Book of the week

This weeks book of the week goes to Opal Plumstead, Written By Jacqueline Wilson and Illustrated by Nick Sharatt. It is a truly moving book with good and bad things happening every chapter. Poor Opal Plumstead has had a rough couple of years but every cloud has a silver lining when Morgan comes along. But something will happen to Morgan that will change her path in life.

Here is the blurb about the book if you would like to read it yourself:

Blurb:

Opal is a bright intelligent fourteen year old girl living in Edwardian Britain. But when her father is sent to prison for embezzlement she is forced to leave her scholarship and start work at Fairy Glen sweet factory. It is here that she is tormented, bullied and alienated from her former society. However, it is also here that she befriends Mrs Roberts and falls in love with her son, Morgan who she believes is her soulmate.Opal is a bright intelligent fourteen year old girl living in Edwardian Britain. But when her father is sent to prison for embezzlement she is forced to leave her scholarship and start work at Fairy Glen sweet factory. It is here that she is tormented, bullied and alienated from her former society. However, it is also here that she befriends Mrs Roberts and falls in love with her son, Morgan who she believes is her soulmate.

Reviews:

'This was Jacqueline Wilson's 100th book. It was also undoubtably one of her best, it's cleverly written with lots of description and links to real issues that happened in 1913-1914.'

ANZAC Day

Today on the 25th of April 2015 we celebrate 100 years since the ANZACS first arrived on Gallipolis shores. Lest we forget. It is a very special day to everyone that had participated in the war and family members who have had there family go to war. We will remember them.

RIP Cinnamon

Sadly, A few days ago I  got back from  trip to my Nanas house. When we got home we found a empty bunny cage with nothing in it:

Traveling home in the car, exiting Hawera I sat in the back seat and thought "Isn't it good to be be home?". As we ran over the cattle stop with our huge tyres my heart skipped a beat. I was going to see cinnamon again.

Jumping out of the car in excitment I rushed through the front door and straight out into the back veranda. There was the bunny cage, I was going to see my friend again... There was no friend in the cage. "Where is the bunny?" I asked mum worriedly. "Madaline there is something I have to tell you." This gave me no security. Mum finally gave me an answer "Cinnamon has died."

My body broke down and my heart shriveled up in pain. "You can't be serious?'' I told mum willing myself to believe he was hiding behind mum ready to pop out and run to me. Nothing came. "I'm sorry Madaline, He's gone". I walked back inside, my brain just cycling what had just happened.

RIP cinnamon, I will never forget you.