MMC- #16

I haven’t posted in while. Life was busy, and then my computer stopped working for a bit. I plan on doing a post on the books I’ve read eventually, but that will be a long post- two months of books- and I don’t feel like doing it right now. 🙂

 

I chose the phrase prompt:”Because I’m the only one who can get us out.”  (Submitted by Esther)

“Why are you here?” Kit demanded, his eyes still out of focus, but looking at something beside my left ear.

“Because I’m the only one that can get us out of the chaos of this country.” I answered, waving my hand where I thought he was looking, just to see what he would do. “And, that little girl told me where you were.”

Kit twitched and looked around the prison cell. “What little girl?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know? The only one in here?” Something punched me in the back. “Oh, right. Sorry.” I knelt and lowered my large sack to the floor slowly. She crawled out and surveyed the cell. Kit stumbled against the wall.

“Your Majesty!” He knelt. He glanced sideways at me. “How dare you! You stinking trai-”

“Stop it, Kit.” The girl turned to look at me. “Your brother came to fetch you.”

“So he just dumped you in a sack?” Kit demanded. “He killed your parents!” “He didn’t know I was in the wagon until it was too late.”

“I cannot believe this.” Kit started. “The Princess Judaliah is under your spell, brother. But, I’m not.” Kit helped me dig away the rotting wood.

“Well, just so you know, I am taking you through a secret tunnel, only know to my colleges and myself, also the safe haven of the younger royal family members. There you can be taken care of, and your leg put in order.” I spoke above him. “Just because I am a spy and consort with a “low society” doesn’t mean I am devoid of the brotherly love. Your execution is tonight, you know.”

“Death would be better than having you as a brother.” Kit pushed away from the trap door we had uncovered. I lifted the lid.

“After you, princess.”

 

 

300 words.

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The Mysteries of May

This month’s list of books, unintentionally, were mostly mysteries. Only two weren’t. And I have more mysteries on my To-Be-Read list for next month.

The Case of the Missing Marquees by Nancy Springer. The Case of the Missing Marquess (Enola Holmes Mysteries, #1)

This is about Sherlock Holmes’ younger sister, Enola. She is fourteen and mistress of disguises, much like her brother. She and her mother run away(though not with each other) and get themselves on the Holmes Brothers badside. There are codes and the Victorian Flower Language, which I really liked. I love codes and the Flower language.

Mrs. Holmes is a Suffragist, so Enola was brought up to be like her. I didn’t really like the way her mom just left and said, “You will manage quite well on your own.” To the fourteen year old who has never been outside of the tiny country town and has only seen her brothers once, and generally has no clue. It was as if Mrs. Holmes cared more about out witting her sons, that being there for her daughter, who really wanted and needed her. But, Enola has been doing tolerably well on her own so far. So, we shall see.

I did however, like the way Ms. Springer shows Enola can stay away from Sherlock by using her femininity. Sherlock distrusts women you know, and has no idea how their garments work. Thus his sister can elude him and he still be the same Sherlock as in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s  stories. But he would know the Victorian Flower Language.

This was from the Juvenile Fiction section.

Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie. book-cover-large

I listened to it on Librivox, and linked the picture to the recording.

I wanted to find out why people loved the story so much. I guess the movie and play would be different, because the play was written before the book. I didn’t really like it all that much. I’m a weirdo, yeah. Everybody else in the world loves Peter Pan. He annoys me.

Secrets of Shakespeare’s Grave, by Deron R. Hicks, #1 of The Shakespeare mysteries. Secrets of Shakespeare’s Grave (The Shakespeare Mysteries, #1)

Within the first couple of chapters, there was a very bad word. Like, a really not nice word for Juvenile Fiction. This was a preread because I thought that Hannah would like it. It sounded kinda like the Thirty Nine Clues, and she really likes those. But after consulting Momma about that one word, we returned it to the library without the Middle Kids reading it.

Other than the one word, it was a good book that they would have enjoyed, so it was a disappointment.

  File Under: 13 Suspicious Incidents, Reports 7-13, By Lemony Snicket. I enjoy Snicket’s sense of humor. Greatly. And this doesn’t have a picture, because the picture wouldn’t cooperate.

The Mystery of Edwin Drood, by Charles Dickens.

book-cover-largeJohn Jasper was and selfish pig. Rosebud was surprising. She wasn’t as weak and silly as she looked. John Jasper was revolting. It is a shame that Dickens died before he finished at least his notes. You should go read what he did write before he died.

I linked the Librivox recording through the picture.

Why did he have to die in the middle of this? It’s worse than when Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell dies before finishing Wives and Daughters. At least there we knew what the end would be.

His Last Bow, By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. book-cover-large

A couple of these were used in the BBC Sherlock episodes, which was cool.

 And the last one was pretty good to.

Sherlock Holmes is quite good. An old Sherlock is almost better than the young Sherlock.

