![]() ![]() Livy cant remember her first visit to her grandmothers house in Australia, but she does seem to recall. If you would like to order this book on Amazon, click here. Buy Bob by Wendy Mass for 21.00 at Mighty Ape NZ. ![]() Although this book is shorter and different from their previous work, it is still a masterpiece of storytelling that will appeal to a wide age range, starting as a read-aloud for primary grades.Ĭons: It would have been nice to have more illustrations. ![]() Pros: When I heard of a collaboration between Wendy Mass and Rebecca Stead, I could scarcely contain my glee. As the two of them reconstruct what happened the last time Livy visited, they slowly begin to uncover the truth of Bob’s origins, and his importance to Livy and to the drought-stricken community where her grandmother lives. Adults can’t see Bob, and Livy starts to forget him as soon as she’s away from him. As a five-year-old, she thought Bob was a zombie, but now she doesn’t know what he is. Livy has forgotten all about Bob, but as they spend time together, gradually her memories return. Bob has been waiting in the closet since Livy told him to five years ago. Summary: Livy is visiting her Australian grandmother for the first time since she was five. BOB by Wendy Mass & Rebecca Stead Number of times this content has been viewed 2 Button to like this content Button to share content Button to report. ![]()
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![]() I didn't ask about the cat licking the paint. # Hardcover # Publisher: Ten Speed Pr (August 1, 1994) # Language: English # ISBN: 0898156238 * Here is the author's website: As far as we know, no theory of feline aesthetics has yet been presented, at least not with such remarkable clarity and thorough documentation. You have to check it out: Why Cats Paint: A Theory of Feline Aesthetics Book Description A Theory of Feline Aesthetics An unprecedented photographic record of cat creativity that will intrigue cat-lovers and art-lovers alike. I spent two hours watching his amazing cat, Randi, create a breathtaking work of art. While crop circles appear sporadically and mysteriously in the dark of night, you can actually sit and watch the cat as it goes through the creative process. Cats seem to have an innate ability to paint and create art! This makes crop circles look lame by comparison. ![]() And then he showed me this incredible book, and I was blown away. Some of these paintings have been sold for thousands of dollars in art galleries, and the cat has even had its own art exhibits. ![]() He had built an addition on his home for his cat to use as an art studio! This cat produced some of the most beautiful and complex paintings I have ever seen. A friend of mine had me over to his house and showed me the most amazing thing. ![]() ![]() In spite of this somewhat polarizing part of Joslyn, Horwitz later visits her at home, where he finds that she has curated a lot of letters from detainees and ladies-correspondences which she finds very adroit on the mental and human parts of the war (216). ![]() ![]() In any case, while going to a perusing by a writer named Mauriel Joslyn, Horwitz proceeds to see that old pictures resolute, as the lady spends some portion of the night playing a game where she peruses sections about atrocities and has the crowd surmise whether they were executed by Association officers or by the Serbs in Bosnia (313-14). By and by, I discovered that a lot of what I’d ingested of the Common War was more mythic than authentic” (312). Both of these strike Horwitz as ready for investigation: “since my appearance in Georgia I’d been doing some perusing. In this specific circumstance, he centers around two infamous parts of the war from the Georgia crusade, Sherman’s “Walk to the Ocean” (312) and the wartime captive camp in Andersonville. ![]() “Georgia Still Detainees of War” Following his capricious Gone with the Breeze visit, Horwitz proceeds with his subject of attempting to isolate the substances of the war from the fictions that have jumped up since. ![]() ![]() ![]() So I’m writing you this letter so you know I’m alive.Īfter all, you do love me in one way or another or you would’ve stopped talking to me by now. I didn’t die, obviously, it was all in my head, but when I came to, my heart was beating so fast I thought it’d stop. I mean, is there a better cause of death than revenge? Even when I felt the frost of her touch deep into my goddamn bones.ĭo you know why? Because deep in my mind, she was you.Īnd somewhere in my head, you came for payback over all the shit I told you. ![]() ![]() I just remained still and observed her.Įven when she stretched out her ghostly hands and went for my fucking liver. You know when a disaster is happening but you realize there’s nothing you can do about it so you just stand there and watch? It was sad and intriguing at the same time. Her lips were like a red rosebud and her huge brown eyes held no light. She was pale as the snow and just as cold. ![]() |