City of ember book review

The City of Ember, by Jeanne DuPrau, is about Lina Mayfleet and Doon Harrow, who try to escape the underground city of Ember. The city's main generator is failing, there is a shortage of everything, and the citizens are beginning to doubt they can survive much longer in the city. Meanwhile, Lina and Doon graduate from there school and randomly choosing their jobs the will serve for the next three years. Doon (with a little negotiating with Lina that involved trading) got Pipeworks labor (which is a lot like a plumier), while Lina got messenger. Doon thinks he can try to fix the generator, which is near the cities pluming and the reason why he traded with Lina. At home, Lina finds an old box with ancient fragments of an important piece of paper with important instructions. Teaming up with Doon, Lina tries to decode the paper, which was titled 'Instructions for Egres', which turns out to be instructions for a safe Egress, or exit. They go to the underground river that powers the generator, where they find boats, candles, and matches waiting for them. Together, they leave the city, and come up to our world above the soil, and begin a whole new life.

I think one of the main themes of the novel is 'if you want some thing done, then do it your self.' this theme is shown throughout the book, but you can really see this theme when Lina and Doon leave the city in the boat. It shows that they were ready to survive, even if the other people just sat around on their lazy behinds and just hoped for the best. People who are like that are never going to achieve their goals in life, unless, of course, their life goal is to be come a dependent, lazy, someone-else-should-do-it person. It's as simple as if you want water, go get a cup and fill it with water, then drink it.

I would recommend this book to people who like the stressful and hard-to out down kind of writing. Those kind of books come like the breeze, sometimes (or is that sneeze?). You never know how a book's tale will turn out until you read it. That is, unless you've read it all ready, or have heard a better review than this one. I would also recommend this book to those who've seen the movie. Thank you for reading.

Circulartory system, You're Fired

Dear CEO of Human Body Corporation:

Hello Ronald.
Congratulations on the promotion! Glad you made it up there with the big ones. By the way, I read the text you sent me, and I can't believe you are considering firing my System, The Circulatory System! I mean, come on, man, we go back ages and ages ago. You can't fire me. Remember third grade, when you wet your pants at the school play? Remember I stood up for you when everyone else was laughing at 'Pee-Pee Pants'? I mean, this is an outrage! It's a crime against cell-kind! I think that promotion weakened your memory, because I have a feeling you have forgotten what we do down at office 450,983, 574.0000001. I think it's time for me to refresh it for you. Let me remind you what we do down here: We bring you the diamond of life: oxygen, we bring you your workers food on little silver platters all dressed up in fancy garnish, and (since for anonymous reasons we couldn't afford pluming) we clean up the work area and get rid off that horrible intoxicating carbon dioxide. You listen to me, pal, you need a personal, serious reminder off what could happen if you fire us. Firing us is worse than Hitler coming to America to have British tea, then blowing us to nuclear smithereens, so you listen to what I have to tell you...

Let's start with the fact that we deliver you your precious, precious, diamonds-would-be-cheaper-than-this Oxygen, or O2. You and I both know that you are no idiot, I personally saw you get those straight A+'s in class year, after year, after year, after year, so I can rightfully say that you know as well as I do that our workers need O2 like you need at least a good cup of Jo that is equal to 12 cups of Decaff in the morning. Well, if I may have you recall, my men (and women) are working hard to deliver as much of the stuff as they can. Fire them, and no one will get any at all. In fact, they'd drop down dead at your feet within... oh, let's say, 5 seconds.
Remember what happened to Jimmy? I bet you do. He died within a matter of seconds because he refused to be a good cell and take his O2 because he was to busy. Horrible, right? Well, imagine everyone, EVERYONE, dieing like that on the job. That would cause, little by little, the systems, to crash, causing the strong support we promise other workers to crumble, causing the stock market to crash, which would put us in a great depression, and by that time we'd be up to our necks in unpayable debts. We don't want that to happen, right?

Just out of curiosity and completely off topic, are you hungry? What do you do when you want food? You ring the food service bell, right? Then some cute waitress comes in, takes your order, then in 15 seconds, she's back with your Big Mac, right? Well, without the Circulatory system watching your back it's bye bye to big, warm, buttery buns, juicy beef, mayo, mustard, ketchup , the crunchy pickle chips, and cold lettuce (I'm describing the burger if you're wondering). Along with delivering you O2, we deliver you your food. Mind you, we put a lot off work into bringing it to you on those little silver platters you like with the garnish. You convert that food into the key ingredient in making a sweet success (other than sugar): energy. Without energy, you are like a sack of mashed potatoes: soggy, moldy, disgusting, and useless. Also, we give the bone cells their calcium, so if we hit the pavement and get fired, this magnificent body that we try so hard to maintain would come crumbling down on our heads. You and the other cells would be rolling on the floor, starving, dieing, crying for us to come back, if you live that long. In other words, you absolutely can not live without food. So if you fire us, who's going to feed you?

