The City of Ember Book Review

The Plot

The city of Ember is falling apart. It is old, and running out of supplies. There is even a rumour that there is a shortage of lightbulbs!

The builders who made this put in an exit, but the instructions are missing, and Lina and Doon must find them, and work out how to get out of Ember. When Lina’s baby sister finds them and accidently mistakes the important documents for a nice snack, and now everything is ripped and in tattered.

Will they find a way out of Ember now?

My likes and dislikes 

I quite liked this book, although it was a short read – 270 pages. It is an AR Book, so I recommend reading this as it is an entertaining story. The mayor is set as the villain – he is stealing all the remains of the food and keeping it for himself! Greedy! Especially as he’s meant to be looking after the other people.

My thoughts

I would recommend this book to 9-11 year olds who enjoy reading adventure books. I rate this…


Book Review – Itch

The Plot

Itch is just a normal boy. Loves science, has a sister and a tomboy cousin. Makes explosions in the house quite a lot. His dad stays away on an oil rig as a job, and his stressed mum is an accountant, and always comes home very late, so it’s just basically Itch and his sister Chloe in the house.

They have recently moved in from London to Cornwall, and he’s stopped trying to make friends, but suddenly at the beach he is given a strange and unusual rock from an element seller called Cake, and his whole world changes. (The book itself is much more exciting than this – it has barely begun. By the way, he also poisons his class with arsine gas leaking from some arsenic wallpaper.)

What I liked about it

The book was very fast paced once the action had begun, and it made me wanting to read so much more. It gave great description on the parts that needed it, (Emily argued it didn’t, but a field is a field, and doesn’t need any description, does it?)

What I didn’t like about it

I think it needed more ways to hook you in. In the first few pages, he did nearly blow up his house, but then I almost lost interest after the arsenic poisoning.

What I thought about it

I, overall, quite liked this book. There was lots of action and adventure, and it often left you guessing what would happen next, unlike some other books I’ve read. It’s genre is adventure, and maybe a little mystery. I would rate it 4 1/2 stars.

The Long, Lost Treasure

“What do you think the treasure is?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s a hoard of jewels!”
“Emeralds, sapphires, aquamarines and rubies would be my favourite gift!”
“A ring of perfect pearls…”

As the desert sun baked the cracked, dry earth the two companions skipped excitedly through the sand, they sipped their first drops of water from their leather flasks. The sun showed no mercy, and beat down relentlessly but nevertheless, the two children continued on.

They belonged to a desert clan, who had learnt the ways of how to survive in the desolate place. Not to drink too much water, that was the trick. It would only make you thirstier, and thirstier, and thirstier. There were also three strict rules in the village, and here they are:

1.Never stray from the village.

2.Never waste the water.

3.And never, ever try to find the mysterious long lost treasure that nobody has seen but everyone wants to have.

Well, when everyone was small, they were never told the third rule, as all the adults of the village knew there children would be gripped by the idea, and the next morning they would find beds empty, food and drink missing and footprints leading to the west. You see, the place of the treasure was hidden in a mysterious riddle, which went like this:

When you walk west in the sun-baked land,
Fear for your life when the water turns to sand.

When you reach the seat of the sun,
A tower of sand will be spun.

When you drink from the valley of the snake,
Hope it’s a dream that you shall shall wake.

When you have no friends left to call,
Maybe be you shouldn’t have left, after all.

Well, one day, Ali and Tom heard the riddle. They were both very young children, and so they were gripped by the idea that they could own a precious treasure. And so, the next morning, their beds were empty, food and drink were missing and there were footprints leading to the west…

By now, Ali and Tom had been walking for hours in the blistering heat. 10 flasks of water hung at their sides, and it weighed them down on every step they took. Their parchment containing the riddle was safely rolled up and had been fitted under Tom’s belt. He was the more organised one, after all.

Ali was complaining. “Why do we have to be in the desert?”she muttered, kicking at the sand piling up at her feet.
“Well, that’s hardly my fault, is it?” Tom spat at the ground, watching his saliva soak into the earth. And he immediately regretted it. The moisture had been in his mouth for the past 30 minutes, and it soothed him. Now, his mouth was as dry as the sand. In fact, it was hard to believe it actually was the sand, lying at the back of his throat. He reached for his one of his 5 flasks of water. Tom pulled out the cork, sat the leather to his lips and was about to take a giant gulp when he decided better of it.

When you walk west in the sun-baked land,
Fear for your life when the water turns to sand.

That was the first verse. At the time, it made no sense to him. How did water turn to sand? But maybe it was hidden in its meaning. Maybe it didn’t mean what it said. Maybe it meant that he’d lose his water! That was a frightening thought. All forms of life needed water: plants did, cattle did, and most importantly, they did. So Tom just took a little sip, and slung it back under his belt.

