Finish Strong Project

You have 14 days to read as many chapter books as possible before the end of the year on May 31st. Here are the rules:

1. You must read each chapter book all the way to the end.
2. When you finish each chapter book you must comment on this post and give a brief summary and write a recommendation. Below is an example of what the comment must look like:


Name: Mrs. Greason

Book Title: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Author: J.K. Rowling

Summary: This book starts with Sirius Black escaping from Azkaban. The soul-sucking Death Eaters are on his trail and they end up at Azkaban protecting the grounds and causing trouble for Harry and his friends. Harry discovers some powers he never knew he had and by the end of the novel a very unlikely character is now his family member.

Recommendation: I liked how in this book the trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were able to leave Hogwarts and explore Hogsmeade. It was cool to see what the three experienced in a different setting. The Maurder's Map was pretty cool too because when Sirius Black transformed into Padfoot you were able to tell he was on the grounds. A lot of secrets were discovered in this book.

Who's up for the challenge? Get reading!

Burning Questions

Why were women not allowed to vote in the first place?

Why, as women, should we care about our right to vote? (For the ladies only.)

What did it take for these suffragists to change the laws about women's rights?

Shad Reads Penny Pollock

When the Moon is Full

By Penny Pollock

Full moons come,

full moons go,

softening nights

with their silver glow.

They pass in silence 

all untamed

but as they travel

they are named.

Blake Reads Christina Georgina Rossetti

Who Has Seen the Wind?

BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

Kylie Reads Pablo Neruda

Ode to Enchanted Light

Pablo Neruda

Under the trees light
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light
like a green
latticework of branches,
shining
on every leaf,
drifting down like clean
white sand.

A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.

The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.

Eh Wah Reads Sylvia Plath

The Night Dances

Sylvia Plath

A smile fell in the grass.

Irretrievable!

And how will your night dances

Lose themselves. In mathematics?

Such pure leaps and spirals ----

Surely they travel

The world forever, I shall not entirely

Sit emptied of beauties, the gift

Of your small breath, the drenched grass

Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.

Their flesh bears no relation.

Cold folds of ego, the calla,

And the tiger, embellishing itself ----

Spots, and a spread of hot petals.

The comets

Have such a space to cross,

Such coldness, forgetfulness.

So your gestures flake off ----

Warm and human, then their pink light

Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.

Why am I given

These lamps, these planets

Falling like blessings, like flakes

Six sided, white

On my eyes, my lips, my hair

Touching and melting.

Nowhere.

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