It's time to talk dark
We know from 7th grade science class at the Cell Middle School that we cell can't use every thing we get 100%. We can use maybe 99% of what we get, but that little bothersome 1% always gets in the way. That little 1% is usually CO2, or Carbon Dioxide. Remember when we fed a guinea pig in that class some CO2? It shriveled up like a dead frog on a hot, humid summer day. We cells usually leave it where it is when we get it out of our organelles, which is usually on the floor. remember when Ricky stepped in some last week? We were lucky he was saved just in time. Well, my point is that we clean up those pesky little chemical wastes. Sure, it may be a dirty job, but if no one did it, the chemicals would pile up, it would tear into the tissue, mutate into a virus, or a new bacteria, and it would destroy this powerful civilization we have built. It would rip holes in our defenses, its chemicals seeping into other tissues. The intoxicated tissues would join forces and attack with its greatest weapons: diseases, a good lawyer, and Geico. Let us stay and we'll make sure that never happens, ever.

Firing me would mean the end of life a you know it, for life will plummet as if it were a bird shot from the air. Remember, we supply you with lovely oxygen, we serve you you food, and we fight the scum and wash the dirt and filth away. If this is over the fact I kicked your butt in poker last week, then go see a psychiatrist. You know me, Ronny, I never try to hard to gloat, it just comes out. Listen, if you want to fire some one, fire the janitor stationed on floor 625, he's been lying down on the job with some of my waitresses. I know the taxes are hard, your wife left you (not really any regret there), and now that you're forty your back hurts whenever you bend down, but I'm asking/telling you, do you really want to be some rotting, starving, half- dead zombie who's searching for a Ex-president George Bush fan club? Give me a text when you get this, okay?

Sincerely hoping you don't fire me but the Janitor instead,
Dr. Johnson Heartthrob
Representative of
the Circulatory System
(also a very good looking guy)

Jack, The Best Musician There Ever Was!

When I grow up, I Think I'd be a great musician. I've always enjoyed rock, folk, and other genres. One of my favorite things to do is to sing and play guitar for an every day hobby. I even had some experience at performing in front of an audience. I learn quickly, I love performing, and I'm really good at guitar. Therefore, I will be the best musician there ever was!

Learning has always come naturally to me. There was this one time I taught myself because Dad was to busy to teach me. I'm always trying to improve my work. Whenever I play, it's like I am in my habitat. Being able to learn quickly is the first step along the path to becoming a musician.

Also, performing is another thing I really enjoy. It's so exciting to get up in front of people and tell a joke, say a line or sing a song. When I'm performing, I feel like I am in my every day life, except in front of hundreds of people. I am to performing, what a comedian is to a joke. Being able to perform for the rest of my life would be awesome.

Playing the guitar takes a special talent. I gained a lot of experience at guitar from my Dad, though nowadays I teach myself. I learned a lot about the fingerings (or chords), single string songs (songs that only use one string at a time, or no chords), and strumming techniques. For example, I can play the Pink Panther using single strings, but I can also play King of the Road with chords, not even to mention the hundreds (or in reality possibly 30-50) songs I also can play. The time I spent practicing the guitar is sure to give me an advantage when it comes to being a musician.


The three most important ingredients required in order to become successful a musician are learning, performing, and playing the guitar, and I've got them all! I want to be the best musician ever (or at least the 2nd best, possibly 3rd) I'm never so happy as when I'm n the midst of my music. It's like my dad said "Son, you've gone beyond me (which is a good sign, mind you)." When I play the guitar, whether It's on my own or for my family, I feel like I am in my natural habitat, and that is why I will be the best musician there ever was!!!!!!!!

Among the Hidden Review

Among the Hidden review

"Among the Hidden", by Margaret Peterson-Haddix, is about a boy named Luke Grander, who is a "third" child that meets another third child by the name of Jean. Third children are illegal this era, so it's a really, really big deal to even communicate with people outside of his family to Luke. Jean is organizing a rally against the government,and wants Luke to be apart of it. Luke refuses, warning jean that she might be shot, but she does it any way. After being shot at the rally (duh, who didn't see that coming?), Jean's dad helped cover Luke's identity, so he can continue Jeans' work.

One of the main themes in this book is be careful when rebelling the government. You can see this theme when Luke found out Jean got killed at the rally. the government is powerful, and by powerful I mean willing to kill. To organize a rally that just marches up to a highly guarded place, such as the white house, unprotected is probably one of the best ways to get killed, for sure. I mean, it's like tickling the sleeping lion, if you anger him, he bits off your head. But if you are careful, government rebel can be effective.

I would recommend this book to people who love fights for freedom. I loved it because I'm one of those people that once they start reading a book, they're like in a trance, can't wake them up.I feel what the characters feel, unless they're doing something stupid. Then I either look away, or say, "what are they thinking?!?!!" or something along those lines. If any of these things apply to you, read on.

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