Thanks

Thanks

Suppose I never got to see the snow falling onto the ground,

As the ice sparkles like tiny, precious crystals.

Suppose I never got to smell the scent of fresh cut pine trees,

Waiting to become the center of someone’s home on Christmas morning.

Suppose I never got to hear the soft pitter-patter of snow falling down,

Or the soft crunch of winter boots ruining freshly laid snow.

Suppose I never got to feel the comforting warmth of a fire,

Crackling quietly in my living room fireplace.

Suppose I never got to taste the sweet, fresh hot chocolate,

As it surges through my body and warms my veins.

Suppose I never got to live.

For life, I am forever thankful.

Perfect, by Ellen Hopkins

So I just finished this amazing book called Perfect. It's about four teenagers who all are under pressure to be "perfect", as the title implies. Eating disorders, steroids, perfect grades, etc... Anything it takes to get there. Just like the other book by Ellen Hopkins I reviewed, Impulse, it is written in stanza form, like a poem. After finishing the book, I realized that the ending actually ties into the ending of Impulse, which made me think of her other books do that as well. Guess ill need to get the rest and figure it out myself!

Random Poem

Reading

Amusing, fun

Entertaining, thinking, picturing

Books, words, letters, sentences

Creating, making, composing

Interesting, difficult

Writing