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The letter “D” has fallen
It made a happy face, happy to see you
It made a seat for children to swing on
It made a flap for a women’s apron
Frozen gelatin turned upside down
Upside down cake….. turned upside down!
The dewdrop of a leaf
after an April shower
Aw, poor circle
it’s missing its best friend
A fashion trend hat
popular in Russia
Turn that frown…… upside down!
The letter “D” has fallen

I’ve got things to do
I’ve got to babysit
Clean the dishes, clean the stove
And do homework of course
6p.m
Play with the kids
Turn to do dishes again?
Help with dinner if needed
Call mom
Call poppop
8p.m
Eat dinner
Maybe dishes again? Stove? Refrigerator?
Watch family movie, never sports
10p.m
Ready to take showers
Have to wait for kids
Clean China cabinet
Listen to god dad yell at kids
11p.m
God dad goes off to play hockey
Say goodbye
Channie and I watch old videos
Time to sleep
7a.m
Hello Saturday!

Did you ever have a time in your life where you saw something that you thought was stupid but everybody else thought was so cute? Yeah? Well, that’s exactly how I felt.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Christmas party with my family and everyone was having a good time. We were going from youngest to oldest to open the presents. I really wasn’t expecting anything that was going to make me jump out of my seat in surprise or anything, because my family doesn’t know what I like. When it came to my turn, instead of bouncing up to the present chair, I took my time and casually walked to the chair and sat down.
I opened the presents and said a very merry thank you to whoever gave it to me and when it came to the last present I was almost grateful that I could finally get up out of the chair. My sister passed me the last box. It was one big box, with red wrapping paper on it with a big gold bow. I read the card, and then ripped open the box.
Inside was a doll. A five year old size glass doll. My family members all gathered around and were amazed at the gift. They started talking about how awesome it was and how expensive it looked. I looked at it too.
The doll was scary. It wasn’t cute, it was scary.
It’s long brown curls looked stiff, its face was white as snow, with horrible make up on its cheeks, eyes, and lips. She was wearing a snow white outfit that looked nothing like the real outfit that she was wearing in the movie. And her fingers looked sharp enough for scratching and clawing.
Why did I get this doll?
I struggled to say thank you and then went home when the party was over.
The next day, I woke up find that doll sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. I had put it there last night so it wouldn’t take up space. I had a mission today. To get rid of it.
Making sure nobody was looking, I picked up the doll and walked downstairs to the kitchen. The trash can. Perfect. Acting like it was an accident, I causally dropped it in the can. Then I walked away.Twenty minutes later, after I finish watching T.V, I go in my room to find that the doll is sitting in the chair? But how? I ask my mom and she says that I should be more careful where I leave my stuff, the doll was found in the trashcan. Hadn’t she known I was trying to throw it away? It was a gift from her but I didn’t have the heart to tell her her gift was horrible.

I tried a new tactic. I brought it outside one day and when my mom called me in for dinner, I left it outside on the lawn, in hopes that somebody might come by and steal. When my sister came home later that day, I got up to say hello, but stopped in my tracks. She had the doll in her hand. She handed it to me and said that I should be more careful about where I leave my stuff, the doll could have been stolen. I lied and said thank you and went upstairs with the doll, angry. Why wouldn’t this doll just go away? I didn’t want the darn thing! But there was no way I was going to tell my mom it was a cruddy gift, that would make her upset. Then I thought of a new tactic.
When everyone went to sleep that night, I crept out of bed and walked to the window. I opened it and grabbed the doll from the chair it was sitting in.  I let it dangle in my arms out the window for a few seconds. Goodbye you ugly thing I said, and then I dropped it out the window.
I dropped it right on my neighbor.
The following morning, my mom sat me down and apologized to the neighbor about the doll hitting him in the head, when he left, she turned to me. I knew I was in trouble. It shown all over my face. My mom asked me why the doll outside. I sighed deeply and told her that I had dropped the doll out the window. When she asked why, I finally told her the truth and said that I was trying to get rid of it. My mom looked at me for a long time and then to my astonishment, she laughed. I gawked at her. Why was she laughing? This wasn’t a laughing matter. When she calmed down, she finally told me why. She said that I should’ve said something earlier. If I really didn’t like the doll, I should’ve just told her and she would’ve brought me a new one. The one I had wasn’t even the one I was supposed to have, but she said that since it looked like I loved it so much, she didn’t say anything. She laughed again when she finished and I couldn’t help but join in. I told myself that next time, telling the truth may not be such a bad idea.