The Unmapped Sea, #5 of The Incorrigible Children of Ashton Place, by Maryrose Wood. The Unmapped Sea (The Incorrigible Children of Ashton Place, #5)

Some of the questions were answered. Some more questions were raised. But it was agreed among the peoples that there was some unnecessary business, and that the previous books were better because of this.

BUT, we know how the curse has to be fixed and this is very scary, because Penelope is in a very different place and can’t do much at the moment.

Beyond the Deepwoods, The Edge Chronicles, #1, By Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell.

Beyond the Deepwoods (Edge Chronicles, #1) I actually skimmed this. It looks Juvenile Fiction, but was in the Young Adult section. I thought I’d preread it for my siblings, since it looked Middle Kid age.

I skimmed because after two chapters of boringness and I-see-no-point-in-this-ness, I gave up, and decided to skim to see if it got better. Then I hit a scene.

I saw why it was in the Young Adult. That was a really weird scene and was just….Whah? Yeah. I wasted my afternoon. That went back to the library without my siblings reading it. Nothing wrong, just weird and pointless.

The Detective's Assistant

The Detective’s Assistant, by Kate Hannigan.

It’s a fictional story of the first woman detective, hired by the Pinkerton Detective Agency, Kate Warne. It sounded interesting, and Lydia said it was good. So, since I didn’t feel like going into my stuffy room to get my book, I read this in the living room.

It was ok. I just didn’t Nell’s point of veiw, I guess. I don’t know. I just didn’t like it.

The Case of the Left-Handed Lady, #2 of the Enola Holmes Mysteries, by Nancy Springer. The Case of the Left-Handed Lady (Enola Holmes Mysteries, #2)

 Still no mother on the scene, just communications through the Newspaper. And Enola still wishing for her mother, but making do for the moment without.

Not really any code, save for a message to her mother that Sherlock, who found their way of communicating, can figure out. Which bothers me, because he would know the flower language. I still enjoyed it though.

These books are in the Juvenile Fiction section, but I would put them in the Young Adult, just because of some references. It wasn’t much, and not bad, either, but still. Not sure My Middle Siblings would read these just yet.

The Case of the Cryptic Crinoline (Enola Holmes Mysteries, #5)

 The Case of the Cryptic Crinoline, #5 of the Enola Holmes Mysteries, by Nancy Springer.

How would I be expected to know this was the fifth book, not the third? It didn’t what number it was, so I didn’t know until just now when I went to get the picture.

A kidnapping, Spying, and Florence Nightingale.

I’m reading about Florence Nightingale for school, so it sounded good. And, more codes.

It did feel out of place, because even thought the book said nothing about it, I had unknowingly skipped two books. Very aggravating. So, it was the same as the other two, no mother, Enola surviving, Sherlock hunting. And, she has to come up with a new name an hiding spot, because Sherlock found out where she was living.

To be read next month:

I still haven’t finished The Narnian, or Mere Christianity.

I am listening to The Innocence of Father Brown, by G. K. Chesterton.

I want to read the other three Enola Holmes books, #3, The Case of the Bizarre Bouquets, #4, The Case of the Peculiar Pink Fan, and #6, The Gypsy Good-Bye.

The Mysterious Mr. Quinn, and Mystery in the Mews, by Agatha Christie.

~*~Note~*~

All the pictures I used, except the ones I said were linked, came from GoodReads.

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MMC- #15

This week’s entry is way late. I’ve been busy this week. 🙂

I got an honorable mention for my entry last week. *grin*

I did the word prompt: Sunflower, spoons, tears.

This is exactly 300 words.

 

I ran up to the Peddles door, 37 Lilliput Road, Jubilee, last summer, breathless, sobbing, scared my granddaddy was going to die.

I ran up their drive way for the next three months, everyday, past the loopy sunflowers, and into the woods with all of them to play. They became my best friends, all nine of them.

We played war in a hurricane, dug a well with spoons, went for a shopping spree, sprained an ankle, played softball, and gambled buttons and skittles away playing Hearts, we made ice cream, and flew kites.

I gave Paige my address when I went home, and we wrote letters. Long letters. They all wrote sometimes. A note from the older girls, Faye and Melody. A scrawl from Ben. Cartoons from Lulu. Pictures from Cori, Matt, Willow and Zach. A box with a bag of Coconut M&M’s from Mr. and Mrs. Peddle.

Then I got a letter from 112 Smith Circle,Townsend, after a month of nothing. They had moved. Were so sorry not to have written, but were so busy. Hoped I was well. Would I visit my grandparents for Christmas?
“Because we have some stuff for you and are going to be at our old church the Sunday before Christmas, Maisy. If you don’t come, we’ll mail it, but it’d be great to see you.”

I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to see the house across from Gram’s and Granddaddy’s house empty, or with different people. I don’t want to lose the Peddles to a town five hours away from Jubilee. Because I can’t go back for Christmas. Mom and Dad don’t feel up to it.

I feel the tears dripping off my face and hear Ana come in. “Maisy?”
I hand her the letter.
“I’ll take you.” She says.

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