Book Review "The Phoenix"

                                                 
I write this book review from the book the phoenix. This is my opinion about it.


The Phoenix

The Phoenix was written by Sylvia Townsend Warner in 1940 it is a short story, set in England and Arabia. It is the story of a mythical bird, the Phoenix.
    The story is about a man, Lord Strawberry, who has an aviary and he discovers this bird can be found in Arabia. So he travels all around the way to Arabia when he finds it, he returns to England with the bird. Some time later Lord Strawberry dies so his executors close the higher offer that was from MrTancred Poldero, the owner of Poldero's Wizard Wonderland. This man abused the phoenix.
     The plot is full of situations that happen in real life such as a part of the story where fiction is represented by the bird's experiences,which are not real. The characters had different attitudes with the phoenix. Lord Strawberry's ambition was to have exotic birds, also he had independent thoughts and Poldero's ambition was money, he was evil and superficial, he uses nature for his comfort. The phoenix was quiet, lonely, big, unique, marvelous but abuse by Poldero.
     To sum up the story is interesting. If you like great stories, I would strongly recommend reading it.

The Mystery

We have to write a story, but we have a success criteria it should have between 200-300 words and it must finish with 'that was the last time she/he saw them'.


The last day of the summer vacations the girls form Alison's group, Aria, Emily, Hanna and Spencer, were laughing and enjoying the night. All the girls got asleep. At midnight, Aria woke up and she noticed that Alison and Spencer were not there. She started to wake the other girls up. They went out and Spencer was coming in. They started talking, she told them she heard someone screaming, that was the reason she woke up.
   A year later... they lost contact between them. Alison's body is still missing. Aria is in Iceland. Tomorrow is the first day of school from their last year, senior year.
  First day everything seems right, it looked that Alison's death don't affect anybody. Aria was back and without her pink hair. Hanna was so different, she looked like a model. Spencer was the same, her sister is going to get married.
  After school they all had their activities going to gym, studied, going out with their families. They stayed to meet at a bar and talk about their relation. At 5p.m they all were in Hollis bar, they started talking about why their relation was so different . Alison was the one who kept their close, they didn't have anything in common to talk about. At 7p.m they were going home but they all received a, message you all meet me at Rosewood.
  They all went to Rosewood the right way was Avenue, 231.
  That was Alison 'my god' they couldn't believe it. She told them, she was in something important and if they tried to stop her, it will be non-sense. That was the last time Alison saw them.

Diary Entry

Dear Diary,
My family is telling me again to stop knitting them things. They don't understand that i'm a pensioner so I don't have anything to do, except to play cards with my friends. My passion to knit started when I was young as a fisher-girl. In my free time I was trying to fish my first creation, a pair of gloves. My grandma teached me how to knit, she told me that when I will become an elderly and bored woman, knitting will be one of the best things that is going to happen. That was true because now my regular work is to knit things to my family, but the problem is my family complaining about me knitting them things because I have arthitc. The last time I knitted something was a year ago, a pullover to my nephew, John, he was pleased to have one of my gifts, but my daugher, Alice, John's mother, is so annoying bacause of telling me off, not to knit and that there's no need because of being painful to me. Also that the call buy that kind of stuff. I am trying to find new activities like cooking or baking sweet things or dessert.
                                               xoxo, Anne