Books

"It was the circus," I told them. In the cool light of morning, the words must have sounded more sane than they had the night before, because no one rushed to calm me this time. Everyone waited.
"The CoveOps report," Liz said. She pulled a chair closer and sank into it, as if my words had knocked her off her feet. She reached for the bag and found the dirty copy I'd retrieved from the embassy in Rome.
"What does that have to do with..." Bex started, but Liz was already to the page where I had talked about going to the circus with my father. It was nothing, really, a sentence or two that could have just as easily been left out.
And if it had been left out, then my life probably would have turned out very, very differently.


-quote from-Out of Sight Out of Time


-below a quote from-I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You


I remembered the time my dad took me to the circus. For two hours we sat side be side, watching the clowns and cheering for the lion tamer. But the part I remember most was when a man stepped out onto the high wire, fifty feet above the ground. By the time he reached the other side, five other people had climbed onto his shoulders, but I wasn't watching him-I was too busy staring at my father, who looked on as if he knew what it felt like, up there without a net.







I most definitely love series. Because the top quote is from book 5 and the second quote is from book 1. It's amazing how closely this author, Ally Carter, waved this story that forced me to read it again. I love it when that happens. When I'm an author, I hope I weave it better than anybody can imagine. Leaving details that anybody, even a spy, might overlook, then make it a huge deal in the end, surprising the readers and practily forcing them to re-read the books the see if they can catch that detail. So tightly woven that every sentence is important to the characters lives. The only way that this can possibly happen, of course, is experience. Write many stories. See if they get published. Work hard to get them to the world. This is my dream. This is my possibility. This is who I'm going to be. An author. I adore books, adore writing, and I have an open mind. Plus, I'm not afraid to show the world tidbits of how my mind works, along with the wisdom I've gained in life.
Nobody says that life would be easy. Just that it would be worth it.
I love this piece of wisdom. It gives life a whole new meaning.
If your here for the ride, expect some troubles
Life is totally worth it if it isn't given to you. Happiness isn't things. It's the things that hold great memories.

If I don't become an author, I might work in a library or create tv cartoons of cartoon games like Maplestory, ClubPenguin, Poptropica, and Webkinz.


Signing out
-Beth

Friday

The most recent Friday, I learned very early that my winter are not water-proof at all. We were walking to band in the morning around 8:47 a.m and I decided to walk through a very deep puddle. My first three steps my socks and books were soaked. I panicked and jumped out. That puddle was about knee-high deep. So during band, I had to wring out the slippers in my boots and play my horn I'm very cold, very wet socks. By the time it was 2:30 p.m, my socks were still wet and my boots were still soaked. That day I learned that my boots aren't water-proof at all.

Winter of 2011-2012

This winter has been one of the weirdest winters I've ever experienced. We've never had ground covering snow for more than 6 days, then a warm front comes and we have barely any snow for a while. Like last week. About 2 weeks ago it was always warm and fairly sunny. Then Friday night, last week, we got more than 15 inches of wet snow. Branches broken, power lines down all over the place, and of course, bushes flattened to something like a pancake. My family was one of the lucky ones. On Saturday morning, we only had power outages for about 2-6 minutes and off then on flashes. While others didn't get power until like this past Friday. A week later. What did I do while we had oh so mush snow? I saved trees with my dad, with a stick. Then I spent about a half an hour saving my moms lilacs. I was a warrior in training. That day was so boring. No Internet. Just books and the outdoors. I spent so much of my time outside, I have no idea why I spent so much time inside reading. Now today, we barely have any snow. Not one flake of snow is on the trees now, just broken branches to remind us of the devastion that heavy wet over 15 inches of snow did.