<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:26:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing to Christ</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-1024713296049387809</id><published>2010-05-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:42:10.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475939529331454770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJJLL6GI88/S_5x_TlSMzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GZUNuQUPTnw/s320/auschwitz11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Term &lt;em&gt;Holocaust&lt;/em&gt; means an act of mass destruction and loss of life. An example of Holocaust is when the mass murder of Jews under the German Nazi rule from 1941 until 1945. The Auschwitz concentration camp complex was the largest of its kind during the German Nazi rule. It included three main camps, all of which deployed incarcerated prisoners at forced labor. The SS authorities continuously deployed prisoners at forced labor to expand the physical contours of the camp. The Holocaust in Auschwitz was a horrible mass destruction of Jews. Innocent people were beaten, burned alive, hung, or shot for just being a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJJLL6GI88/S_5y1JT_pqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCgthkUBo_M/s1600/150px-NightWiesel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475940454287517346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJJLL6GI88/S_5y1JT_pqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qCgthkUBo_M/s320/150px-NightWiesel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Author&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eliewieselfoundation.org/"&gt;Elie Wielsel&lt;/a&gt; was born in 1928 in Sighet, Transylvania, which is now part of Romania. He was fifteen years old when he and his family were deported by the Nazis to Auschwitz. Wiesel went through tremendious agony and horror at an early age, the Nazis offenders took the lives of many of his family members and friends. He is still alive and filled with the memories of the tragedy. The novel Night is a look into the life of Elie Wiesel, the readers get to expirience to a smaller magnitude, what he felt and went through at the hands of the Nazis. I believe Mr. Wiesel wrote his novel so people would never forget the Holocaust. People will always remember the struggle that the Nazis put the Jewish people through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The symbol of darkness in Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elie’s struggle with his faith is a dominant conflict in Night. At the beginning of the work, his faith in God is absolute. When asked why he prays to God, he answers, “Why did I pray? . . . Why did I live? Why did I breathe?” His belief in an omnipotent, benevolent God is unconditional, and he cannot imagine living without faith in a divine power. But this faith is shaken by his experience during the Holocaust. The symbol of darkness is that Elie wants to believe in God but he doesn’t know how because If God was there why was he letting his people suffer and go through a horrible time. The darkness in this picture shows that Elie is wanting to believe in God and the white spot in this picture is showing God reaching out to him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475942084500880994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJJLL6GI88/S_50UCVJfmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/shSUh6j8zAY/s320/kATIE%27S+YO%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-1024713296049387809?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1024713296049387809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/1024713296049387809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/1024713296049387809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/05/holocaust.html' title='Holocaust'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2fJJLL6GI88/S_5x_TlSMzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GZUNuQUPTnw/s72-c/auschwitz11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-2910969442217328672</id><published>2010-04-13T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T06:47:59.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1920's</title><content type='html'>Living in the 1920s would obviously be a lot different from living in the present day. I can't say that I would rather live in the 1920s because I am happy living the way I am now. &lt;br /&gt;Here in the present day we have so much technology that we use every single day and without it life would be much more difficult. Also, I believe that we have come to a point in our society where racism is nearly diminished. Unfortunately, back then that wasn't the case and things were much different. Hopefully someday racism will be completely evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;I also like living now because I have such a wide variety of music to listen to and in the 1920s a lot of the music that I love would not have been around for years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-2910969442217328672?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2910969442217328672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/04/1920s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/2910969442217328672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/2910969442217328672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/04/1920s.html' title='1920&apos;s'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-7251869931724813993</id><published>2010-03-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:01:05.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Gold Can Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;   Spring is the time of awakening and a new life. When spring comes around every year, flowers burst with bright colors, trees are blooming with brand new leaves and everything is alive again. One of the disadvantages to spring is the pollen on the cars, houses, and everything that is outside. To me, I love the weather during spring but I hate the allergies it causes me to have.&lt;br /&gt;         On the nature walks during school, we all notice the trees' mostly changing colors. On the top of the tress they turn gold and now all of the leaves are coming back. Soon the leaves will change to yellow, red and many other beautiful colors.&lt;br /&gt;         Spring time is one of my most favorite seasons even though my allergies might disagree. I love the beautiful colors and the warm air that comes along with spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-7251869931724813993?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/7251869931724813993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-gold-can-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/7251869931724813993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/7251869931724813993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-gold-can-stay.html' title='Nothing Gold Can Stay'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-6871889261831703471</id><published>2010-03-30T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:54:39.