This is my first blog. It took about, okay, let's see, 3 hours. Personally, I think blogging is fun, like a cartoon on a small T.V. Signing into blogger is a horror movie in a movie theater where you are up close to every detail and the screams can be ringing in your eardrums. I'd rather be reading a book that was written by an author from the 17th century using phrases like "thou shall fear thy, or blah, blah, blah..." I read a book like that, called the Iliad and the Odyssey. I didn't even finish the first five chapters of the Iliad before I got bored. The phrases were so obscure my dad couldn't read some.
Still, there is hope that each time I open the cover of a brand new book that it is good. Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief was a book that I could never forget. It was a perfect balance between humor and mystery. I can't reveal any other things about the book because it is in the 7th grade Target Class list and the people who want that book would have to find another. The novel was so great I thought I might never experience another book like that. Then there was a sequel. And another sequel. And another. And another. From this I learned that good books never run out of supply.
I became sick with a disease called readingphobia. It is when you are in such a good book, you lose the following senses:
1 smell (you can't smell your dinner coming out of the oven)
2 hearing (you don't pay attention to people talking to you)
3 sight (you are oblivious to any motion outside the page borders)
4 touch (a person can put an ice pack on your neck and you won't flinch or wince)
5 speech (you lose control of your mouth and you start speaking the quotes word by word)
Some books are really, really good; and, some books are really, really bad. I chose most of them by looking at the title, cover, or reading the first five pages. If none of them have the slightest hint of humor, I put it back on the shelf.
