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Book Review: Dead Poets Society
Book Stats: Dead Poets Society by Nancy H. Kleinbaum published in 1988. Back from campus I decided to go ahead and finish one of the recommended book, this book was recommended to me by AD Baloach ADB who is also an excellent writer.
By Staringale2 years ago in BookClub
Literary Adventure; Book Review
Book Stats: Where'd You Go, Bernadette was written by Maria Semple and published in August 2012. It's the middle of the week after the Monday Wilderness Adventure. I hope the rest of the week is calm and peaceful. Grabbing a book, I curled up by the window in a warm, fluffy blanket and spent the next hour reading. Here's my opinion on the book.
By Staringale2 years ago in BookClub
Wilderness Adventure
Sitting on my couch in the comfort of my house, I am writing to share with you about my day. It's been a wild one. Today, our campus arranged a training camp in the woods to train us on the subject of 'Field Medicine.' It was enlightening; I learned about the various types of plants that can be used in treatment in the absence of medicine, how to deal with bites from various animals and bugs, and much more. As the time for a break came, everyone of us stretched and put things in order before heading for a meal. I thought this was an appropriate time to give my mom an update.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
Little Jane's Big Project
It is a chilly afternoon, and I am standing in my living room with a kindergartener. A young brunette with green irises, she lives in the same neighborhood as me. Today, she accosted me on my way home from the campus and requested my help with her project. Seeing the determined passion in her eyes, I agreed, and together we went back home. Upon reaching home, I gave my mom a tight hug and told her about little Jane, who accompanied me back. I asked my mom to check in with Jane's mom and left to get freshened up, leaving Jane with my mom.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
A Day with a Book
Book Stats: Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, published in the year 1866. Today I had some free time on hand, so I decided to return the previously borrowed book from the library as the date of return was closing by. Cycling to the library while enjoying the cool breeze and silent street, it was still early in the day. The library only had the librarian who was sorting out the books. Returning the book I asked for a recommendation on a deep moralistic novel, the librarian gave me a smile and pushed a book towards me. Taking it I sat by the window in the library and started reading. It is Russian language, though I am not proficient in this language, I know enough to get by. So I started reading it took me quiet sometime but here's my opinion on it.
By Staringale2 years ago in BookClub
The Mystery of Dimly Lit Rooms
Entering home after a tiring day on the campus, I gave my mom a tight hug and then stepped into the living room. A mouthwatering scent hit me, and I immediately knew that Grandma must be in the kitchen, cooking her own recipe for lunch. Excited at the prospect, I skipped to my room without bothering to pay any further attention to the dimly-lit living room. With the homemade meal on my mind, I freshened up hastily, slipping my feet into cozy slippers and skipping like a little girl to the kitchen.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
Appreciating the Little Things
Rising with the sun gives one a proactive approach towards the day. Sitting in the kitchen during the early morning silence and serenity soothes the soul. Today, I wasn't enjoying this morning gift of nature alone. My mom and grandma woke up early and were now accompanying me. The window telecasted the beauty of nature as we ate our breakfast. The chirping of the birds caused the melodious tune to drift through the air, awakening the soul. The music created by nature is better than any music I have ever heard. The plate of heartwarming breakfast before me made this a lot more exciting.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
Sunset Musings & Piano Adventures
Sitting by the window, I watched the sun set. The beautiful transition is so mesmerizing that it leaves a lasting impression and it never gets old. As the sun starts to descend, the sky that was illuminated by the sunlight gets darker and darker, an array of colors appear widespread across the sky that slowly blend together, creating a beautiful shade. The air gets colder and colder as the sun descends. The cooling air gently caresses my face, reminding me of a mother's touch. The air picks up its pace, the wind blows through my hair, causing my scalp to cool down and my hair to blow and twist in a random way. The last light of the day sheds light on the birds returning to their homes.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
The Culinary Quest Ending In Failure
Making puffed rice at home has been on my mind for quite some time now, and today I finally got the chance to try it out. The college let us off early today, so by 1:00pm, I was home in comfortable clothes and relaxing. I thought, why not give it a try today? I have both the time and ingredients, and that led me to the kitchen.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
An Afternoon Spent on Hunger Games written by Suzanne Collins
Just watched the first season of hunger games and I wanted to see how the story unfolded in the books. So grabbing my wallet and the helmet I rode to the dingy old-bookshop across the corner on my bicycle. This was the book I didn't have with me at home so I had to buy it but I got a bad news when I stopped infront of the bookshop. Because there on a white board it was written in bold letters closed. I didn't want to put it off till tomorrow so I made a u-turn and headed for the library. Thankfully I was able to borrow the book, racing back home, I got comfortable on the couch and started reading. And here's my opinion on 'The Hunger Games' written by Suzanne Collins.
By Staringale2 years ago in BookClub
Roaring Thunder
Waking up to a blast of roaring thunder is a new experience, and not a very pleasant one. Rubbing my eyes as I opened them, I took in the view before me. The room, which was dimly lit from the light of the lamp, became brightly lit from the thunder outside, which seemed to seep through the closed curtains and illuminate the room for a few seconds before disappearing and repeating the pattern. Knowing I would not be able to go back to sleep in these conditions, I quickly got up, freshened up, and headed to the kitchen.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
