tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79223881860381208402024-03-12T23:10:24.514-07:00From A Writer's Heartmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-19162118506950205512011-09-16T15:21:00.000-07:002011-09-16T17:29:50.220-07:00Review: Shiver<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KGwcY7kva07WqAsVOw1brgQKOuYyu_Cfu2b2JDa2wDB41lQuSHAJktP_9_-DeaJOll7gb_hFeYM7d0JCmJXtx4ap1We8Ie0BPwDW6Fm9aC2GR3rwfbjTthgerUf-ToKL5WY4eIhpwzuY/s1600/61806835.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KGwcY7kva07WqAsVOw1brgQKOuYyu_Cfu2b2JDa2wDB41lQuSHAJktP_9_-DeaJOll7gb_hFeYM7d0JCmJXtx4ap1We8Ie0BPwDW6Fm9aC2GR3rwfbjTthgerUf-ToKL5WY4eIhpwzuY/s400/61806835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653102756326288706" /></a> <b>Shiver</b><br /><i>Maggie Stiefvater </i><br />Read September 2011 <br /><br />My best friend told me about Shiver some time ago. She said that Maggie, Shiver's author, wrote in a way that was lyrical. That she wrote in a way that made each work much like a song. I believed her, but I did not fully appreciate that statement till I read it for myself. <br /><br />Maggie Stiefvater had become one of my favorite people through reading her thoughts and words in her blog. After I was shown a few posts by said friend, I was hooked. I read her blog all the way through, starting with the beginning. Each post fed my curiosity over the Mercy Falls Trilogy. Finally, I snagged a copy of Shiver and it was most certainly worth the long wait and lengthy anticipation. <br /><br />Becca was right. Shiver is a song. I felt that the entire time I read it. I soaked the novel in—it only taking me a day to read it. I don't really have any complaints against it other than felt a slight compression in the work. While I realize it is a young adult novel, I do think it would have flourished to a whole new and amazing level if it was given more room. <br /><br />Stiefvater sings a mosaic of of characters, paints a vivid world, and speaks beauty into our souls through this work.<br /><br />Quotes: <br /><br /><i>“As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.” -Maggie Stiefvater<br /><br />“And leaving you (there aren't words to untangle it) <br />Your life, fearful and immense and blossoming, <br />so that, sometimes frustrated, and sometimes understanding, <br />Your life is sometimes a stone in you, and then, a star.” -Maggie Stiefvater</i><br /><br />Maggie being awesome:<br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P8r5Dd5VfK0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-45480159660558303382011-09-08T20:51:00.000-07:002011-09-08T21:22:02.156-07:00Review: Catching Fire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinN8takkIdIKNVq0w4ryddJwYucvLZxB2A_4K1jgaGCMbjGPssH7EV07Bu_Oo4PD5nik_VTpYmCvNN9Wr4rnNRDYW1kWwgV1xBRkRKVB6rrKjlj7o7gGS-Psf_lBSZKSJ_ZPUxnbNXWnVi/s1600/Catching_Fire.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinN8takkIdIKNVq0w4ryddJwYucvLZxB2A_4K1jgaGCMbjGPssH7EV07Bu_Oo4PD5nik_VTpYmCvNN9Wr4rnNRDYW1kWwgV1xBRkRKVB6rrKjlj7o7gGS-Psf_lBSZKSJ_ZPUxnbNXWnVi/s320/Catching_Fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650203610271079938" /></a> <span style="font-weight:bold;">Catching Fire</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Suzanne Collins</span><br />August 2011<br /><br />Catching Fire is the second book in Suzanne Collin's Hunger Games Trilogy. A dystopia set very far in 'our' future. Collins pulls us back into the world of the Hunger Games and it is extremely worth it. I think she pulls off a feat of creating a sequel that is better than the prequel. Don't you love it when you read or watch a sequel and expect to be sorely let down yet you get a great surprise? I do. <br /><br />As we are brought back into the feel of the first book, I do believe I enjoyed this one much better. The characters were sound in their personalities and development after the events of the first book. Her writing was as vibrant as ever, and I liked the whole new feel we got by adding past victors! In fact, that was and will remain one of my favorite aspects of the novel. I have this weakness for when the best of the best get together and duke it out. I also liked seeing the darker psychological side of politics and the Capital from a first-hand perspective as well. Also, I really enjoyed the new characters, especially Finnick.<br /><br />There is one scene that had me so captivated and moved that I was in tears. Peeta is holding a dying morphling and telling her all of the colors he had created, and as he talks to this dying girl, the beauty of each color comes alive to us as she responds to each and everyone one of the descriptions with a child-like captivation. Peeta spends the last few moments of her life telling her about how he's working on creating a rainbow. The utter innocence that is displayed here is so raw as we see two hearts displayed over something so simple as one soul passes into the next. <br /><br />Some of my favorite quotes:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion."</span> --Suzanne Collins<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it."</span> --Suzanne Collins<br /><br />I'd recommend this to anyone who wants a quick read, or who likes psychological novels.miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-71866403883825646102011-08-21T16:37:00.000-07:002011-08-21T16:43:27.728-07:00Review: Vigilante<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJlDPmEdbxTxaj28JdImCaMOz9q-A05MAie7ZeiBvOnFxlBFQ3lNWCpj31CnCMLd3AVMAdEFIcWjbb_PcLuc4lo-8urIsqlxqhR_8vACLim8e-uz2CdYDoDuYp9z8GX9SJe-ijs7oLbv4/s1600/Image.asp.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 345px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJlDPmEdbxTxaj28JdImCaMOz9q-A05MAie7ZeiBvOnFxlBFQ3lNWCpj31CnCMLd3AVMAdEFIcWjbb_PcLuc4lo-8urIsqlxqhR_8vACLim8e-uz2CdYDoDuYp9z8GX9SJe-ijs7oLbv4/s400/Image.asp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643458079441361922" /></a> <b>Vigilante</b>
<br /><i>Robin Parrish</i>
<br />July 2011
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<br />Want a novel where you are clinging to the edge of your chair in the middle of the night—eyes wide and the clock reading two a.m? Do you want your reading experiences to be exciting again, where the scenes are so enthralling and fast paced that you just want to plug in and feel like you're part of the action? Want something that leaves you breathless? Read a Parrish novel; they do that to you.
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<br /><i>Vigilante</i> is no exception to that tradition.
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<br />Our story gives us a decorated war hero who returns and after unspeakable evils, decides to take on a broken society in a novel about hope. A novel about the corruption and ensnarement of men. What would you do if you decided to go up against the morality of humankind while the entire world watches?
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<br />Parrish delivers us a novel about death and life, hope and hate, peace and fear. We feel pain and embrace joy as we clutch our hearts till the very end. Powerful writing drives the novel, along with vivid scenes and a climax that is in every way worth the lost sleep.
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<br />Grab on, hold tight, and step into <i>Vigilante</i>. miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-36586939952930572622011-08-16T13:18:00.001-07:002011-08-16T13:24:04.539-07:00Review: Leviathan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUnelnHlwsiW5I18LGguv_Y8tRnVOWF_3K448LnCBk-r7TaiKfACK5kMsq-9iCfCTbt-zmxd9S-h6TAPoRRdFu87Fzq09ShGH3Fv_z-z6mS98VhCx_aAC3a65I1Bcsr-eZvLveF4TwG3pZ/s1600/6050678.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUnelnHlwsiW5I18LGguv_Y8tRnVOWF_3K448LnCBk-r7TaiKfACK5kMsq-9iCfCTbt-zmxd9S-h6TAPoRRdFu87Fzq09ShGH3Fv_z-z6mS98VhCx_aAC3a65I1Bcsr-eZvLveF4TwG3pZ/s320/6050678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641551009986123010" /></a><b>Leviathan</b>
<br /><i>Scott Westerfield</i>
<br />Read August 2011
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<br /><i>Prince Aleksander, would-be heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, is on the run. His own people have turned on him. His title is worthless. All he has is a battletorn war machine and a loyal crew of men.
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<br />Deryn Sharp is a commoner, disguised as a boy in the British Air Service. She's a brilliant airman. But her secret is in constant danger of being discovered.