Dear Diary (entry 1),

Today was absolutely, positively fun. I only wish that my brother could’ve played with me but he was too busy studying whatever he was studying. After promising my mom that I wouldn’t venture far from the house, I put on my sneakers and ran outside to play with my friends. We played tag, but in the middle of it I got mad because my friend cheated. She was hiding behind a bush and hiding in the game of tag was against the rules. I didn’t want to have to go home early because they were arguing over whether the game was tag or hide and seek tag, so I suggested that we play hop scotch instead.

Playing hopscotch was not a good idea after all, in fact, I think that hopscotch was probably one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made. Not only did it start another argument but then I ended up hurting myself when I tried to stand on one foot while bending down to pick up the pebble. I scraped my knee. Badly. I didn’t want to play anymore, so my friends and I went to go listen to Moshe the Beadle tell his stories. I always liked listening to his stories. Plus, he was a nice, humble person so it’s not like he was a bother to anyone else really. Besides, some of his stories always made me wonder what happened next after he would finishes them. They were some tricky stories that he told. Although I have to admit, the story he told today put me to sleep more than excite me to figure out what happened next. Oh well, it was only one bad story right?

When I got home later that evening, I wanted to tell Eliezer all about my day. But yet again, he was studying. You’d think that guy would take a break every now and then. But he had to listen to it in the end, seeing as I told how my day went when we were all at dinner later tat night. My mom wasn’t thrilled to hear that I scraped my knee, but my dad was happy to hear that I didn’t cry. After all, my father always tells Eliezer, my older sister and I to be strong, no matter what happens. I will always be strong.

Dear Diary (Entry 2),

My mom told me I couldn’t go outside to play today because of that stupid knee incident. So I stayed inside and played with my dolls. It was pretty boring, playing all by myself, and when I asked my sister if she could play with me, she said she was too old to play such childish games as dolls. I couldn’t ask Eliezer either, because he wasn’t even home. Mommy was cooking and daddy wasn’t home either. So basically I was all by myself, with nothing to do.

Later that evening, Eliezer came home from wherever he was. He looked kind of down, and he didn’t say anything as he went to his room and closed the door. I followed him. I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn’t answer me at first. After threatening to tell mommy that he had his door closed in the house, he finally put his head up and looked at me. Yeah, he really looked blue, and not the good kind either. He told me that Moshe the Beadle wasn’t in town today, and he had heard from a lot of people that he wasn’t coming back. It appears as though some people came and took him away along with some other people in our village.

I was shocked honestly. I mean, I liked Moshe. I didn’t want him to be gone forever, I wanted to listen to more of his stories. When I tried to bring it up at the dinner table, my father told me to be quiet, that it wasn’t something to discuss at the dinner table. Well, neither was scraping my knee appropriate either but I know better than to actually say what I thought out loud. I’d get into huge trouble if I disrespected my father. So that was a big no no. But I was curious. Apparently, so was Eliezer, for he left every morning after that and didn’t come back until later on in the day when it was dinner time.

In the meantime, I just slowly began to forget about Moshe. There’s plenty of storytellers out there in the world, and I’m pretty sure someone would have the effect on me that Moshe’s stories had. I’m sure of it. But it wasn’t only Moshe not returning that stumped me.I mean, I know I’m too young to be concerned about it, but what happened to the other people who left when Moshe did? Were they not coming back as well?

Dear Diary (entry 3)

I’m very happy today. Moshe the Beadle has come back. But as I saw him while I was playing around in the town, I noticed something different about him. When I asked my father what was wrong with him, my father told me that Moshe was trying to grab attention by trying to make people believe that something bad had happened on his journey and that he is one of the only survivors. When I asked what kind of things he was referring to, my father only shooed me away until dinner was ready. It didn’t bother me much about what Moshe was actually talking about, but it did bother me to a point where even I decided not to listen to his stories anymore. His stories now only told of bad things, like people being pushed into graves and babies being flung into the air and shot like rocks. It didn’t bring that excited feeling that I felt when I had last listened to his stories. I didn’t listen to his stories anymore.

Days passed by and soon we found ourselves being occupied by Germans. These people were believed to be cruel and vicious, but if you ask me, they’re really sweet. It’s not like they bothered us or anything, they just walked around us, and stayed in our houses. Big whoop. It was just like having a sleepover, except with adults. It was pretty fun if you ask me. One German even took me to the park when my mother and father weren’t around to take me. I don’t see what Moshe the Beadle was all whiny about, these people were nice. They were helpful too, I even recall my brother Eliezer not having a problem with the Germans either. I mean, of course there were still some of those crazy people that actually believed Moshe’s stories. But they were always hushed away from us. I recall my mother stating “We don’t need those people trying to drag us down with their ridiculous beliefs.”

