Dover Beach Post

Mrs. Phelps stormed out of the Montag's house and briskly rushed home, not trying to hide the tears that kept puring down her face, despite her best efforts before she left. She let them fall, didn't know why they came or how she felt, weather it was sad or moved or upset or something else. The haunting lines echoed through her head, making it hard to organize herself. "With tremulous cadence slow, and bring the eternal note of sadness in..."Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow of human misery..."  What did it mean? The only thing stopping her from rushing to the fire department right away is the silly idea that it all might mean something greater than herself, but of course that was ridiculous. That's all life is about, yourself, not your husband or your kids or your friends or any family at all, not strangers or kin are as important as you. Or are they? for the poem also said "Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!" as if to someone else, just as important. 

But what is she thinking? that's why this was outlawed in the first place, wasn't it? To protect them from this sort of thinking. She wasn't used to actually thinking outside of the entertainment on the wall-TV. And now she is even more confused, because for a second she actually thinks she likes thinking like this, doing something more with herself other than mindless meandering... Perhaps that's why the tears still flow, she thinks as she steps through the door to her house. And instead of going to the parlor to turn on the family, as she did most every day, she went to the bedroom, pulled out the one thing she didn't know like the back of her own hand in the whole house... a book left by a grandfather or some such thing. She had never touched it other than to hide it, but was told she mustn't loose it. And as she started leafing through it, she realized how valuable this was. she brushed off her husband when he tried to ask what was going on. she was too busy to answer. she heard him leave abruptly. The rest of the day seemed to come in eights- eight hours to finish the book, all 300 pages, because she'd never read so much in her life. Eight hours from when she got home until her husband finally reported her... Eight minutes to loose it all: her house, her family, her book, her freedom, and most of all everything she treasured in her life... And eight seconds to want out.

Sadly, prison didn't have a way out.

Hey guys,
Over the weekend I got into The Maze Runner by James Dashner. I spent the weekend at my grandparents house, so it meant a lot of reading! I ended up finishing it in two days. For anyone who hasn't read it, I will not give away important details of the book. The quality of the writing was superb, with its own eccentric twists and words. James Dashner did not waste any time on huge vocab words, but used words most teenagers would use, which helped add to the mood, because it is set all around a bunch of teenagers locked inside a maze. He expertly mixes terror, mystery, and action into a masterpiece of writing, always keeping me turning the pages. His craft is also unique: he throws the reader for twists, and shows just how unusual Thomas is to the Gladers. The whole book builds, keeping you hooked, and once you get to the end you want more. In short, it's exactly what every avid reader wants. Hope you're interested enough to give it a read!
P.S. I found a link to a sample of The Maze Runner. Happy reading!:) https://www.barnesandnoble.com/signin/popup

Hello and welcome to Jack Davis's reading blog. This year we will be going through many books and blog posts for Honors English class. I will probably stick around fiction for most of the year, but if anyone has a suggestion I am open to it. I am planning on starting with Maze Runner. Lets kick off a good year of reading.