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<br />With World War I brewing, Alek and Deryn's paths cross in the most unexpected way…taking them on a fantastical, around-the-world adventure that will change both their lives forever. </i>
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<br />This book charmed me. Generally I don't like historical novels, and I had never read an alternate history novel, so I was weary. However, a good friend recommended this series, so I took her word for it.
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<br />Talk about a witty adventure!
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<br />I don't think I've ever read something so vivid in my life, especially for a YA novel. Right now it seems that recently I've been on a great-novel, very-vivid reading spree—which, of course, has been <i>awesome</i>. Who can say no to discovering so many great books so close together?
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<br />The thought Westerfield put into his alternate world is amazing. Everything feels real in its own right. The Darwinists and Clankers fascinated me, and even the 'science' of the Leviathan made sense to me. Very clever, Mr. Westerfield, very clever.
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<br />The commentary and curse-words amused me. It was pretty easy to figure out what they meant, and they did fit the dialogue well. I really enjoyed how Westerfield was aiming for time-period feel with his novel, complete with the formatting and the wonderful illustrations by illustrator Keith Thompson. Thompson accented Westerfield's work brilliantly. The characters were exactly how I pictured, and the scenes he drew for us made everything so much more of an aesthetic adventure.
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<br />Props to them both!
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<br /><i>"Our dreams are the reverse of our waking imaginations; the motions when we are awake, beginning at one end; and when we dream at another."</i> Chapter 2, pg. 13.
<br />miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-38386935691320247022011-08-13T22:57:00.001-07:002011-08-13T23:00:52.960-07:00Review: Incarceron<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMCr0gp7mFVFRzqNJb46rC8mB1C6KGoEa02uYsNHPfRK2A4gaOxuv8MyUBhg1ziwqj9qn2bkN50jC4ZHw-ZdbLRiTvjQtEK5uWzaXX9LRE1tOrm_GVGVqYMXcI1pez0Zn1pp3kNyG-e46/s1600/catherine_fisher_incarceron_novel.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMCr0gp7mFVFRzqNJb46rC8mB1C6KGoEa02uYsNHPfRK2A4gaOxuv8MyUBhg1ziwqj9qn2bkN50jC4ZHw-ZdbLRiTvjQtEK5uWzaXX9LRE1tOrm_GVGVqYMXcI1pez0Zn1pp3kNyG-e46/s320/catherine_fisher_incarceron_novel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640586768763596658" /></a><b>Incarceron</b>
<br /><i>by Catherine Fisher</i>
<br />Read End July/Beginning August 2011
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<br /><i>“A prison like no other.
<br />It gives life.
<br />It deals death.
<br />It watches all.”</i>
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<br />That quote is so true in describing Incarceron. This book is one of the few that literally sent my mind in a spin. You haven't met 'trippy' till you've met Incarceron.
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<br />It took me for the ride of my life as I clung to each page. When I read, I see things like I'm actually there and boy, was this a wild ride. At times I could see it, but the descriptions the author gave us really felt, well. . . <i>alive</i>. The words didn't just come to life as if in other novels, but it literally felt like the novel was always moving. To me it felt like Incarceron, the novel, breathed—constantly weaving, moving, changing.
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<br />Fisher paints a living prison and a unique world for us to explore. My only complaint is that with Sapphique, I tried to figure out who he was the entire time, and often I felt like Fisher was leading us in circles, saying one thing, then throwing us a curve ball next. It made me frustrated after awhile and I talked with a friend who has read both Incarceron and its sequel, Sapphique. According to her we are supposed to feel that way and it makes sense later why Fisher did that—I'm glad to know it wasn't just me!
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<br />Some of my favorite quotes:
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<br /><i>“All my years to this moment
<br />All my roads to this wall.
<br />All my words to this silence
<br />All my pride to this fall.” -Songs of Sapphique
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<br />“I do this for freedom,” he said calmly. “In a world that offers none.”</i>
<br />miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-979885260590547002011-08-13T09:46:00.001-07:002011-08-13T09:49:08.471-07:00Review: On Hitler's Mountain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94cRwKF9ci9DL7xKEBiCZ-CL0XpA6ufXAdUfppo7Tq8bTLghVeXzgxc-p9ACWMjlP4WWaZp8-nFEIwLjqJuyi3hYbW55y4ZNvdlKvDQmPavlwRHN7Ckvh_YAOMWcrXEBGKETvkwYzZ5hP/s1600/On-Hitlers-Mountain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94cRwKF9ci9DL7xKEBiCZ-CL0XpA6ufXAdUfppo7Tq8bTLghVeXzgxc-p9ACWMjlP4WWaZp8-nFEIwLjqJuyi3hYbW55y4ZNvdlKvDQmPavlwRHN7Ckvh_YAOMWcrXEBGKETvkwYzZ5hP/s320/On-Hitlers-Mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640383009042756450" /></a><b>On Hitler's Mountain</b>
<br /><i>Imgard A. Hunt</i>
<br />Read July 2011
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<br />When you pick up On Hitler's Mountain, you are in for a vigorous treat! One that displays Nazi Germany from a Nazi child's perspective. Not only does this sound interesting, but it proves to be what I'd confidentially say is one of the best things I have ever read, especially on the subject. Hunt gives us an honest account.
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<br />Imgard talks about the gradual rise of Hitler, and the crashing fall of the nation of Germany after wards. She shows us how Hitler romanced the impoverished and struggling minds of Germany, feeding on their fears by promising new change. It is a vast display of how Hitler seduced a nation and played one of grandest-scale mind games in humankind's history. The way Hunt presents it is refreshing and I found myself clinging to each page. While it was a biography, I found myself as entranced as I would be with an exciting fiction piece.
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<br />One thing that I do think helped with her presentation is the brief inserts about the Holocaust. It wasn't as if she was trying to avoid them, but it makes sense not to have them brought up with this biography. She tells us about her interactions with Jews, and things she noticed or heard, but otherwise that aspect was kept to a minimal, which I think helps our book here.
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<br />Also, I loved that she included pictures every once in awhile—ones that actually fit and accented her story. Most of them were photos taken or possessed by her family.
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<br />I recommend this to anyone who finds this time era fascinating, or enjoys a vigorous read.miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-25451605291458364492011-07-26T09:19:00.000-07:002011-08-13T09:49:51.265-07:00Review: Redeeming Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqkwCo2Fl6yIAo2d_zkY4iPVF4PJyBycgodAPD-vC03rT9AUbIU1hUQf6q34CDqNlfRqapL4oazbReYXn0kLNrqGE9r4sncppRFP9eGZdbWXltJQ1Cw1U6f_un2zokQx8lYT7-88GWyMF/s1600/Redeeming+Love.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqkwCo2Fl6yIAo2d_zkY4iPVF4PJyBycgodAPD-vC03rT9AUbIU1hUQf6q34CDqNlfRqapL4oazbReYXn0kLNrqGE9r4sncppRFP9eGZdbWXltJQ1Cw1U6f_un2zokQx8lYT7-88GWyMF/s400/Redeeming+Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633696488959023234" /></a> <b>Redeeming Love</b>
<br /><i>Francine Rivers</i>
<br />July 2011
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<br />Oh man . . . where to start?
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<br />I must say, I was pretty excited when I finally got my hands on a copy and it didn't disappoint! By the end of the novel you will either 1, be crying your eyes out, or, 2, sitting there numb as your process everything you just read.
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<br />For those of you who aren't familiar with <i>Redeeming Love</i>, it is a story set in 1850 during California's Gold Rush. Angel—one of our two MCs—was sold into prostitution as a child and that's all she's ever known since. One day a God-fearing man named Michael Hosea stumbles into her life and declares that God told him she was to be his wife and he wasn't leaving without her. And he sticks to that, despite all the protest and disapproving hate he gets along the way. When Angel leaves him multiple times, he doesn't give up as he lovingly and painstakingly cracks through the casing around her.
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<br /><i>“I want to fill your life with color and warmth. I want to fill it with light.” -Michael Hosea</i>
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<br /><i>Redeeming Love</i> is a retelling of the book of Hosea in a total skin-peeling way that will leave you raw by the time you finish it. This is a novel about redemption that I think speaks a little to each of us.
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<br />I didn't have any issues with this book. Writing was smooth and all characters were sound. Not without human flaws, but the characters were sound in writing.
