Book Review: Nineteen-Eighty-Four

  I will cry like a baby. I will. Give me a book, and I will cry like a baby. I always end up crying when I finish an incredibly good read.

(Don't you just love the fact that you always have no idea what I am talking about when I begin a blog post? I'm a confusing person. )

So let's see. List of books I have cried over.

Anne Of Green Gables

Anne Of Avonlea

The Art Of Racing In The Rain

Sarah's Key

Nineteen-Eighty-Four ( I was trying not to cry in English Class, it's a professional sport. I call it

"Hold-Tears-In-After-Reading-A-Good-book-no-wait-I-Want-To-Cry-Okay-Cry-Anyways" Okay, end of footnote. Wait, I am already off topic. This is not a list of books I have cried over. My dear Lord, I need to end this footnote. Bye! See you at the other side of the parentheses! Safe travels!)

Hi, I'm back. You really didn't need to read that part. Let's go back to being professional. RIGHT!

Nineteen-Eighty-Four 

By: George Orwell

Let's provide a synopsis for you who aren't very literate, shall we?

A man by the name of Winston Smith lives in a society built on totalitarianism, Socialism, Autocracy, and many many other -isms. Basically, the whole world is in the hands of one party/person/dictator, etc. This place is called Oceania. It's fictional, relax. (OR IS IT? DUN DUN DUUUUN) One must never think as an individual in Oceania, you have to follow the orders of the leader, Big Brother. They have terms such as

"Thought Crime"

"Double Think"

And many other terms used today. To sum it up, Winston has trouble thinking like the rest of the world, and thinks as an individual. Orwell did provide one hell of a plot twist, I'll say.

I loved this book. I couldn't sleep for two months, but I loved it. It was a tad bit gruesome, actually it was really gruesome, but it was an enlightening read. I think any politician should read this. But please, if you're a politician, don't read it as an instructions manual for the government. No, I did not mean it this way. I still want my mind please. I say they should read it to understand how to balance a government. Sometimes the government tips the scale on things, causing things to fall off the scale. Let's take an example.

Surveillance.

That is one thing governments never know how to balance. Because, quite Frankly, not everyone is a terrorist. But, some people are. Like my dog, who is currently strapping TNT on me. Just kidding, she's just a harmless midget. 

So in focus, this book was great. A great example of what could happen with extremism on any point. A good lesson learned from Mr. Orwell. Although, I think it may be misconstrued as an instructions manual. 

I give it a 10/10. So, if you like scary, harsh reality, political books, go read it. 

Have a wonderful evening, and remember, my dog isn't actually evil. She's wonderful. I swear!

MURDEROUS CHAIRLIFTS.

Ah, hello there. Didn't expect to see me so soon? Well, here I am. You can't stop reading now, so go ahead, read it all. (Man, I sound like one of those stupid Facebook chain messages. "Breathe six times and clap your heels together and you'll find one million and five dollars in two years!") Yeah. Teenagers. A breed I will never understand. Wait, I forgot..you're such a hypocrite, Monique. 

Okay...A smidge of topic.

How about a story? I think a story is a great idea. Only, you should be reading a good story, not this trash. Emphasis on the good. 

Heh. It all started one day on an innocent lump of snow. I mean, a lump of snow with some lumber, and metal and ice. I mean a ski hill. The funny thing about ski hills is that people on ski hills are always thinking the same thing. That's why people bond on ski hills. Because they're all thinking exactly one thing.

"OH MY GOD I AM GOING TO DIE! GET ME OFF OF HERE!"

Except those people who spend tons of money on spandex and messed up ski poles. I'm pointing at you, family of six loud children taking up a full table for your *Spandex*. During the ski season my family would take me skiing almost every weekend, and this time we were on our way to meet a couple of my dad's friends. (Psst, I'm hiding everyone's identity, so they'll avoid total embarrassment.) I, personally am just a blue and green skier. Less chance of death by tree. Only my dad's friends were the *Spandex* type family. The only difference was, they didn't have funky poles or wear spandex. About a couple hours into the day, they began to get a little bored with the runs we were doing and decided "Hey, let's take the Gold chair even though you guys are blue/green skiers!"

Reluctantly, I took the chairlift. The first thing I noticed was that the were comfy. I mean, really comfy. So comfy, that  I almost fell off due to the slippery comfy-ness. And I thought, hmm, are they doing this because they know you'll probably die on the top of the mountain, so they just pamper you with comfy chairlifts? Hmm..seems legitimate. After a bit of hyperventilating and angry muttering I seemed okay. 

Until we reached the spawn of satanic origin. THE MOGULS.

So, long story short, I ended up taking the moguls by following my dad's friends, climbed up a mountain twice, and spent half-an-hour trying to get my skis on whilst on a mogul. After some frantic screaming and craziness I got over it.

(NO NOT REALLY.)

Glad I could share this story with you. Enjoy this photo of a girl who isn't me, but might as well be.

Top fictional characters!

Woop woop! I finally told myself I'd do this list, as hard as it may seem. Grab a pillow, because you're about to fall asleep.