Even though the Germans never bothered us, there were some things that changed if you were Jewish like me. For example, we couldn’t be outside pass a certain hour. Also, we couldn’t go into certain stores anymore, and we had to wear these stupid patches on our arms that had the star of David on it. I didn’t mind really, I mean all I wanted to do was play, I never stay out late anyway so I saw the whole curfew thing as just another bedtime for me. I thought everything was going fine.

Dear Diary (entry 4)

My mother and father told me that we were moving to a place called the Warsaw ghetto. Now see, usually when I hear anything about us moving somewhere, I have a temper tantrum because I don’t want to leave this house. I loved this house, I don’t want to abandon it, at least not yet. But according to my father, we had no choice. So I just sucked up my anger and began to pack. On the day when we moved, I could feel myself slightly wondering why we were all moving in the first place. And it was only the Jewish people moving. Why did we have to move? Well, I’m more worried about why I had to move. When we arrived at the ghetto, I wasn’t really happy with the look of it. It didn’t feel like home at all. But the people around me seemed to have no problem, even my family. I got over it quickly and decided that I’m just going to have to make the best of it.

A few days into the ghetto and life was back to normal. I for one was starting to enjoy myself. I mean, sure we were sort of separated from the rest of the country by a big big wall, and we still had to wear those stupid stars but other than that, everything acted as if nothing had ever changed. But even though, I didn’t say anything out loud, I had a bad feeling about what was going on with putting us in the ghetto. You know how when you look at something, and sometimes, it automatically gives off a bad vibe? Yeah? Well that’s I felt about the Warsaw ghetto.

I also noticed something else. The Germans were no longer staying with people anymore. They actually left us as a whole to ourselves. Now see, people around me have no problem with this, because they saw it as a place to finally be alone in a place where everyone is alike. But if you ask me, that doesn’t sound like paradise at all. That actually sounds kind of creepy. I didn’t want to bring up my vibe about this place even if I had the chance. Everybody was having fun being in here and there weren’t many crimes that were committed lately. Basically, if I say something, then it’ll probably be considered a sin now because of all the good ‘fortune’ that this place is bringing us. But it that was so true, then how come my vibe is not leaving?

Dear Diary (entry 5)

My vibe about the Warsaw ghetto was right after all. My father came home late today and told the whole town that we had to move to the smaller part of the ghetto. The smaller part? But there’s a lot of us, plus the people who already live in the smaller side of the ghetto. How did they expect us all to fit in there? My mother and father were sad to leave the big part of it. I have to admit, I was a little disappointed myself, just when I was starting to like the place, here we go moving again. I really am starting to hate this whole moving thing.

Things didn’t go back to normal while we were in the smaller part of the ghetto. First off, people who had lived in the houses we were now living in had gone and left most of their belongings back here. I found some usage of some dolls I found in a toy chest but I wasn’t really having that much fun. My family was no better either. Eliezer kept to himself most of the time and my mother cooked all day while my father still worked. They didn’t look as happy as they did when we were in the bigger part of the ghetto. I felt bad, because somehow I thought that this was my fault because I had been the one who had a bad vibe about the bigger part in the first place. When I finally confronted this belief with my mother one night, she just waved me away saying that I’m just being too hard on myself. Maybe I was, but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?

We didn’t stay in the ghetto long. Soon, my father told us to pack only some of our things and that we were now being shipped to a different part of the country by cattle wagons. Cattle wagons? Why couldn’t we use cars? Or regular trains? Why cattle wagons? It sounded like we were animals about to be shipped off to the zoo, and I am not an animal. When the day finally came for us to leave, the soldiers that had patrolled us through the whole thing gave roll call, and then we just sat there in the dry air, waiting for the wagons to come. I tried to ask an officer why we were being shipped away and where were we going, but my brother grabbed me before I could get within earshot of the officer. He told me to stay away from them, and just be quiet. So I did. I sat there on the ground, and kept silent like Eliezer said. I sat there like the rest of them. Waiting for those stupid wagons. Waiting and waiting and waiting. Just waiting.

