Book review: The Hunger Games

The Hunger Games...... In the eyes of the people like Katniss are stupid, but not very many people are like Katniss. She has been doing what ever she could to survive all the rest of the days in District 12. While her and Gale, who is the only person she has ever been open too, hunt to keep their families alive, they also have to worry about who is going to get chosen to play. The chaos starts when Prim is picked. Now Katniss must do every thing in her power to make sure her sister doesnt go through the pain, even if that means Katniss herself takes her place. Not only that but Peete is picked for the boy champion. Peeta, the boy who years before burned a loaf of bread so that she could have it, Peeta, who has always been better feed because his father owns the bakery. She feels that she still owes Peeta.

Things get even more complicated when Peeta loves her. How is she suppost to kill him now. To add to that all the district think that she loves him as well. Is this Peeta plan to get to her so that when the time comes it will be easier for him to kill her. Then she meets a small girl that reminds her of Prim. Could she stand the thought of killing a little girl that is so much like her little sister, the only person in the world she nows for sure she loves.

She then finds out that she is consitered a ditzy little girl that must be watched carefully because of her score. She is dangerous because that is who she is. Her father taught her everything she knows before he died, and now she uses these skills to survive. Surviving the games is hard enough but what about love?

Henry vs. Forrest

Henry Fleming and Forrest Gump are two different people. One way is that Henry is scared of running away from the fight. Forrest Gump is not afraid to fight but he does run away but ends up coming back to save everybody he can so that he can get Bubba. Henry becomes a hero by carring the flag in the battle. Forrest is a hero because he saves everybody in his troop and only gets a single wound but doesnt care about it until he has his best friend. The stories might have to do with war but the characters are very different.

Wounded Warriors Project

My thought of the wounded warrior project is that the people who do what they do for the hurt are angelic. The project that I would like to help with. Sending the money to help the wounded is a great way to help America when you can not be the one out there fighting. If I could, I would volunteer my time to help the soldiers that are suffering with their therapy. Helping people such as Chad Brumpton or Anthony Villarreal would be sweet. Wounded Warrior Project is a great project.

War is.....

War is a lose, losing friends and family.
War is costly, spending money that we don't have.
War is stupid, fighting over ridiculous things.
War is needed, protecting those we have left.
War is a conflict, believing in different beliefs.
War is destructive, destroying places and families.
War is forceful, dictating other countries.
War is reliving , standing out of the rubble can come a new life.
War is a master piece, planning the perfect attack.
War is loud, shooting and bombs being dropped.

Remembering 9/11

Do you remember what you were doing on 9/11? I don't but I do know the effect it has had on America, Before this happened most people did not know who Osama was, let alone what he did at the time. Since then we have tightened up security. Before, when you go to the airport, you could have no worry about being accused of being a terrorist because you have hair products in your bag that if put in the formula could be a bomb.The things that have happened are way over my head. Being young when it happened I don't remember much of what time was like before. I was young and the things I worried about were small things. Things that I would not remember two days from then.
Ten years later I can look at it and say that I am kinda glad that I don't remember it that much because being the person I am, a horror like that would leave me crying for days. I do know that in a way Osama got what he deserved but I cant help feeling that way because it makes me feel like him if taking someone else's life is nothing or "a blessing". I feel guilty about it .