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day Blog # 1</title><content type='html'>St. Patrick's Day is a yearly holiday celebrated on March the 17th. It is named after Saint Patrick, the most commonly recognized of the parton saints of Ireland. It began as a purely Catholic holiday and became an official feast day in the early 1600s. However, it has gradually become more of a secular celebration of Ireland's culture.&lt;br /&gt;     Today we were green and if you don't wear the color you will get pinched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-6871889261831703471?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/6871889261831703471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day-blog-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/6871889261831703471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/6871889261831703471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-patricks-day-blog-1.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day Blog # 1'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-8317685541589157756</id><published>2010-01-14T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:46:26.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil War</title><content type='html'>A Civil War can be a fight between two best friends like: Sarah and Amber. Sarah and Amber were best friends. They did everything together and never could be apart from each other until Sarah did something that no friend should ever do. Take her best friends boyfriend.When Amber found out, her face turned a very red color, like a tomato, and she just froze up. She looked at Sarah and could not believe her. She didn't know what to say or even do but just stare at the face of a so-called best friend.Needless to say, Sarah was not the prettiest girl anymore in Amber's eyes. Sarah looked at her angry best friend. She had never seen Amber this mad before. Amber's eyes turned from a beautiful tropical forest color to a solid grey like a stormy sea. Sarah also stood there dumbfounded and confused. She did not know what to say or do so she just stood and stared at the lifeless, pale skinned, tomato colored face, best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-8317685541589157756?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/8317685541589157756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/01/civil-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/8317685541589157756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/8317685541589157756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2010/01/civil-war.html' title='Civil War'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-2975870569912247463</id><published>2009-12-16T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:11:08.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crucible Review</title><content type='html'>"I belive that the reader will discover here the essential nature of one of the stongest and most awful chapters in human history," Arthur Miller wrote of his classic play about the witch-hunts and trials in seveteenth century Salem, Massachusetts. When a young girl accuses Elizabeth Proctor of being a witch, self-righteous church leadres and townspeople insist thatElizabeth be brought to trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book. If you like books that dramatic and romatic then you will enjoy this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-2975870569912247463?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2975870569912247463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/12/crucible-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/2975870569912247463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/2975870569912247463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/12/crucible-review.html' title='The Crucible Review'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-4711758949528668693</id><published>2009-11-18T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:27:42.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been bullied. Well many people do. I see a ton of people in High School or in any school where they get picked on. There is a different types of bullying. The main type of bullying is someone beating up someone or other people talking bad about someone else and making fun of them. I see kids in school who talk bad about someone else or saying they hate them or telling them they want to beat them up. Bullying is in society or in public schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-4711758949528668693?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4711758949528668693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/11/bullying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/4711758949528668693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/4711758949528668693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/11/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-1519120149222998967</id><published>2009-11-18T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:49:21.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak</title><content type='html'>You should read this book.. everyone Laurie Anderson's book &lt;em&gt;Speak. &lt;/em&gt;Have you ever felt like you need to tell someone something but could never open you mouth and tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats what Melinda goes through in the book &lt;em&gt;Speak.&lt;/em&gt; She gets attacked by a boy named Andy at an end-of-summer party, and she calls the cops, so her old friends won't talk to her, and people she doesn't even know hate her from a distance. The safest place for her to be alone is in her own head.  But even that's not safe. Because there's something she is trying not to think about, something about the night at the party that, if she let in, she would blow her carefully constructed disguise and would have to speak the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;If you like a tough, tender, and darkly funny story of a teenage outcast then I recommend this book to you.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-1519120149222998967?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1519120149222998967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/1519120149222998967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/1519120149222998967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak.html' title='Speak'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-5477802881196308105</id><published>2009-10-18T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:58:14.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Spirit Bear</title><content type='html'>In Touching Spirit Bear this book is about a fifteen year old boy named Cole Matthews. He has been fighting and stealing for years. The punishment for smashing Peter Driscal’s skull into the sidewalk was to be banished to an Island in Alaska by the Native American Circle Justice. Cole hates the island and every one who is making him go. He thinks it is all a game and he is just waiting for it to start. Later on he burns the shed and all the supplies inside. He then tries to swim to where Garvey and Edwin came from to find a boat to get on so he could run away to somewhere else. But the water was to cold and the tide took him back to the beach. He then tries to kill the spirit bear and the bear attacks him back and breaks his right arm, his hips and rib cages, he also sliced his chest.  