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<br />Francine Rivers delivers a powerful, raw, and emotionally gripping ride in Redeeming Love.miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-31981598165975309352011-07-23T19:17:00.000-07:002011-07-23T19:20:09.391-07:00Review: Eternity Falls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_C_GYKq5SsWUM435MK-PtiLaTkbcrexV972XVT61cgUogrwDw8w0O-t7XkQAp0cfo0LN3wAt_faWqXTOrngMLNjN49_biU68MiLayLBHrDeXy97UwHPM07xPFfZN8S6DGSrr-QsTDI_G3/s1600/eternity_falls_lg.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_C_GYKq5SsWUM435MK-PtiLaTkbcrexV972XVT61cgUogrwDw8w0O-t7XkQAp0cfo0LN3wAt_faWqXTOrngMLNjN49_biU68MiLayLBHrDeXy97UwHPM07xPFfZN8S6DGSrr-QsTDI_G3/s320/eternity_falls_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632737939239046514" /></a><br /><b>Eternity Falls</b><br /><i>Kirk Outerbridge</i><br />Read July 2011<br /><br />First off, may I say how much I love the cover of this book? I know people say to not judge a book by its cover but still, I can admire them. I think it is important to have a great cover for your novel because that's what stops me and other readers—that generally is what makes us flip the book over and take a look at the synopsis. Don't get me wrong though, I still give other books a chance. <br /><br />Eternity Falls is the first publication I've read by publishing house Marcher Lord Press and I wasn't let down. I've heard raving reviews about books coming out of there and when Jeff Gerke, founder of Marcher Lord Press, spoke at a writer's conference I was at last August, I purchased this copy. <br /><br /><i>“The undying has died.”</i><br /><br />The Miracle Treatment has kept people from death, and suddenly a famous movie star dies of natural causes. This book crafts an epic tale of the beauty of mortality, combined with a cyberpunk-packed feel and slamming fish. <br /><br />One thing that I really loved was how vibrant and different the characters were. Some attributes I had to take a minute, step back, and wrap my mind around them, but I was never once disappointed. <br /><br />The imagery of this novel is amazing and I could totally feel their world around me as I read, but I found myself wanting to walk away for a bit during the first half of the book. It wasn't that the writing was bad or setting, but I felt the pace moved too slow for me. Also, I found a few technical flaws that an editor overlooked, but it wasn't with the writing. All in all, a wonderful new flavor to the world of fiction.miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-32392421220102216172011-07-21T00:20:00.000-07:002011-07-21T00:30:27.693-07:00Review: The Hiding Place<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfv5J-oQLmfBDlV5cdOJoYWc5AOdLb0fyX-rd9c2ULMZmk_CFuXnXGdU6UUPWF73zm4-8MUfDSznGyEQK3cjMfh_f_0fIcTTciN3CZyYzqLxCR6z7xSOdoePagros_1h6yRjYtUQWs46C7/s1600/book_r310.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfv5J-oQLmfBDlV5cdOJoYWc5AOdLb0fyX-rd9c2ULMZmk_CFuXnXGdU6UUPWF73zm4-8MUfDSznGyEQK3cjMfh_f_0fIcTTciN3CZyYzqLxCR6z7xSOdoePagros_1h6yRjYtUQWs46C7/s320/book_r310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631702682453922018" /></a><br /><b>The Hiding Place</b><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Corrie ten Boom with John and Elizabeth Sherrill</span><br />Read June 2011<br /><br />The Hiding Place was an intense journey through the Dutch Underground, which smuggled Jews during the Nazi invasion. It shows us the powerful story of Corrie ten Boom who displays forgiveness in a way that every human should, but few could comprehend. <br /><br />The story moved along at an even pace, never feeling slow or “wordy”. I wasn't as moved as I expected to be by the time I finished reading it, but nonetheless the story was a good story that I'd recommend reading at least once. Corrie ten Boom looses her whole family, and yet, she offers forgiveness and looks past the hate and pain that the Nazis endure. She sees them for what they are, not the facade that they are trying to be. <br /> <br />Given the subject, some of the content has potential to be disturbing to some readers, as a warning. Nothing offensive is given great detail and is handled in a classy fashion.miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-16509523160931774232011-06-03T13:45:00.000-07:002011-07-26T09:06:34.432-07:00Flittering Glitter & A Very Hannah Week!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/BRSInc/Anime/TRC/tsubasa_338.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/BRSInc/Anime/TRC/tsubasa_338.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So...<br /><br />Yes, I said so! So what! Haha.<br /><br />Anyways, I apologize for my posting being so spotty. Life (isn't that the excuse we all use?) was rearranging itself on me. Stressful, but good. I'm currently moving back to Texas (humidity, I DO NOT miss you) and of course, that means...ROAD TRIP! <br /><br />I love road trips. They are amazing and awesome. :) I remember one summer, Summer 2006, that me and my father ended up racking in 7,000 miles on the road. We drove all over, spending time in Ontario (Canada), Niagra Falls, New York, South Carolina, Kentucky, Tennessee, New Orleans, Biloxi (Mississippi). Lots of fun. =)<br /><br />That is why I've vanished. I officially haven't had a life for the past month or so due to that. I also got my first car, got accepted to an arts school this summer (which is such an honor! I am one of 500 from around the globe) and been working on my business. Speaking of business...<br /><br />I have had a <i>very</i> Hannah week! <br /><br />"How so?" you ask? Well, I had the lovely opportunity of working with two new clients this week--both of which, are named Hannah! Hannah One was wanting shots with her costume collection she will be wearing for her ballet company's Spring 2011 production. This Spring they are doing Swan Lake. Hannah is a lovely dancer who has been dancing for many years and during the Winter 2011 season I had the pleasure of watching her ballet company's production of The Nutcracker. Here are some of my favorite shots from the shoot: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYBoJeqvi3Azul_ORWntBr-_9MFNvlNrZ2XBhaCN28GcU29FtiNBPSipp5ZCgDjcSlAtnrmDi0_JoMavqKvHL1uDrcg02Pk5JpmIJeg4WCsBn67XKqYiTNYmGnMF-xog9YxFfBNZ8MRkI/s1600/IMG_2102.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYBoJeqvi3Azul_ORWntBr-_9MFNvlNrZ2XBhaCN28GcU29FtiNBPSipp5ZCgDjcSlAtnrmDi0_JoMavqKvHL1uDrcg02Pk5JpmIJeg4WCsBn67XKqYiTNYmGnMF-xog9YxFfBNZ8MRkI/s320/IMG_2102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614104373330340978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPJxg3DIWxv5LFYx2CwzYp_1dY33_oRZQ6K1s7Vu4Lgi2a6SYpsGLa9AntnMC72X4nd8JqmS6DBBu6JQRsYDz1kiRfJiytcluIVqPHlNoDGP-nfq3_nFrdAdN58V6A2COBuCdF7uk_YWO/s1600/IMG_2209.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPJxg3DIWxv5LFYx2CwzYp_1dY33_oRZQ6K1s7Vu4Lgi2a6SYpsGLa9AntnMC72X4nd8JqmS6DBBu6JQRsYDz1kiRfJiytcluIVqPHlNoDGP-nfq3_nFrdAdN58V6A2COBuCdF7uk_YWO/s320/IMG_2209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614104610567533538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhjCPwMCrELlPaEMKn9PvxsNdaXzcPJKQQ_wovuyae5T9il4jvTmgc0nhE68PkT9ymuCPNvfMvOcIFQqI8Q1NeBOTHYnR8kdqCv7Kxn8iUHO-JYPmI5lsglhO6FJz_X7piYTdub830jkR/s1600/IMG_2123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhjCPwMCrELlPaEMKn9PvxsNdaXzcPJKQQ_wovuyae5T9il4jvTmgc0nhE68PkT9ymuCPNvfMvOcIFQqI8Q1NeBOTHYnR8kdqCv7Kxn8iUHO-JYPmI5lsglhO6FJz_X7piYTdub830jkR/s320/IMG_2123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614109497036907970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZy7gV429HK39eSzLncBR-1xUgHbTxAR6NQsVoLrG4tMHHSLS9xR5JWrK3_5HS5JsFNmG6yYbgjehf5CK4PLR4yzq4V6MPiAZk61lPdNZliNWP0qPstmb9jjM3qD5WC8BKTzxIi2pq0xrs/s1600/IMG_2028b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZy7gV429HK39eSzLncBR-1xUgHbTxAR6NQsVoLrG4tMHHSLS9xR5JWrK3_5HS5JsFNmG6yYbgjehf5CK4PLR4yzq4V6MPiAZk61lPdNZliNWP0qPstmb9jjM3qD5WC8BKTzxIi2pq0xrs/s320/IMG_2028b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614109718754635266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKw08Pv-nuZqoWnxuTuBbuhz-VDhe-yOIweOB5jVUDYbAmdHtlVsBMKxZsZO3FW40siZxeyNMkBooeE5UvLUcTAVEzlwh1dosVTUOVjtYdFXVP9jyFx4GmDXWc5jvdzISYRsC4Rrjosepc/s1600/IMG_2045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKw08Pv-nuZqoWnxuTuBbuhz-VDhe-yOIweOB5jVUDYbAmdHtlVsBMKxZsZO3FW40siZxeyNMkBooeE5UvLUcTAVEzlwh1dosVTUOVjtYdFXVP9jyFx4GmDXWc5jvdzISYRsC4Rrjosepc/s320/IMG_2045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614109917122866578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiZBzo4xO_GNk35JOrDidRU7wPy59jzRF51UGvQqLGu1Uh-jaMPIVIG9ouzDZKYVq68ZbJTh6-Gs5DRFNtLUYgJZIQXl6aQdllgFTOAIJbZf97x6Bs9WkFS3pesOMIswz6n04sUbEpM-h/s1600/IMG_2226.