An hour later, the sun was higher than ever, and the unquenchable thirst had developed. 2 flasks were already lying in the sand, meters behind them; one was Ali’s, one was Tom’s.

Soon the heat was unbearable, and the pair finally understood they tended to stay in the shade at noon, back at the village. Their flasks were still by their sides though, so they were safe. Ali was about to take a drink, but to her horror, the water had all evaporated. only a few small drops clung to the sides of the leather, and in the light of the sun, it looked just like the sand on the desert floor.
“Tom! Look!”She thrust her flask at Tom, and he saw her empty flask. Tom gasped. He quickly checked his own flasks, and he almost cried in despair when he saw that they were the same.

“What shall we do?” Ali moaned. Night had fallen and they had set up a makeshift tent and got a fire going with whatever they could find. It was the month of December, and the air had turned cold an hour ago, at dusk.
“How should I know?” Tom grumbled. “There isn’t enough time to head back, and which way is it back to the village?” Ali turned round. There wasn’t anything in sight. Except… maybe, or was it her imagination? A tiny dot sat on the eastern horizon, far far away. It was underneath Gemini, by the star Procyon in Canis Minor.
“Tom! Look, there. Am I imagining it?” Ali’s voice cracked – it was parched ever since their water ran out. Tom squinted.
“Hmm…” Tom stopped stoking the fire. “Maybe… Let’s head there at first light.” For the first time since their water ran out, Tom smiled. They had a reason not to give up, and it gave him determination. Looking at Ali’s face, too, gave him courage. He wasn’t in this alone.

Back at the village, an aura of panic had settled among the people. Ali and Tom were the cleverest among the children, and had been the most useful. Alice, Tom’s mother, wore a black hood all the time, and wept at the merest mention of her son’s name. Ali’s father had suffered even worse, though. He wouldn’t leave the house, and he refused to leave his room. People spying through the windows had tries to help him, but he wouldn’t talk back to them. Doctors had said he was positively ill, but they could do nothing to help. It was almost as if his soul had been dragged out of him, searching for his lost daughter on the baked sands. In his family, the women had always achieved something to be proud of. There was a leather book, full with the recounts of their achievements written in their own hand. Ali’s great-great-grandmother (Barbara) had been sold into slavery, and with her help she rescued and escaped with 900 other people. Her daughter (Hannah), had led the rebels to the desert, and dug a well with fresh water. She built houses, and she rescued them from a terrible fate of being captured, as no-one would venture into the desert unless they had to. She gave birth to a total of 6 children, 5 boys and a single girl (Anne), at a time of disarray. Hannah died in childbirth, and the people were then fighting for power. However, Anne made peace between the opposing sides and united the clan. She told them what they could achieve together and what they couldn’t while they were in disarray. Sadly, she only gave birth to a boy, Ali’s father, so the clan was wondering if there as going to be any more feats from the family.

It was morning in the desert. Ali rubbed sand from her eyes that had gathered in the night and yawned wearily, only to spit out a glob of sand. It was still cool, and the wind was gently nudging her fair hair. Ali got up and rolled up her blanket, put on her thick-soled shoes and went to wake Tom. However, the boy was already awake. Ali helped him pack up their things and soon they were journeying through the desert again.

Ali munched on a bit of bread. “So, what do you think that dot was?” She offered her loaf to Tom.
“Maybe it was our village,” Tom didn’t hesitate in taking a piece of the loaf. “I miss my mother.”
Ali was shocked. Not at Tom’s statement, but it was because she hadn’t spared a thought about her father. “I miss my father too.” She quietly whispered into Tom’s ear. “Do you want to know that I hadn’t thought about my parents until – until now?” Ali asked, trudging forward slowly.
Tom didn’t. He shook his head. “How could you not?”
“I don’t know. ” Maybe it’s the warrior blood inside me, she thought. Supposedly her other side of her family were fearsome warriors, originating from Spain. They had been soldiers, loyal to the king, and would do anything – even killing their own family.

The dot was now closer. Much closer. It took the form of an obelisk, the Egyptian symbol for a ray of sun, frozen in stone, preserved in all eternity. Many images were carved into the stone – hieroglyphics – and there were many symbols – not all of them recognizable – but symbols all the same.

