Challenge

Look! the Book. Top Story - September 2023.
The majority of people do not remember the very first book they read, let alone the very first word they read. I do, very clearly. Thanks to some unfortunate circumstances.
By ThatWriterWoman2 years ago in BookClub
Midnight Transformations
Before reading The Midnight Library as part of Brandy Clark's book club, I spent quite a bit of time thinking about regret. Both the concept of regrets and the specific instances themselves plagued my mind regularly. Like I'm sure many of us do, as time travel is such a prevalent ideal in our culture, I sometimes think about the top moments or actions I would go back and change if given the chance. The funny thing people don't realize is that we are constantly time traveling, and maybe that's the problem. We're always rapidly moving forward, into the future, whether we like it or not, while simultaneously traveling to the past in our minds while visiting memories, sometimes we even become stuck there. Either direction one goes, too far in the future or the past, the outcome is essentially the same: time spent not being present in the current moment. In other words: time we'll never get back spent not living our lives.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in BookClub
Silent Souls
They say that thieves are quiet. That the soles of their shoes are soundless, that they are soft as candle-smoke at midnight. You don't hear them, see them, know them – though perhaps their actions will be felt. Thieves are quiet, then?
By Jo Lavender2 years ago in BookClub
Ain't No Monologue Like A Vagina Monologue
The script became the play that became a book, or a playbook, or generations of unspoken thoughts and feelings that needed to 'scream-yell-and-tell' like there was no tomorrow because there wouldn’t be. Not without us and our vaginas. Yep, vaginas. But such awful things happened to them. And kept on happening to them. And a massive silent public didn’t seem too outwardly bothered enough.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in BookClub
The Lorax
I am an environmentalist. I have been since I was a child. While others had stickers of cartoon characters on their notebooks., I had national park and endangered species stickers on mine. I read all I could about animals and worried about pollution. I also hugged trees.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in BookClub
Beginning for a Writer
I’m sure I’m not alone when I say I’ve read the Harry Potter series. It was the kinds of books I would read in a day. The kind I would read late into the night, and then early when I woke up.
By Lindsay Dewolfe2 years ago in BookClub
Dune is Not About Oil
The prompt for the Book Club challenge is funny because it was David Lynch’s 1984 adaptation that introduced me to Dune. Dune was one of my favorite movies as a kid. It was one of my top picks at the library, besides all the Star Trek and Universal monster movies I could get my hands on. My love for the Dune universe grew in the 90s, with the books from Brian Herbert. Despite this, I would not read the first novel until 2017. Why, I am unsure. Since then I have dove as deep into the Dune universe as I can. I still have not finished the original series, due to a combination of work and school. Well, also after acquiring a copy of the encyclopedia, I decided I wanted to have the time to sit and read the series with that as my companion. Because if Dune does nothing else, it raises a lot of questions for the reader. Both in and out of the universe.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in BookClub
Anarchy in west Africa
Just like a popular adage posits, experience is the best teacher. Books are better educators. Making a quick reminisce to my high school days, my literature teacher introduced a Novel entitled FACELESS by AMMA DARKO a Ghanaian author this book exposed the evil activities in the western part of Africa especially in Ghana as at 2014. The main theme of this book tells about poverty and violence that compelled children into streetism that is engaging in vices such as prostitution, theft, etc This story began with little Fofo of 14 years who often sleeps on the streets of Agbogbloshie a popular Ghanaian market The market was popularly referred to sodom and Gomorrah,due to the evil activities been carried out by residents of the area . Fofo gradually joined other adult to watch pornography And drink alchohol . Just like the wishes of every street children, she alway dream of living in a convenient apartment as seen in most wealthy homes . However, a notorious street lord called Poison attempted rapping fofo but she excaped the abuse and ran to her best friends house Odarley. The Next day,Upon visiting her mother (maa Tsuru) , she was informed about her elder sister(Baby T) death and how poison threatened to kill her too if she dares to expose his crime. Fofo mourned Baby T bitterly in silence maa tsuru advised Fofo to Escape for her safety. The story behind baby T ‘s death was manslaughter she was beaten to death and her naked body was dumped at the open market square. This tragedy led Fofo into a cry for Justice and vengeance for the death of Baby T . Fofo luckily came in contact with a group of journalists and human rights activists running a documentation NGO called MUTE in Ghana. In Conclusion,the organization took up the matter, uncovered the information about the fate of homeless children on the street . The principal offenders were discovered and made to face the Law accordingly.
By Gift Omono2 years ago in BookClub
The Power of Me
The beginning of my life and my childhood were not an ordinary one by most people’s standards, it started in a world far away from the place I live now and was raised. Guinea in Africa is where my parent’s happened to be as I made my entrance into this world, a place most people would consider different and exotic for parents with a European and Canadian background. Still, this is where we lived for the first few years of my life as my father’s career had brought us there and when we spent time traveling the world, living among, and visiting various cultures and communities which left me believing that this was what everyone did, that that was what life was all about. But I had a bit of a rude awakening once we stopped travelling and settled in a rural Canadian community, I realized rather quickly that most people are born and live within the same area most of their lives and only travel to different parts of the world as part their vacation if travel is not viewed as a luxury.
By Genevieve2 years ago in BookClub
Silhouettes of Real Things
Grandpa Bernie died from a stroke in 1994. I was only three years old then so I don't have any memories of him. But there have been bits and pieces of him left behind that affected me as I got older. I have a stuffed rabbit and a picture of him handing it to me on my first Easter. I have stories of him and the kind of man he was that was told to me by my family. Most importantly, I have a book of poems he wrote which was published after he passed away.
By Jean Bruce2 years ago in BookClub
Through Wardrobes
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - and actually the entire Narnia series - is one of the first full books I remember my parents reading to me, then reading and even re-reading the entire set to myself at a young age, and already thinking I must re-read again when I'd forgotten too much.
By Ellen Stedfeld2 years ago in BookClub
A Book that Changed Me: "Don't Ever Tell" by Kathy O'Beirne
I've read many fiction books in one sitting, but the moment I picked up this particular book, I couldn't put it down. I was around 11, about to turn 12, on my first trip to Thailand with my family. I noticed it on my parents' shelf and decided to bring it with me. However, it wasn't until the long journey to Mae Sot that I finally started reading it. The book was called “Don’t Ever Tell” by Kathy O’Beirne.
By Karina Thyra2 years ago in BookClub