10. V- V For Vendetta

Okay, anyone who has read or watched V for Vendetta can agree he is the best terrorist there is. (Never thought I'd put that into a sentence, honestly.) He's just so poetic, yet so disastrous. Weird. 

9. Winston Smith- Nineteen-Eighty-Four

He's not really like-able. I must admit. But, he's the protagonist of Nineteen-Eighty-Four. So, that's all I have to say to you, Winston.

8. William Darcy- Pride and Prejudice

We've all swooned over him. C'mon, we all know that. He's so wonderful! 

(He's so Spock-like! Gahhhh)

8. Tintin

Pfft, I totally wasn't, like, in love with him or something when I was little. He's kind, smart and has silly looking hair. You're on the list.

7. Spock

I would really love to rank him higher, but I just love these next ones to bits. Besides, Vulcans can't feel emotions, right? Live Long And Prosperous

6. Liesel Meminger

She loves books. That's all you need to be in this list.

5. Anne Of Green Gables

I idolized her as a little girl, and still kinda do. She's just so..idol-like!

4.  Gilbert Blythe

I just love Gilbert so much, it's just crazy. Him and Anne are the perfect couple, just shufirsheiufhnsdf.

3. Rudy Steiner- The Book Thief

No! Why did the book have to end like that?! Excuse me while I cry. No. I still cannot deal with it. So here he is, that lovable little Jesse Owens loving t1hing.

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2. NOBODY

I feel like someone is clearly missing on my list, so number two is for you to decide. Who's your favourite fictional character?

1. Drumroll please.....Atticus Finch- To Kill A Mockingbird

No, I did not put Batman. Atticus Finch rules! Now this book touched the deepest darkest pit of my soul. :')

THE END

How pathetically scared I am at everything

I am just trying to prove my case here. I admit it, I am a pansy. So, here it comes. I should start naming these

"Freakishly embarrassing blogs". This would be number two. 

Alright, it all started one day in drama class, my favourite period of the day. Well, actually lunch is. I get to eat. Eating is fun. Unless you are eating some hybrid in a bun, Then eating is not fun. 
Anyways..
Psst, see that cool thing I did with the text? Gnarly duuuude.
Okay, so we were in drama class, and my drama teacher mentions something about footsteps and how nobody was there and blah blah. Then she said the school was built on a school yard, and me being stupid of course, thought she was saying the truth. She turned off the lights, and I went ballistic. I started to shiver, and my friend of course thought I was such a coward. Well, they went on to tell freaking horror stories! In the dark! I spent the whole class thinking someone was behind me. I MEAN WHO WOULDN'T. C'MON PEOPLE. 
But, that's not all of my pansy stories. Here comes #2. So fasten your seat-belt. Wait, if you're sitting in a car you don't need a seat-belt. Scratch that. Nevermind. (No spell check I do not need a hyphen for the word nevermind. Shuddap.)
So, this takes place with the drama group and with the same friend. About high time I mention her, eh? Okay. Zara, welcome to my pathetic blog post! So, we were going to see this play called the huron bride. Short summary of it:
A mill that hums when you sit in it. A freaky little girl who bites animals heads off. A murderous husband who actually isn't murderous, is just really clumsy and marries strange women. I mean, he managed to kill two of his wives! C'mon man! At least get it right the second time. So the whole play, they were playing these strangely projected creepy sounds, and through the whole play I was screaming:
"I WANT MY MOMMY!"
Then at the end they had this creepy axe thing where they break the floorboards of the play and then after the dead wife holds a real life axe and points it at your face! Oh dear lord. Anyways, I think I proved my point. Thank you, Zara for putting up with my pansy-ness. (SPELL CHECK I PUT A HYPHEN WHERE I WANT YOU IDIOT)
Okay, bye.

 

CURSE YOU WRITER'S BLOCK!

The page sits in front of you neutrally. You want to write on it. You write something. Then you erase it. Then you write something again. Then you realize it is absolute crap, so you erase it AGAIN. Then you throw your laptop out of the window. 

THE END. (Shortest. Blog. Post. Ever)

An Open Note To Oppressive Governments

I don't get it, guys. I really don't. I'm pointing my finger at you, totalitarian governments, or soon-to-be-totalitarian-governments-but-not-exactly-there-yet. That is why I am writing this. Look, guys I know you think you're right about anything. I get that. You don't want anyone else's opinion on how you should run your country, because who are they to judge, right? Let me refresh you on something: that is the point of a DEMOCRACY. You are founded on the people. The people selected you to be responsible with your power. Not to act like a teenage girl after she is given the house for the weekend. No, that is not the example that you should follow. So oppressive governments, stop acting like teenage girls! C'mon guys. Listen to the people, they want freedom. Thanks,
Monique (Ironically, a teenage girl..)

THE BLOG-OFF!

A.K.A: The friendship destroyer. 

B. Better

L.  Log

O. Off

G. Girl,

O. Or your

F. Friendship

F. Fails

Yes, me and a couple of my friends are holding a blog off, which means we are totally throwing our friendship out the window. Into a pit. With fire. That is actually a black hole. With fire.  I would send you links to their blogs, but I don't have them.  

SO. . . MAY THE BEST BLOGGER WIN!