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiZBzo4xO_GNk35JOrDidRU7wPy59jzRF51UGvQqLGu1Uh-jaMPIVIG9ouzDZKYVq68ZbJTh6-Gs5DRFNtLUYgJZIQXl6aQdllgFTOAIJbZf97x6Bs9WkFS3pesOMIswz6n04sUbEpM-h/s320/IMG_2226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614110236505292338" /></a><br /><br />Hannah Two graduated! I ended up doing her senior photos and I have to tell you that she is a lovely young woman! I cannot wait to see all that God has in store for her. Here are some of my favorites from that shoot:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYXHzEDYfEgJbh5-D9r1OnZZELcOe57_uddlyWDo7PAz1WnFUk2_gxp1vZ0U_1JmhYlmenYzthQALyS77KT1maP9yJk874PBPWs_oQ4k87vr7-rR6hnabjrHelhW4PXS6LBTa-qyrV36G/s1600/IMG_2432.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYXHzEDYfEgJbh5-D9r1OnZZELcOe57_uddlyWDo7PAz1WnFUk2_gxp1vZ0U_1JmhYlmenYzthQALyS77KT1maP9yJk874PBPWs_oQ4k87vr7-rR6hnabjrHelhW4PXS6LBTa-qyrV36G/s320/IMG_2432.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614110827647623058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QnE7xoVTEcXz1ubfxErA-m1GWg7V33okm37_SEPHX1MtxLXPzZMWD8s4rCJjElvou57gFRq6mYzp0HDrbqaKCsQkqyt_lPUJomQg2u9s4rvd37QHL9gwJcdydZA9cpicjWvGiG9jaM1O/s1600/IMG_2279.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QnE7xoVTEcXz1ubfxErA-m1GWg7V33okm37_SEPHX1MtxLXPzZMWD8s4rCJjElvou57gFRq6mYzp0HDrbqaKCsQkqyt_lPUJomQg2u9s4rvd37QHL9gwJcdydZA9cpicjWvGiG9jaM1O/s320/IMG_2279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614112383778552210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cslZy0UgO0c46qLAqcSPJkuMUEt279C3OdzbeajIKaFy6G7va4nLLdPaDB6VIHSA1SoFUBg4wvhM_SPYNV8mbQosUhpoMO2nQ-fHhHnme45FxvTecXJiB8k_MBhzON2aIS_cg2EyWtvJ/s1600/IMG_2363.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cslZy0UgO0c46qLAqcSPJkuMUEt279C3OdzbeajIKaFy6G7va4nLLdPaDB6VIHSA1SoFUBg4wvhM_SPYNV8mbQosUhpoMO2nQ-fHhHnme45FxvTecXJiB8k_MBhzON2aIS_cg2EyWtvJ/s320/IMG_2363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614112652066948242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgjUrtsYR1mLT-LTA2omwh7tqPI6V9u8V8GX8LYwfzLseZii8KgRWCCUnFcixdXBy8H3vt6X9573vinBYXLabgdoumfE5g-Jf4svm_zGAMZguUeg1B8_ToAPaqAJhmVHh3KmLQKLY0oU1/s1600/IMG_2423.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgjUrtsYR1mLT-LTA2omwh7tqPI6V9u8V8GX8LYwfzLseZii8KgRWCCUnFcixdXBy8H3vt6X9573vinBYXLabgdoumfE5g-Jf4svm_zGAMZguUeg1B8_ToAPaqAJhmVHh3KmLQKLY0oU1/s320/IMG_2423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614113575428776690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6YsamVPtf0c8HnblfJ3xhgqx3PNA5714eFuKYlUepS2CwjghvwMy4yW2LuDhz_i4JJz_Sb6zoxJogjsmCr3yym3iOWjb8OYJ9j28-BcmioMVALAmyVYMTinnm9UN_CpvRbg2h-004JAz/s1600/IMG_2378.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6YsamVPtf0c8HnblfJ3xhgqx3PNA5714eFuKYlUepS2CwjghvwMy4yW2LuDhz_i4JJz_Sb6zoxJogjsmCr3yym3iOWjb8OYJ9j28-BcmioMVALAmyVYMTinnm9UN_CpvRbg2h-004JAz/s320/IMG_2378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614113915583108338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZhjO_C7ePwnxeBpHeP6AC6CxaMcZ6R77BIKDD3lHA1r7w0nGniuKruqbCTzbJ0L9gRbylLZ37vmyvxEtcJsIzMZTQbvX0Gq0N7_EkDk2gAnquJVPlMkx-GjTFXRu_CeKL0Eyzh4Mvx3-/s1600/IMG_2289.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZhjO_C7ePwnxeBpHeP6AC6CxaMcZ6R77BIKDD3lHA1r7w0nGniuKruqbCTzbJ0L9gRbylLZ37vmyvxEtcJsIzMZTQbvX0Gq0N7_EkDk2gAnquJVPlMkx-GjTFXRu_CeKL0Eyzh4Mvx3-/s320/IMG_2289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614114175870739954" /></a><br /><br />As you can tell, I had a very fun week with the camera! :D And with this, I must bid adieu for now! <br /><br />With glitter and much love,<br />Sarahmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-88991051034207567732011-03-07T14:39:00.000-08:002011-07-26T09:07:00.516-07:00Fides<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/BRSInc/Anime/FMA/FMA_596.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/BRSInc/Anime/FMA/FMA_596.png" border="0" alt="" /></a> <i>Fides</i><br /><br />Latin; <b>trust</b>, confidence, reliance, belief, faith.<br /><br /><br /><iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qhnRvb-M-P4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br />I'm a very action-oriented person who's joy is in serving others. I take initiative when the need calls for it and will do everything in my power to complete (or help) that need. When things get out of my control and I can't help anymore, I pretty much break down inside. Feelings of failure or laziness creep into me. Failure to my community, failure to my family, failure to my friends . . . the list goes on till I become so worried that I get physically sick.<br /><br />Watching that video last Wednesday, my eyes were opened and I felt such a burden leave my chest. Yes, I give everything to God, but in all honesty, I am not fully <span style="font-style:italic;">trusting Him.</span> So in reality, I wasn't really giving Him anything at all! Unconsciously I was showing my doubt in His ability and giving into the fear that was mercilessly eating away at my soul. How God repeatedly sees us not for <i>what</i> we <span style="font-style:italic;">are</span> but <i>who</i> will we <i>become</i> goes so far beyond my mere human mind. <br /><br />NOTE: I am not saying that idle motion is going to get rid of the situation. God calls us to have a servant's heart. Finding discernment between our will and God's should be our goal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4vIgmnHWsIOf8z5vuhvk4SpszkWzFneqFsfyL-D27lZ3uK9keyjAkSiQLcvOoS2lpCvS3btznLJEJ9OqCub8zwruwa5tP9lqAzPZXefX8751jfY0yS0h7H5UE97EEuDLv6PGeBj1dw8O/s1600/God+trust+in+the+LORD+with+all+your+heart+isa+40_28-31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4vIgmnHWsIOf8z5vuhvk4SpszkWzFneqFsfyL-D27lZ3uK9keyjAkSiQLcvOoS2lpCvS3btznLJEJ9OqCub8zwruwa5tP9lqAzPZXefX8751jfY0yS0h7H5UE97EEuDLv6PGeBj1dw8O/s1600/God+trust+in+the+LORD+with+all+your+heart+isa+40_28-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />If we don't trust Him with one thing, are we honestly trusting Him with <span style="font-style:italic;">everything?</span> <br /><br />Blessings and much love,<br />Sarahmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-58884640033317811142011-01-07T10:02:00.001-08:002011-07-26T09:07:56.379-07:00SMS: 2010 Photography Review [Best Of]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/BRSInc/Anime/16242.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/BRSInc/Anime/16242.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />While most of us bloggers are still dwelling on reflections of 2010, I decided to put together a year-end review for my business, Sarah Marie Studios. I know quite a few of my readers are a fan of my work so I compiled my personal favorites from the 2010 shooting season. Without further adieu, here are my picks from 2010: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZiEQUAQPTqUZ7PL5oCQ2Xjxhr0EKt-Csuk_sB9A53h_RMFvsJEm1O7gkvPytSBjcAsNhxdRqPF3CDpjGuFWUGLpMZRv20NHOt3ob1OuJrHKOSGauR4F8qyC1Z4LBooqWiYGvd_G5u3HS/s1600/SMS+Bree+Senior+078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZiEQUAQPTqUZ7PL5oCQ2Xjxhr0EKt-Csuk_sB9A53h_RMFvsJEm1O7gkvPytSBjcAsNhxdRqPF3CDpjGuFWUGLpMZRv20NHOt3ob1OuJrHKOSGauR4F8qyC1Z4LBooqWiYGvd_G5u3HS/s400/SMS+Bree+Senior+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559515458339010866" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-TgZ-SmzQjqGjtl_RdmpuR4n9-5VtjUsGPqpKgKcea9IhFnZxHE3UXiDF_E2O7TNnYzBpYfagLp6-R6hyphenhyphenIwSP9CxFihHD8qQuL59u_U-arMjzHLAERFkTvQKe2Ic7SOWr-IsNi88FPsS/s1600/minion.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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<br />I didn't have time to post my 2010 re-cap note before the year was out but who said it had to be in by then? Ha!