Hieroglyphic Symbol for an obelisk  Hieroglyphic Symbol for a man worshipping a god Hieroglyphic Symbol for the Eye of Horus  Hieroglyphic Symbol for the Heq Scepter (Crook) Hieroglyphic Symbol for the round Shen Ring or Shenu  Hieroglyphic Symbol for the Djed   Hieroglyphic Symbol for the Hare Symbol of the Ankh Hieroglyphic Symbol for the Feather of Maat Hieroglyphic Symbol for the Sphinx

The column of words were written in the early Ptolemic era. (Of course, they didn’t know that. I doubt anyone would’ve.) With the sun behind it, it looked a blazing gold. They sat down at the at the foot of the tower, and they stared forlornly at the ground.
“We came all this way, only to find out its an obelisk?” Ali kicked the sand in disgust.”Who in their right mind would build such a thing in the middle of nowhere?” Ali ranted and raved at the foot of the obelisk, but soon she tired and lay panting in the noon sun. Then she noticed something looked ver odd – the obelisk seemed to have a small golden aura.
“Ali, look!” Tom gasped. He had noticed it too.
“I know,” she murmered, “it’s glowing!”
Now the glow was more distinctive, and was it her imagination, but… was the sun sitting on top of the spire? Ali blinked. Her eyes watered when looking straight up, but it was still telling her the same message.
“Oh no!” Tom had his mouth hanging open.

Book Review: The Girl of Ink & Stars

The Girl of Ink & Stars by Kiran Millwood Hargrave

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The Plot

Isabella Roisse lives on the Island of Joya. Her father is a cartographer, and she has been taught how to use inks and the way of the stars.But one day, her friend Cata was killed. Out picking dragon fruit, she was mysteriously found dead. When Isabella blames her friend Lupe, daughter of the cruel Governor, Lupe is driven by shame to find who killed Cata. She ventures into the Forgotten Territories, and meanwhile, an ancient fiery myth is waking…

What I liked about it

I quite liked this book as it left me guessing in quite a few places. It was a adventure story, and had a bit of mystery, and these genres are my favourite.The story is very well thought out, and it is hard to find any questions to ask about the book. I would recommend this book to 10 – 11 year old children, as well as any adults who like reading children’s books. My rating for it is 5 out of 5 stars.

How I found this book

My teacher, Miss Farley, runs a book club for Years 5 and 6. Every year she starts off by recommending a book, and then we start recommending our own. Well, Miss Farley recommended this book, and I really enjoyed it. Maybe your school could start a book club, if they haven’t already!

The Very Annoyed Librarian

He sighed. The sunlight streamed in, and the cries of happy children echoed below from the playground. Once, the library was full of people, and not many books were often left on the shelves. Now though, no-one ever came. The building stayed empty.

He used to like this job. People confused, asking for help; it made him feel useful. But now, there was no noise in the building – what had happened to everyone?

His employers didn’t allow him to retire, either. No-one could take his place. So every Wednesday afternoon, he would be stuck for hours looking forlornly at the many shelves of books.

People never bothered to return there books, either. He sent emails, letters, sometimes had to run to their front door to make them bring the book back. And there were the matter of the fines, as well. People refused to pay them, and did everything they could to avoid it.

Now, what do you think this actually means?



Thank you!

The Trials of Apollo

The Trials of Apollo by Rick Riordan

This story is about the third time Apollo, one of the 12 Olympians from Greek mythology, has been cast down in the modern times. If you read the Percy Jackson series, and the Blood of Olympus series, you’d know that the Greek gods are still in existence, and are currently in America.

This book is about Apollo’s punishment, and his trials to become one of the immortals again. He is bound to a wild demigod called Meg McCaffrey, who is a daughter of Demeter. They need to get to Camp Half-Blood, which is a camp for half-bloods (children of gods). It is heavily hidden, and is run by Dionysus, as his punishment for chases after a nymph, and Chiron, the centaur which taught most of the famous heroes – Jason and Achilles, for example.

The pair run to Percy Jackson to help, and then they noticed that they are being followed by glowing blobs… clearly some evil monster from Greek mythology…

Here is a picture of the copy I read.

I liked this book overall as it was an adventure genre and I like adventure. I also like reading long, detailed books and Rick Riordan’s many series are all fantastic. Magnus ChaseThe Kane Chronicles, I just simply devour the stories. This is one of my favourite books.

I would recommend this to anyone who has enjoyed his books, or anyone who likes adventure and is around 10 years old. I give it 4 and a half stars out of 5.

My Goals

My goal for this week is to get onto Outstanding Behavior. My goal for this month is to encourage people to come to the library more often and my goal for this year is to have all of my posts published! I will achieve these by working hard and helping out, recommending books to read that you can find on the shelves, and to keep editing and proofreading all my posts so they are the best they can be when the world gets to see them. Ms Farley, has anyone been on Outstanding Behavior in previous classes? And here I would like to give a big shout out to Jenny, for being the first person I’ve ever seen come to the library. If Ms Farley allows it, I would like to give her 5 team points.

The Silencer – Prologue


A screech filled the bat-filled cave. The animals bared their tiny fangs, and hissed in outrage as a cloaked figure entered. Her footsteps echoed, and the cloak draped the floor. She smiled to herself. Suddenly, the room went quiet. There was not a hiss, or a screech; there weren’t any sounds at all. The woman cackled and laughed evilly, her smile hidden from view and her voice echoed for miles round. It would be in the newspapers in fact – why a part of the jungle had gone silent for hours and hours.

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