Dear Diary (entry 6)

I am so happy to be out of those wagons! Although I’m not too thrilled about the place we’re in. I heard some people say that we were in a place called Birkenau. It sounds kind of cool actually. I hope this is the last time we move or else I’m going to really throw a temper tantrum. Inside that cattle wagon was mayhem! People wouldn’t stop shouting and occasionally I could hear a woman from another cart shouting something about a fire. Stupid people, when would they shut up?! Don’t they know that shouting doesn’t make anything better? I’m pretty sure we are all aware by now that yes, it’s too many people in here, yes, it’s hot, and yes, we’re all hungry, but for G-d sakes, please just shut up and deal with it! The commotion was so loud that at some point I covered my ears because it was so loud. That’s why I was so grateful when we finally got off those things. If I never have to suffer like that again it’s too soon! But there’s was also another reason why I wanted to get off the cattle wagons. People were dying in there! Even a man next to me died within a matter of hours because he was too weak to stand that long. Dead people scare me, and I put my face in my mother’s dress to hide from the faces of the dead.

When everybody, alive that us, finally got off all the wagons, an officer gave a loud and clear order.
“Men to the left! Women to the right!”
Nobody said anything or objected to the order. We just did what we were told. I went to the right with my mother and held on tightly to her dress. I didn’t want to be separated from her so I held on as tight as possibly. My mother found a spot for us and we stood there. As less people got in my way, I spotted my father and Eliezer on the other side. Were we about to square dance or something? This lineup looked exactly like the kind of lineup people have before they start square dancing. I was kind of hoping that I would dance with my brother, seeing as he was a pretty good dancer even though he never practiced.

We were told to line up in fives this time and then tell another man wearing a soldier suit our age. He was going to tell us in return to either go to the left or to the right. This was starting to get annoying now. I’m tired of standing in lines. I began to ask my mother about this whole thing, but before I could even get a full word out, my mother placed her had across my mouth. I looked up at her and she put her finger to her lips, signaling me to be quiet. I kept quiet. When it was our turn, we told the man our ages. The man waved us to the right and that’s where we went. We stood there for a few minutes while they did everybody else. I saw my brother and father go to the left. Why were they going over there? I wanted them to come over here with us so we could be together. I didn’t say anything though. I just stood there and watched them walk to the left. As I stood there, after a while I began hearing voices coming from my side and the other side across from us. People started crying, and some people just shook their heads like they knew something was coming. Other just sat there, looking what my brother would call petrified. What was everyone whispering about? I didn’t dare ask my mother, afraid that she too would break down in tears or something if I asked what everyone was talking about.

I figured it out on my own soon enough. But I didn’t quite get everything, only bits and pieces. I heard something about us going to something called the gas chambers and the crematory too. Gas chambers? Why are we going to a place called the gas chambers? Was father and Eliezer coming too? What are those?

Cherval R.

5-6

12/14/10

Night

What can we expect?
It’s war
We were on our way
The way out was cut off

Walking away from my mother and sister
Forever without my knowing
My father who grew more ill each day
A new invalid in his bed the next
No prayers for his grave
And I did not weep

But never shall I forget those moments
Which murdered my G-d
Whose powers I thought weren’t absolute justice
And my soul
And my dreams that turned to dust

How much longer were our lives to be dragged out
from one ‘last night’ to another?
All limits had been passed
No one had any strength left
And again the night would be long

Never shall I forget that night
The night that turned my life into one long night
Seven times cursed and seven times healed

1. I think the Germans chose to hang a few of the prisoners in public at a time because that way they could prove to the Jews that even they shouldn’t think too highly of themselves just because they weren’t going to the gas chambers. They wanted to show them that if they screwed up badly or couldn’t keep up with the others, then they would be killed one way or the other. They wanted to use those hangings as an example to the others that ‘justice’ will be done for their actions.

2. At the beginning of the book, Eliezer was very attached to his father.  He stayed that way throughout most of the story. This was proved through the time when they were about to be separated but Eliezer caused a ruckus because he didn’t want to be without his father during the selection. The riot caused him and his father to stay together. Also, when they were in the carts. The men were about to throw his dad out when they thought he was dead. Eliezer knew his father was stronger than that and that he was alive. He was able to prove this by waking up his father at the last moment. But his relationship with his dad began to change as his father grew sicker. It even came down to the point where he started to agree with the officers on how he should just be fighting for himself because they knew his father wasn’t  going to make it out of here alive.  Eliezer began to think that he should be having his father’s ration of bread and soup. And soon, when Eliezer guessed that they took his father away to the crematory, he wasn’t as devastated as he thought he would be, because he couldn’t cry. He told himself that he had did the same thing that the other boy had did to his father. Abandon him.