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Greetings, 2011! Please, stay awhile.</span>
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<br />God has blessed me with the opportunity of being able to travel. Most of my life was never at one place. I have always felt like a wanderer. I know what it is like to constantly search for something--to watch from the outside of a glass window as everyone else goes about their normal lives on the other side. I have always felt like I'm looking in. However, from this unusual life experience has come many blessings. I have been able to meet people from all walks of life and have been able to hear their stories. I have witnessed the immediate aftermath of Hurricane Katrina along the coast, from New Orelands to Biloxi, MS. I have seen the beautiful Niagra Falls and have visited the slums of Juarez, Mexico as I taught vacation bible school to the children there and drew murals on the new community building. I've laughed at the ridiculous cost of a Starbucks in Ontario, Canda. I've experienced first-hand pain and disaster and I've experienced the birth of seemingly impossible new mornings that follow. I've cried with people as they've shared about their families being swept away into the sea from their home by floodwaters, I've laughed alongside the little children and I have rejoiced with those who have overcome a vast array of trials, both little and small.
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<br />I'm not afraid to hold a conversation with any type of person and I love to love on people. To those of you that know me, I love spreading color and cheer wherever I go.
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<br />I'm not trying to boast. I'm sharing how thankful I am. I'm so delighted I think I could burst!
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<br />God really showed me over the past holiday season how much my different life is really what I've always needed/wanted all along! I mean, I've always been <span style="font-style:italic;">thankful and have loved my life</span> but sometimes I have my doubts. This year I really learned the importance of being still in the midst of calamity.
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<br />2010 was yet another year of learning about myself, my relationship with my Heavenly Father, friendships, my family, and this world we live in. Isn't it great to learn? I've learned so much in the areas of mercy, grace, and love that yet it still makes me laugh when I realize that I haven't even really touched the tip of the iceberg.
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<br />As I stood in my hourglass this past year, God really revealed it to me that I need to stop focusing on the sand raining down on me, but instead changing my focus to what has yet to be done. How can I live to better glorify Him? How can I best love my enemies? Etc.
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<br />Now I'm going to share some of the best of 2010! All of these are in no order.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10 People I Met For The First Time:</span>
<br />* Joy (Spring Break in Texas)
<br />* Kale (Cleanplace Moot Writer's Conference)
<br />* Justin (Cleanplace Moot Writer's Conference)
<br />* Danielle (UoA Spring Fling)
<br />* Anna (UoA Spring Fling)
<br />* Hannah T (Homeschool Group)
<br />* Yessica (College Group)
<br />* Kristin (Cleanplace Moot Writer's Conference)
<br />* Niri (Cleanplace Moot Writer's Conference)
<br />* Cheryl (Cleanplace Moot Writer's Conference)
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10 Best Events of 2010</span>
<br />* Spring Break with Joy, Mary, Mercy, Mary, and Flynn.
<br />* Spending the entire month of June in Texas.
<br />* FINALLY seeing The Nutcracker ballet. (Of course, the fact that, Hannah, one of my favorite dancers was dancing made it TWICE as awesome.)
<br />* Laying out in the backyard where I house sit with Seriah, cuddled together, on the grass, with tons of blankets (it was freezing cold!) on us while we watched the spectacular meteor shower till the wee hours. And of course, Beau, the shitzu, licking our faces and flopping down on top of us. Haha.)
<br />* Watching the lunar eclipse with my family while Stephen played worship songs.
<br />* Spring Fling 2010 = best college carnival ever.
<br />* Tron midnight showing with AJ, Seriah, Tim, Wayne, Stephen, and Megan and in 3D! BOOYAH!
<br />* The 2010 Ignition Fashion Show and being selected to model Forever21!
<br />* Cleanplace Moot 2010.
<br />* RAGE Rock Music Festival in Phoenix, Arizona.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10 Best Moments of 2010</span>
<br />* The looks on Mary and Mercy's faces when I showed up at their front door unexpected (they didn't even know I was in the state) this past summer bearing cards and red hair. Classic.
<br />* Playing Freeze at Moot. Oh my word, I will never think of that game the same way again.
<br />* Being able to spend a lot of time with Any/Annie and do a lot of talking at Moot.
<br />* Watching anime with Any and Nikki at Moot. Then of course singing with Becca as Mary accompanied us on the piano, as well as the dance with Bree, Daer, Legolas, and Dolphin.
<br />* Getting to know my roomates, Cheryl and Niri a lot better at Moot! They are lovely women. =)
<br />* Calling Mary at RAGE, trying to find a quiet place to tell her that the men of Me In Motion remembered her and said hello. Then Mary's shocked self afterwards.
<br />* Pestering Becca at all hours with texting since she was without internet, she returned the favor. Haha.(We still do!)
<br />* Having long conversations with Mary H in the middle of the night about life and stuff. I miss being able to do that. GAH. I just miss Texas period!
<br />* Chillin' with Kalin. Going out to dinner at Pizza Hut by ourselves. I think that was one of those times that it really hit me that we were growing up.
<br />* Taking Mary, Mercy, Spencer, and Flynn out for sushi. Their first time. That seriously is going to be one of my fondest memories for life now. Hahaha. Spencer was eating it like Gollum. . .and I basically made the deal that I wouldn't tell them what it all was till they ate it.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10 Songs/Pieces that were the Most Special to Me in 2010:</span>
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Tokyo"</span> by Charmaine.
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Believe"</span> by Since October.
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Fighting Furies" </span> by Charmaine.
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"A Perfect Voice"</span> by The Classic Crime.
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Saving Josh"</span> by Trevor Morris
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Undone"</span> by FFH.
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Beautiful Ending"</span> by BarlowGirl.
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Dear X"</span> by Disciple.
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Deliver Us"</span> by Ofra Haza [Prince of Egypt Soundtrack].
