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Tunnel in the Sky

I am beginning to think that a selection of Robert Heinlein’s juvenile science fiction books should be required reading in every Middle School class. Even though the science in these stories is outdated, in some cases badly so, and the social mores reflect the period in which they were published, the 1950’s, although that may not actually be a bad thing, I think the young reader can still learn a lot from Heinlein’s stories. 646 more words

Books I've Read

The Maze Runner: Deadly Puzzle Solving Story

The Maze Runner: Deadly Puzzle Solving Story

The Maze Runner by James Dashner is, at the beginning of the series, a deadly puzzle solving story where a large group of boys must figure their way out of the huge maze they live in. 29 more words


How bad could it be? muses Mum

The worst thing about being a Mum is the amount of bossiness and judicial involvement required to try and maintain a remotely civilised household. I sometimes fantasise about kicking back with a big fat cigar in my mouth in a massive armchair (the type that massages your whole body) and saying to the children ‘Do your worst’ with a smile that would rival Hannibal’s from the A team. 173 more words


The Lord Of The Flies - William Golding

Oh this is a horrible book, but I love it!  Actually, the book isn’t horrible, the characters are.  What would happen in a society without adults?   553 more words

BBC Book Challenge

Being a Littlun'

I was called ‘littlun’ in school. I’m 4 feet 11 inches. I’m small. The Littun’. We were studying Golding’s Lord of the Flies. The tall, beautiful and admittedly loquacious Krithika was called Eliza Doolittle when we studied Pygmalion. 767 more words

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Today I bring a brief thought for the day, as well as news about what you will be reading here soon.

Video games are something I find enjoyable; however, I find it necessary to qualify that statement with a few added thoughts. 478 more words


The Re-Reading Project: Lord of the Flies

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead.

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