3. Eliezer’s father giving him the knife and spoon was a significant act because I think that somehow, his father knew that he himself wasn’t going to make it out of this place alive and so he wanted Eliezer to remember him by something other than memories. When he said ‘”the inheritance”, I think he meant that it was passed down for generations and that it was Eliezer’s turn to have it.

4.  Eliezer’s experience at Auschwitz affected his faith greatly. At the beginning he was so sure of himself and that he believed in G-d, but as the story unfolded, he began to see that there was no G-d that was going to save him or his father or anybody else at that dark hour. He thought that G-d was purposely letting them stay there to die, so he found it really odd to the fact that others still had their fate in Him. He himself decided that their was no G-d to come and save them after all he had witnessed. The cruelty, the deaths, the orders, everything led him to the point where he no longer believed that He was going to save them at all.

5. The German workman starts a “stampede” in the cattle wagon because he threw a piece of bread into the cattle. Based on his actions, it is clear to me that he is of two personalities. Either one, he really felt bad for them and wanted to share some bread with them, which is not the likely personality to have at the time, or he just wanted to see them run around and kill each other for a tiny piece of bread. This action suggests that the prisoners really had lost all their self control to the point where they were killing each other for a piece of bread. It showed that most of them had finally cracked and were only fighting for themselves. They had forgotten who they were and turned into animals. It also shows that they were willing to kill to eat.

6. The conflict arising with Elie regarding his father is whether he was right to believe his father that he should always be strong when his father had broken into tears already. Also, he began to think that his father was becoming delusional because he kept thinking things that weren’t happening to him. To me, it seems as though Elie began to question himself if whether he should keep trying to protect his father.

7. On January 28th, 1945, Elie’s father was beaten in the hospital bed. He was crying out to his son while the officer gave deadly blows to the head. That night, they took his father away. At this point, Elie was emotionally still. He didn’t feel anything, all he did was picture his father’s face when it was bloodstained and his skull shattered. I’m not sure if her felt anything at that moment when his father was begging him and he wasn’t trying to support him or help him. He just let the officer beat him. It was kind of like his father’s pre death except he was still alive.

8. I personally think that when he said that he the look in his eyes never left his, I think he means that he sees his father when he looks in the mirror. The look on his father’s face when he was calling out to him had made an effect on him greatly and when he looks in the mirror, he sees his father’s deadpan face. Although, it could also mean that he sees himself as he was when he was inside the concentration camps and how he developed as a person after losing everyone he loved.

9. He kept us from responding the way they responded to Moshe the Beadle’s stories by actually telling us what he felt at the time, and also pointing out the Moshe was right from the beginning and that they should’ve believed him when he told them to run away. He expressed in very direct detail what it was like for him and he didn’t make it sound like we were supposed to pity him, but to look at him as a stronger person and being a survivor for being able to hold out long enough for the war to end. He was very successful with this because I didn’t pity him at all. In fact, every time he made an improvement with himself or didn’t crack to the point of madness, I was cheering him on. I was congratulating him and his father (for a while) for being able tot stick together throughout most of the story. Even though I was really mad that Elie didn’t think about his father after he died, I was still proud of him for being able to go on without his father. It took a lot of courage and self independence to do that.

10. I think the meaning of the title “Night” is basically how the author’s explains his experience in the camps. One long night. One long night of torture. One long night of pain. One long night of suffering. Just one long night. I can’t really give this book another title because I wouldn’t be able to think up another one that fits with exactly what the book was about and what it was trying to point out to the readers. The title suits it perfectly, I wouldn’t even think about renaming it.

Cherval R.
5-6
January Book
“Best Foot Forward”
By: Joan Bauer

I think the author’s purpose in writing this book was to teach people how even when the going gets tough, you just ‘put your best foot forward’ and deal with it head on or try to find a way to solve parts of it so that it makes a better life for you.

I think the audience intended for this book was for people who are going through some hard times but at the same time have a little outlet that they have to remain in self control, also for people who like it with just a touch of romance in it.

On a scale of 1-10, I give this book a four.

I give this book a four because for a reader like me, I didn’t find the book to be interesting like the summary made it sound like. The summary made it sound like it was a romance and I like reading romance novels. But this book barely went past the surface of her live life. I don’t like reading books that are based around the people’s business and where they work or how their work is crumbling. I like reading stories about teen romance and mystical things and books that have a good sense of humor and imagination. This book really didn’t do anything for me except make me tired. I still read the whole thing though because it would be rude to start it and then stop reading it in the middle because the book isn’t suiting my expectations. I took the book, so I’m going to read it all the way through.