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"Awake and Alive"</span> by Skillet.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10 Great Books I Read in 2010</span>
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">The Book Thief</span> by Markus Zusak (ahh, couldn't sleep! Had to read all night!)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">Uglies</span> by Scott Westerfield (I assure you, you will never think of beauty the same way again.)
<br />* span style="font-style:italic;">Artemis Fowl</span> by Eoin Colfer (Best YA book I've read in a long time. Very developed and enjoyable.)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">Relentless</span> by Robin Parrish (Seriously one of the best speculative fiction I've read.)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">The Hunger Games</span> by Susanne Collins (One of my favorites of all time now.)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">The Pawn</span> by Steven James (Love this guy. First.)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">"The Rook"</span> by Steven James (Second book and just as great as the first.)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">Boneman's Daughters</span> by Ted Dekker (I will never look at the middle east in the same way ever again.)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">Tsubasa</span> by CLAMP [manga artist/publishing group] (Beautiful work and not just the art. The characters each are so different, believable, and charming.)
<br />* <span style="font-style:italic;">A Little Princess</span> by Frances Hodgson Burnett [reread] (Ah, it was nice to read my favorite tale yet again. Never gets old.)
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<br /><span style="font-style:bold;">10 Things I Learned in 2010</span>
<br />* Patience. (I have had such an issue with this over the years)
<br />* There are times when you cannot do anymore. You need to let go and pray that, that person will make the best choices.
<br />* Perfection is unknowable. Perfection is unachievable and yet, true 'perfection' is right in front of you and you've been to busy or loud to notice.
<br />* Sleep is important.
<br />* Love isn't fair. True love is an honest pain, pain that is necessary for us to honestly comprehend it.
<br />* I hate measures and meters in music. I seriously lack the mathematical patience. (Yes Becca, you may laugh.)
<br />* While what we do defines us, how we rise to the occasion after the fall is what completes that definition.
<br />* To be still. In a blink this life is over and we get so wrapped up that we miss it.
<br />* My Meyer-Brigg's Personality type. (Haha.)
<br />* Sometimes you need to let go of things to take care of one of the most important responsibilities: your family. Even if it hurts to let go or give things up.
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10 of the the Best Photographic Memories of 2010</span>
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<br /><center>Taking the Burklins out for sushi over Spring Break. It was fun. </center>
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<br /><center>Me, Kalin, and Meagan at the Tyler mall. That's when a fifteen year old came up and asked me to prom.</center>
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<br /><center> Finally getting my senior photos done. This was in March and I wanted Mary included in my shots. </center>
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<br /><center> Every movie has to have badguys...</center>
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<br /><center>Freeze is a very fun game if played with a bunch of writers.</center>
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<br /><center>2010 Ignition Fashion Show: I got to model Forever21! (one of my favorite lines)</center>
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<br /><center>Let this be a lesson to you all. You DO NOT put The Twins together. Scary things happen.</center>
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<br /><center> Me and the lovely ladies I grew up with who still remain my dear friends, even since I've moved away.</center>
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<br /><center> Me and Annie on a walk during Moot 2010. Fun times and a dear woman! I really enjoyed her company. </center>
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<br /><center>All of the Sara[h]'s at the 2010 Cleanplace "Moot".</center>
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<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">11 Goals for 2011</span></span>
<br />* Read 250 novels.
<br />* Go to Japan finally.
<br />* Spread more color and cheer.
<br />* Get in a healthy weight range and fight diabetes.
<br />* Finally get this driving thing finished.
<br />* Finish the front-end work on my car.
<br />* Road trip with some friends.
<br />* Never loose who I am in this smoke and mirrors world.
<br />* Glorify my Savior in everything that I do.
<br />* Go on another mission trip and/or serve my community in Jesus' name.
<br />* Learn many new things, and be reminded of things that I need reminded for if the need calls.
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<br />May 2011 bring you many new adventures in Jesus Christ!
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<br />Love,
<br />Sarahmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-8618248434707970882010-10-26T15:38:00.000-07:002010-11-12T23:59:00.798-08:00Honestly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxvjmL2AlO3avTdTifYLCKpkkPSaciienHl9lKADFbwq7THV1F9_z2ayusDsaydYDVFnE0W8LpcG-FY8KM-MwzmgWB86FPK2ONu9Dh2x4V21lCVP8v0mFo-lBW7fWEzTVddayL2uW-gn8/s1600/Avatar-Mir2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxvjmL2AlO3avTdTifYLCKpkkPSaciienHl9lKADFbwq7THV1F9_z2ayusDsaydYDVFnE0W8LpcG-FY8KM-MwzmgWB86FPK2ONu9Dh2x4V21lCVP8v0mFo-lBW7fWEzTVddayL2uW-gn8/s320/Avatar-Mir2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538875656112380370" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />If you don't see the real me, you won't see what mercy's done<br />If you don't see my weakness, you won't see what love has won<br />If you don't see the distance, from the darkness to the sun<br />you wont see, honestly.</span><br /><br />Those are lyrics from VOTA's song <span style="font-style:italic;">Honestly</span>. It is a beautiful song that totally peels back the layers of the listener's soul; teaching us a fact or two about ourselves. What are we keeping bottled up? What masks are we wearing?<br /><br />As I listened to it, I felt my layers being pulled away. All of it. I know that sounds extremely weird, but this is a beauty of art. It effects each and every one of us differently. Different mediums, different artists, different themes, different viewer/listeners. I'm artsy myself, so my mind does like to see things even weirder generally. <br /><br />While I was listening I felt myself break down. I didn't cry, but I felt really exposed, if that makes sense. God really showed me two things I need to be honest with myself about and honest with those who care for my well being. <br /><br />One: <span style="font-style:italic;">I am struggling with hate.</span><br /><br />Over this past summer I've had two instances where I have been betrayed. This isn't the first time I've been betrayed, but it was really personal this time because the persons involved really acted like they cared about me, my family, and what went on in our lives. One of these instances especially hurt because said persons got close to my family, their only intent of using information gathered (mainly from my father's business) against us to profit themselves. I was physically sick after finding out. What made it worse is that I was out of town in Houston for business with my father, so I couldn't be with my family. It stabbed my family more that the people from both instances went to our church. People we thought we could trust and in the end, we have been made out as the bad people here and everyday I am in a battle with my flesh to not lose my temper. To treat my enemies in love like God commanded us. <br /><br />I walk into church every Saturday night having to face them and myself. To resist the urge to want to yell at them (I know, very mature), to stand there and proclaim all the wrongs <span style="font-style:italic;">they</span> did to us because no one has either heard our side of the story, or they don't care to because said people are very respected. <br /><br />I'm not trying to sound melodramatic. I'm not trying to seek attention here. I'm merely being honest, because I feel that I need to. Its not fair that I keep my flaws hidden from the world, or that I not allow those who care for me to help me because of my pride or fear. <br /><br />It's hard, because I try to do as God commands and treat people with love. Because, I do believe love <span style="font-style:italic;">is</span> and always <span style="font-style:italic;">will be</span> the answer to a multitude of problems. Unconditional love. Love free of biased views, hate, hidden agendas, etc. Free love.