Cole laid in the woods for a couple of days and in misery. He finally decided not to give up and to live. He ate a mouse and bugs to keep him alive and have energy. Then Garvey and Edwin came and went to check on Cole and they found him lying there almost dead. Later on Cole goes back to the island to rebuild the shed and tries to restart all over again and to prove the Circle of Justice he really wants to change. I recommend you read this book was very stressful and if you want to find out what happens to Cole you should read this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-5477802881196308105?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/5477802881196308105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirit-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/5477802881196308105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/5477802881196308105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/10/touching-spirit-bear.html' title='Touching Spirit Bear'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-2119400182352279701</id><published>2009-10-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:43:07.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copper Sun</title><content type='html'>Slavery brought many tears and was the saddest thing that happened in history.&lt;br /&gt;Amari's life was perfect. But when slave traders invade her village and brutally murder her entire family. Amari finds her self dragged to a slave ship headed to the Cape Coast, an infamous slave-holding prison. When Amari is on the "death ship" she meets a girl named Afi, who helps her get through the abusive beatings and the raping that the sailors’ did for fun. After Amari arrives at Carolina she is then auction off to a plantation owner and given to his son, Clay Derby, as a birthday present. Amari then meets Polly who is a 16 year old servant girl who hates slaves and thinks they are a waste of time. But then Mr. Derby tells Polly she has to teach Amari the rules and how to speak enough English so she can be told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Amari, summoned to Clay's bedroom twice a week, is excused from working in the plantation's rice paddies. When another sexual treachery blows up violently, the ensuing chaos provides Polly and Amari a cover for escape. They escape to Fort Mose, Florida, in search of sanctuary at the Spanish colony.&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to anyone who is interested in adventure. This book kept me on the edge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-2119400182352279701?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/2119400182352279701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/10/copper-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/2119400182352279701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/2119400182352279701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/10/copper-sun.html' title='Copper Sun'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-4548017168861348226</id><published>2009-10-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:50:20.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember- Pioneer Never Quits-Book Review</title><content type='html'>There was a time when the world was sweeter; when the women in Beaufort, North Carolina, wore dresses and the men wore hats. It was a time when something happened to a seventeen year old boy that changed his life forever.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Sparks’ &lt;em&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/em&gt; is about a boy named Landon Carter who meets a girl named Jamie Sullivan. Jamie Sullivan is a quiet girl who always carries a bible. She takes care of her widowed father, rescues hurt animals, and helps in the local orphanage. No boy had ever asked her out, well until Landon did. Landon would have never dreamed of it; Jamie was certainly the last girl in town he thought he’d fall for. The daughter of the town’s Baptist Minister was definitely someone his heart never saw coming.&lt;br /&gt;Then a twist of fate made Jamie his partner for the homecoming dance. With this unexpected position, Landon’s life was never the same. “Being with Jamie showed him the depths of the human heart and lead him to a decision that would send him on the road to manhood.”&lt;br /&gt;This book kept me mesmerized and on the edge. I loved this book and I recommend it anyone who is captured by Love stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-4548017168861348226?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/4548017168861348226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/10/walk-to-remember-pioneer-never-quits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/4548017168861348226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/4548017168861348226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/10/walk-to-remember-pioneer-never-quits.html' title='A Walk to Remember- Pioneer Never Quits-Book Review'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648514496922578411.post-1443095392066525573</id><published>2009-09-16T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:16:29.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving off campus</title><content type='html'>As we move forwards throw the years on our way to adulthood, we gain privileges.  First, they are small.  We tie our own shoes; pick what we want to eat, and what to wear: the decisions grow with age.  In this moment, we are Juniors in High School.  Well on our way to college.  We make bigger choices now.  Where do I want to work?  Who do I want to be in a relationship with?  Who are my truest friends?  These decisions are everyday choices that as Juniors, we make. Another choice that we should have EVERY day is where we want to eat.  Why should a group of people who make adult decisions everyday be forced to eat in only one place?  As juniors we are all driving, busy with everyday life.  We drive ourselves to school, so should we not make the choice to go OFF CAMPUS to eat lunch?  Juniors are considered upper classmen, there for we should share the privileges as the other upper classmen (Seniors).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648514496922578411-1443095392066525573?l=writingtochrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/feeds/1443095392066525573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/09/driving-off-campus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/1443095392066525573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648514496922578411/posts/default/1443095392066525573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writingtochrist.blogspot.com/2009/09/driving-off-campus.html' title='Driving off campus'/><author><name>Writing to Christ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14409488553503449974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