Cherval R.

5-6

11/28/10

Pages 4-5

As I was reading these passages, I soon came to the conclusion that on a blind statement, the Jews really set themselves up for what was coming to them. They didn’t take Moshe the Beadle seriously when he was trying to warm them about the Nazi soldiers coming, so I sort of think they set themselves up for that. What I didn’t like was the fact that almost everybody loved Moshe the Beadle but when it came the time to actually take his words seriously, nobody believed him. If you ask me, I would’ve took him for his word and leave. But of course that’s just my opinion.

A lot of different paragraphs

I can’t exactly name all the paragraphs where I have spotted this happen but every time I read it, it didn’t make me happy.  In these passages, Eliezer was constantly beginning to believe that there was no G-d to believe in because He wasn’t doing anything to help the Jews. I understand that what he was going through was very rough on him, but at the same time, that gives no right for you to stop believing in G-d. I mean, he went back forth with this, saying things like “G-d? What G-d? Where is the Lord when we really need him?”, and then he would say “Oh, thank you Lord, for you have blessed me” and “Please help me my Lord, G-d please help me”. It was really starting to get to me. You can’t switch back and forth as to whether you believe in G-d or not? Although I must say, I did appreciate him worshiping the Lord again after a while. It was nice to read.

Page 81, paragraph 4

“I was putting one foot in front of the other mechanically. I was dragging with me this skeletal body which weighed so much. If only I could have got rid of it! In spite of my efforts not to think about it, I could feel myself as two entities- my body and me. I hated it.”

Now this passage really made me think a lot. How can it be possible that he saw himself as just him and not his body. I really pondered what he meant by himself being two entities. His body and him. At the time, I was thinking things like “That’s weird, how can he think that?” and “What does he mean by that?”. But then it reminded me of a similar reading. Where the runner was saying how herself as a human wasn’t running away from her house, but she was trying to run away from herself as she appeared. In other words, her body is what she would mean literally. Although I am still a little baffled at how he described himself when he was marching or running or whatever they were doing. Really baffled.

Cherval R.

5-6

11/27/10

Page 27, paragraph 1

“And I did not know that in that place at that moment, I was parting with my mother and Tzipora forever”.

This passage really stood out to me because at the time, I felt so bad because he didn’t realize that he was parting with his mother and sister forever. I realize it must have been extremely hard to write that part because that was the last memory he had of his family besides his dad. I know it was difficult to not only write but also face the conclusion and realization that once again, he never saw them again.

Page 106, paragraph 1

“In my father’s place lay another invalid. They must’ve taken him to the crematory……. I no longer thought of my father or mother”.

These few sentences made an impact on me because I couldn’t believe he forgot about his father in a matter of days. After all he went through to make sure that he could stay by his father’s side, you would think that a tear would at least come to his eyes. I really can’t believe he forgot about his father that way. Although at the same time I can’t be mad at him because around that time, his tears just wouldn’t come out, and he was becoming stronger so I’m happy that he at least explained himself for not thinking about his mother or father again.

Pages 104-105

I wasn’t pleased with the scene that were happening in this part of the book. Not at all. The way his father was acting was making me angry. Like the boy, I thought he was going delusional too. He was acting like a baby. His father always told him to be strong, but yet he sat there and whined like a baby every time Eliezer came in there. What also made me mad was that Eliezer was agreeing to what the head of the block was saying about his father and only felt guilty for a fraction of a second. Especially after all he went through to make sure that he wouldn’t lose his father. It was so wrong.

Cherval R.

5-6

November

“The Mosts”

By: Melissa Senate

I think the author’s purpose in writing this book was so people could understand that being popular is not always the best choice when finding who your real friends are in the end.

I think the intended audience for this book was for people who are either getting into high school or who are already in high school that are too worried about being popular. This books shows that sometimes, being popular isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

On a scale of one to ten, I would give this book a 7 because it really wasn’t that great for me.

I gave the book a seven because as stated above, it wasn’t really that great for me. I think the whole problem with her boyfriend moving away had too much involvement with her actions and how she explained herself as a person. I also didn’t like how they made her so called “friends” because they seemed too shallow for me and they didn’t exactly embrace why each of them acted the way they acted throughout the whole story. I also didn’t like the pageant ending because I think that the ending would’ve  had a even more major outcome if the geek would’ve won first place. I’m sorry but the book was too safe. Kind of like “The Clique” movie.