us, and to follow her. We did, and went…up? Suddenly I see the most beautiful thing…is it light? Or the infamous Sun? We went to the very top. It was the infamous Sun. Suddenly, I went up!!!!!

“HELP please!!!” I said, my heart rate going up, I am all apart!

  1. Suddenly, I see her, is it her? It is…mom? “MOM –” I said but was cut off by a long hug. We were both crying. “Were is your brother?” She asked. I don’t know is a horrible answer, so instead I said “In stream land” about to cry again. We stayed together…until suddenly…
  2. It is so cold!!! I am falling, with mom, and it is so cold!! Luckily, I am with mom. We go on the ground, but slowly melt…
  3. We are in the ocean, the biggest place in the world! We dive, and float, and have fun! That’s new! We meet new people, and try to stay away from the heat, and the sun…until…