A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, Book I

For my literature class we are reading the book A Farewell to Arms. We finished reading Book I on Tuesday,and I now feel complied to tell all you about this book.

In my opinion, the book was choppy and awkward as well as fast paced and vague. Unless you can look beneath the words and find the inner meaning of the book then you will find the book the same way I did at first. But beneath the words is a deeper meaning of not only racy happenings, but a inner happenings in the characters and their actions. We find Hemingway's Protagonist/Hero qualities and budding romance, as well as war and what it brings. This book is more a biographical book than a novel, seeing as Hemingway wrote from memory at the time when Fredric Henry is wounded while eating macaroni and cheese with their fingers, instead of a Farewell to Arms, the book should be more appropriately be titled with a more personal name. Also, if you read Hemingway for fun? I might call you mad, or psychotic, and i would continue to make fun of you for your bad taste in a good read. Recently, I finished reading the book Wicked after seeing the play on Broadway last year, it is a difficult book to get into as well as the book The Sight, but you need to get into the book before you completely judge it. I guess I'll try to get deeper into the book before I decide whether or not I want to burn it...no offense Perry...

What Do Your Dreams Really Mean?

You hear in the Bible about one of God's men interpreting dreams. There are psychologists who think that just because they know human behavior, they can interpret dreams. But what do your dreams truly mean? Dreams range based on emotions. You can dream of funny things, sadness, anger, horrible accidents, perverted truths and desires. Yet, what do they mean? Are they your subconscious coming to the forefront when your conscious mind is resting? Are they things you want to say, think, or feel in real life, but you are unable to do so. or is it all just like a computer, taking most visited memories or places and perverting them to make you doubt yourself and your reality. I have had many a dream where I woke up thinking that it had really occurred, or I felt like I had in the dream. I find myself having dreams about a friend I was holding a grudge against, but in the dream, we were best friends again, I awoke to find myself thinking about how that friend and I had had the best of times yesterday, when we didn't even talk yesterday! The dream left lingering memories and feelings that never occurred. Does this mean something? Why do our dreams constantly remind us of reality? What are dreams??

Tiger's Curse

I recently read a book by the name of Tiger's Curse, book one of Tiger Saga written by Colleen Houck. The synopsis is as follows.

Kelsey Hayes is 17, almost 18, when she gets a 2-week temporary job at a circus that has a white tiger. Named Dhiren, the blue-eyed tiger quickly captures her heart. During her last days, Dhiren is bought by mysterious Mr. Anik Kadam, an Indian secretary for a wealthy buisness man who sent Mr. Kadam to buy the white tiger to release him in a reserve back in his home country of India. Kelsey is asked to accompany the tiger to make sure he settles in. On the way to the reserve, the driver abandons her as long as Ren(Kelsey's nickname for the tiger)! After being dragged through the jungle with a loose tiger for a few days, the two arrive at a hut in the middle of the jungle. Before going to the door, she ties Ren to a tree so as to not scare the inhabitants, but before she can get close enough to the hut, Ren turns into an Indian prince! Ren has been under the curse for 300 years and Kelsey is the only one in the world who can break it! Will she succeed? What about her newfound feelings for her tiger/Indian prince? What will she do if she does not have the strength to carry through?

Bryan's Out of the Job

Since he was five, Bryan Pace wanted to be a mortician, here is a story of him that I created that, if it were true, would put Bryan out of the Job

The night seemed to swallow the light off all the lamp posts around Bryan H. Pace as he walked to his favorite place. His formal tux hid him in the consuming darkness. Bryan entered the graveyard quietly, this was HIS graveyard. Everyone buried here had had Bryan as their mortician. The bond Bryan had with this graveyard might have been cohesive had anyone in the graveyard, or the graveyard itself, was alive. Pace always had a short poignant moment after he passed his first, and perfect, grave site, it held a special place in Bryan's heart. The guard at the graveyard had a rapport with Pace, so he never had to worry about being stopped upon entering. Yet today the guard was absent from his usual post when Bryan had arrive. He looked up the hill to see a man standing with his back to him, it was not the guard. As Bryan approached, he saw the man whiping his face with a hackneyed hankerchief to try and wipe off the blood and only succeeded in pushing it around on his face. Bryan suddenly recognized the man as his most recent client, a recently buried buisnessman! The soil on his grave was still fresh! "What are you?" Bryan managed to ask quietly. The man turned toward Bryan and smiled to show blood-stained fangs. Bryan stumbled back as the man began his florid speech. "I, Bryan H. Pace, am your last victim and you are my second! I am your death! I am a vampire!" The statement did not seem cogent to Bryan, yet it was not convoluted, so it had to be true! Bryan's face erupted into an effusive mask of horror. "But...but the dead should stay dead!" He quickly quoted his favorite adage. The vampire rolled his eyes. "I am not didactic, I can not tell you what is true or not." He smiled once more before swooping down onto Bryan and piercing his neck with his sharp fangs.