<br /><br />What do I gain by hating someone other than injuring my spirit and my internal body by the harmful adrenaline (designed as a natural survival instinct, whereas too much is harmful) that my anger creates? To smile and say a kind word, or to think kind thoughts to the person is the most powerful and beneficial thing one could do. But this is where sin is allowed in. This is where our flesh, that vapory voice whispers in your ear that it is okay. An eye for an eye, right? <br /><br />A dear friend said once, <span style="font-style:italic;">"You can't truly treat others in love if you don't have love inside you."</span> Talk about hitting the mark! I didn't tell her till months later how much that quote has really stuck with me since. Every time I start to feel that hate build up again, God always, without fail, pops that quote into my head, like a huge red WARNING sign. <br /><br />So yes, hate was allowed into my heart like a silent disease and I have fought it since. But you know what? Along with that hate, God gave me a way out: a chance to grow from this. A chance to embrace love and use it's humble power. Sure, life is tough, but in the end, what did you take away from that experience? How did you react, and in the end, how did you respond later? Now <span style="font-style:italic;">this</span> lasts a lifetime. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG8Ul4YV4lBjDuBjn9MY5yr7wE30u3PX0Oclc-ISkOTV-7Mov5QbT6NKADHgDdI8lk3_w0YquPXEWKTKQbBKl4SQ0i5S3UBvV-oY4UpAt4YF68Rmk4ZySeZ7dNPQeqPaO3SNjRV64dQu5V/s1600/Mir2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG8Ul4YV4lBjDuBjn9MY5yr7wE30u3PX0Oclc-ISkOTV-7Mov5QbT6NKADHgDdI8lk3_w0YquPXEWKTKQbBKl4SQ0i5S3UBvV-oY4UpAt4YF68Rmk4ZySeZ7dNPQeqPaO3SNjRV64dQu5V/s320/Mir2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538877147730561138" /></a><br /><br />Two: <span style="font-style:italic;">I am struggling with self-esteem/appearance.</span><br /><br />I don't want this confused with self-worth. Please. That is not what I am struggling with.<br /><br />I've been realizing lately that I've developed a fear of looking at myself in the mirror outside of putting make-up on (of which, I'll address in a little bit). Its not that I don't feel beautiful, because I know that I am; God made me that way. I feel <span style="font-style:italic;">gross</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">disgusting</span>. My weight is out of control and I feel ashamed at myself. I feel don't like going out at times after I see myself in the mirror. Never have I been a fan of much snack or junk food, nor do I spend my days sitting around like people are quick to assume. My problem is that I enjoy good food (mainly breads) and I tend to eat when I'm stressed if I don't watch myself. I envy my siblings who have a high metabolism, though I never have really let them know that. <br /><br />I maintained a weight of 170 for a good two years and then when I tried to lose weight starting back in June, it decided to plummet upwards. When I weighed myself the other day and got 200 I just broke down and sobbed. Its not like I'm super obese or have flabby fat, but I'm at the point where I need to decide to get my life in order. I'm <span style="font-style:italic;">trying</span> though, so I suppose that counts, right?<br /><br />Secondly, diabetes runs in my family, among other things. If I don't get my weight in order there is a strong possibility I will acquire these diseases. Outside of weight/food issues, I am a pretty healthy person. I only get sick three times (at most) a year, generally two. I'm a clean and tidy person and I always have hand sanitizer and a first aid kit in my purse. <br /><br /><br />So mainly, I feel <span style="font-style:italic;">ashamed</span>. I don't feel like I'm not beautiful, just . . . <span style="font-style:italic;">embarrassed</span>. I don't want to be stick-thin or anything. I just want to be a healthy weight.<br /><br />As for make-up. Most days I don't wear any, but there are times where I like to have some fun and wear some. Make-up to me is yet another medium for my art. I've worn long and glittery eyelashes, bold and bright colors of eye-shadows, designs drawn on my face, etc. I do not believe one needs make up to be beautiful. It is an <span style="font-style:italic;">art form</span>.<br /><br />One more thing I need to bring up. Last week I mentioned that I did something "daring." Indeed I did. Allow me to explain:<br /><br />I love my long hair. I feel like an elvish princess with it and I love having people brush and play with it. However, I also used my hair as a security shield if need be. Days when I wasn't feeling great in the confidence department I could leave it down and significantly minimize the view around me. I'm not saying EVERY day I had my hair down I was having a bad day (I love the feel of hair on my back) but it was always an option. Days when I felt like I could take on the world I could pull my hair completely back. Sometimes I'd even cheat on drama performances and leave it down and be able to avoid seeing the audience, especially if I had a bad week or needed to eliminate distractions. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE to perform in front of people, but sometimes one just feels overwhelmed. <br /><br />(DISCLAIMER: I am not stating having long hair is a bad thing. I LOVE long hair. This is just personal notes from <span style="font-style:italic;">my</span> experience(s))<br /><br />So, when mom presented the idea of getting something done with my hair last week, I decided to step out on the track of an emotional roller coaster and do it. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlZVoicqFqnN0eQsJ2-g_QP05fnTfAkwILx59_6J5OQ0gb-CQ_NIEFuM9HiwOao3u-N-uOSCqiwGlZkPlbDVMR1GSpokl9Y5ZObJEJUpN3fUky0xz_v0jxs0u90OFqD9QDKKO1Sfbs26c/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-08+at+00.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlZVoicqFqnN0eQsJ2-g_QP05fnTfAkwILx59_6J5OQ0gb-CQ_NIEFuM9HiwOao3u-N-uOSCqiwGlZkPlbDVMR1GSpokl9Y5ZObJEJUpN3fUky0xz_v0jxs0u90OFqD9QDKKO1Sfbs26c/s320/Photo+on+2010-11-08+at+00.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538911988534133810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1Fj50gj52kn-JxNl7tyobjtTpmawujtZlAedlKlEAdz0Q4HyId3QDScxfcBevh9ng0astQ8Kaj-sx-M9ESxVK0n5BKG_zpLYKt8hXyc4ezdL_EkOmuv2YxVwkZ2qzwEp3L9kvkX2Q-tJ/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-08+at+00.11+%25232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1Fj50gj52kn-JxNl7tyobjtTpmawujtZlAedlKlEAdz0Q4HyId3QDScxfcBevh9ng0astQ8Kaj-sx-M9ESxVK0n5BKG_zpLYKt8hXyc4ezdL_EkOmuv2YxVwkZ2qzwEp3L9kvkX2Q-tJ/s320/Photo+on+2010-11-08+at+00.11+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538911983048683106" /></a><br /><br />The result? My "anime" hair as my siblings call it. It is so light and easier to brush and it really does remind me of an anime character. I just wanted something a reasonable length with some body to it with layers. I love the layers on my new hairstyle and how I cannot hide my face anymore.<br /><br />It took only fifteen minutes and the entire time I fought off tears. But you know what? Hair grows back (mine grows really fast, actually) and I think it was about time for a change. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Let the light escape <br />From these holes inside my soul<br />When I start to break<br />Then grace begins to flow<br />Let the light escape <br />From this wounded place inside my soul<br />Honestly</span><br /><br />Much love,<br />Mir/Sarahmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-46140477053465156882009-12-31T16:29:00.000-08:002009-12-31T19:26:04.250-08:002009: A hurricane and a rainbow of a whirlwind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxYLzNsnF6U-w0JcH5UoFPHvSYQMd56dm0JsbZ0nMkVuc4xGiwJ_Oos0xgRTPhs9IVhM88uL4eMO_UBLPmQ4pE6IVY2l_m1XeNto88laO4hd2lFOzcZpsNo_txfuxakQ4pir6zG0G_GQ1/s1600-h/sarah3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxYLzNsnF6U-w0JcH5UoFPHvSYQMd56dm0JsbZ0nMkVuc4xGiwJ_Oos0xgRTPhs9IVhM88uL4eMO_UBLPmQ4pE6IVY2l_m1XeNto88laO4hd2lFOzcZpsNo_txfuxakQ4pir6zG0G_GQ1/s320/sarah3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421564668112267858" /></a><br />Hello everyone,<br /><br />In light of the fact that 2010 is a mere four hours or less away in my time zone, I figured I'd pause and review the year of 2009 in my life.<br /><br />My friend Mary Burklin came up with the note structure and I have modified it a little. I hope that you enjoy my look back at 2009. <br /><br /><br /><br />The 9 Best [Or Most Memorable] Events of 2009 (in no order):<br />1. 2009 CleanPlace Moot<br />2. Modest is Hottest Fashion Show<br />3. Graduating highschool<br />4. Becca's visit in late June/Early July <br />5. Me visiting Becca in Northern Cali. My first time up in that area of CA, it was so pretty.<br />6. Going caving with Becca on both visits<br />7. Seeing the Hoover Dam.<br />8. Watching the meteor shower during Moot with Wolfo, Riv, Raen, Nia, Twinkie, Telpe, Becca, and whoever else I can't remember. :oops:<br />9. Watching my little sister grow into a young woman and get a purity ring and attend the father-daughter ball. Time goes by way too fast.<br /><br />The 9 Favorite Albums of 2009:<br />1. <span style="font-style:italic;">Awake</span> by Skillet<br />2. <span style="font-style:italic;">Confessions</span> by Pillar<br />3. <span style="font-style:italic;">Innocence and Instinct</span> by Red <br />4. <span style="font-style:italic;">Momento Mori</span> by Flyleaf <br />5. <span style="font-style:italic;">Welcome to The Masquerade</span> by Thousand Foot Krutch<br />6. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ocean Eyes</span> by Owl City<br />7. <span style="font-style:italic;">Love and War</span> by BarlowGirl<br />8. <span style="font-style:italic;">It Is Well</span> by Kutless<br />9. <span style="font-style:italic;">Over and Underneath</span> by Tenth Avenue North<br /><br />The 9 Best Places I Visited in 2009:<br />1. Redding, CA<br />2. Shasta Caverns<br />3. Colorado Springs, CO<br />4. Denver, CO<br />5. Chipotle in Colorado Springs--blame you After-Mooters for this one.<br />6. Colossal Caves<br />7. Desert Museum in Tucson, AZ<br />8. The Fair<br />9. San Francisco <br /><br />The 9 Best Things About School in 2009:<br />1. Learning new things<br />2. The ability to do it online=flexibility<br />3. :. . .<br />4. :. . . .<br />5. :. . . . .<br />6. :. . . . . .<br />7. :. . . . . . .<br />8. :. . . . . . . .<br />9. : . . no sleep? :P<br /><br />9 Awesome People I Met for the First Time in 2009 (in no order) :<br />1. Jordan (Rivus)<br />2. Daeriel <br />3. Bree<br />4. Mr & Mrs Johnson<br />5. Mylla and her Mom<br />6. Celeris <br />7. Sara Ronhovde <br />8. RainbowPixels<br />9. Balto<br /><br />The 9 Songs that were the Most Special to Me in 2009:<br />1. <span style="font-style:italic;">Awake and Alive</span> by Skillet<br />2. <span style="font-style:italic;">Cassie (Acoustic)</span> by Flyleaf<br />3. <span style="font-style:italic;">Sing Me A Love Song</span> by BarlowGirl<br />4. <span style="font-style:italic;">Arise</span> by Flyleaf<br />5. <span style="font-style:italic;">Never Surrender</span> by Skillet<br />6. <span style="font-style:italic;">Hero</span> by Skillet<br />7. <span style="font-style:italic;">Lion</span> by Rebecca St James<br />8. <span style="font-style:italic;">Miss Invisible</span> by Marie Digby<br />9. <span style="font-style:italic;">Shadows</span> by Red<br /><br />My 9 Personal Favorite Photos from events in 2009 [click for Full-sized]:<br />1. Moot 2009 with two of my close friendds, Becca and Kendra <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFk5QjDeUHhyphenhyphenSnDfVZR8mR4avN5RTMSZVjweAZC9k2nQbUricRfjEe9VA3_a2dYFlwHZOwh5jBycat7UQaYaydtS8JUz2ezNJwi9acifHiqZFZkUwrTDGlIFCIC2aAoNuhl49qR20ArkX/s1600-h/Sarah1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFk5QjDeUHhyphenhyphenSnDfVZR8mR4avN5RTMSZVjweAZC9k2nQbUricRfjEe9VA3_a2dYFlwHZOwh5jBycat7UQaYaydtS8JUz2ezNJwi9acifHiqZFZkUwrTDGlIFCIC2aAoNuhl49qR20ArkX/s320/Sarah1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421583602069614690" /></a><br />2. Me and Mary, a very dear friend that I grew up with in Texas. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEek1Ka2ONvGjNB8W6lQC4Mdt339XagY1R9efDSPRUsiQ5hbt7AfrX2OB5gGn2tx8NUizEDNaqWsPoj48c-gxuB4CI_urEdvISpwYNWly3ew6IvKg8_XpZt1F9BzRalVlKPsqW5BfsaBCH/s1600-h/sarah8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEek1Ka2ONvGjNB8W6lQC4Mdt339XagY1R9efDSPRUsiQ5hbt7AfrX2OB5gGn2tx8NUizEDNaqWsPoj48c-gxuB4CI_urEdvISpwYNWly3ew6IvKg8_XpZt1F9BzRalVlKPsqW5BfsaBCH/s320/sarah8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421585175419212002" /></a><br />3. Me with Becca, Dae, and Mary.: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-b1C-IZdMWN4E6PzH0rPlDY_FzzHVllh6rdtmZza9CdF7xGWWtaKuC1jecXBNrn5kv8_0bffmQ9fEZxvYcAxtOu059aGsPBMH8XZ6pY5FAQipfVddp7ChzvR4Ub-solWVifI1UKu3GnK/s1600-h/sarah4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-b1C-IZdMWN4E6PzH0rPlDY_FzzHVllh6rdtmZza9CdF7xGWWtaKuC1jecXBNrn5kv8_0bffmQ9fEZxvYcAxtOu059aGsPBMH8XZ6pY5FAQipfVddp7ChzvR4Ub-solWVifI1UKu3GnK/s320/sarah4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421584321913867122" /></a><br />4. Me and my artist friend (and one of my Moot 2009 roomates) Legolas [Rachel].<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugeMqqfGmZl7wMRV_TrubdueCn6xQ7iqJphez1i-EZk1DatYrxe2vnOc00_29KFi_WsbB7wcxvdohAaYwUh7nFkU37anirU9kOyyEiJFshuNNN_ZcLMwt0861dPKxTMDeIn3B6gpePujK/s1600-h/sarah9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugeMqqfGmZl7wMRV_TrubdueCn6xQ7iqJphez1i-EZk1DatYrxe2vnOc00_29KFi_WsbB7wcxvdohAaYwUh7nFkU37anirU9kOyyEiJFshuNNN_ZcLMwt0861dPKxTMDeIn3B6gpePujK/s320/sarah9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421586213176749122" /></a><br />5. Me visiting my "sister" Becca in Nov. Pic from Shasta Caverns.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiV6S-_4wB1XDuhyphenhyphenLQmEb3jTYtsqehIigZSA4YY8ruNJdQTNmwk0kxbnhbJlcd0-Ji-m1SSGwZIVRHmTpARoKefvjgyTMuIq6VBGrelZUQrLDZUt8RNktcqzPErvJFaux7HoFlyHrSWWAd/s1600-h/sarah11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiV6S-_4wB1XDuhyphenhyphenLQmEb3jTYtsqehIigZSA4YY8ruNJdQTNmwk0kxbnhbJlcd0-Ji-m1SSGwZIVRHmTpARoKefvjgyTMuIq6VBGrelZUQrLDZUt8RNktcqzPErvJFaux7HoFlyHrSWWAd/s320/sarah11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421586643677744594" /></a><br />6. Graduated! Ha! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn31R8FplXwlEGS4Z5AxXnnIZnSGCY24dpeYwkhaZWmbPywrGamW4_vri03mgX3WXqG0KnE3uJQvZEM1eIGPLkgL_c5-9eERaBc5RMCiASMrCvb56rrp-R8qFziD3LjAGqDH0cSQEJtkd/s1600-h/sarah12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyn31R8FplXwlEGS4Z5AxXnnIZnSGCY24dpeYwkhaZWmbPywrGamW4_vri03mgX3WXqG0KnE3uJQvZEM1eIGPLkgL_c5-9eERaBc5RMCiASMrCvb56rrp-R8qFziD3LjAGqDH0cSQEJtkd/s320/sarah12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421587395960285970" /></a><br />7. Pic from the fair in April. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaHuozH81WrvZT8Oztrlg11jUVo5JyU1y4H2OqPObXvc39lsi0Jl_M2SaX5DwwBl9XG1T0cQykdKIKcQ2VR7vOXY736_1tMYVrmIyJ1Y_y71ezg_GRi9nvRSTMr3u_642RTAx44s2pokG/s1600-h/sarah15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaHuozH81WrvZT8Oztrlg11jUVo5JyU1y4H2OqPObXvc39lsi0Jl_M2SaX5DwwBl9XG1T0cQykdKIKcQ2VR7vOXY736_1tMYVrmIyJ1Y_y71ezg_GRi9nvRSTMr3u_642RTAx44s2pokG/s320/sarah15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421587802990326098" /></a><br />8. Me and my sisters minus Saige for the fashion show we did with Ignition Project and Crisis Pregnancy Centers on Modesty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3ebW8oa1CUFGG7a8Ptsd5SStbZbcHFbDpRlc4dIc7PISylDza4eQEjPor_E_Nc8ZunOYcVrzC_Sjv3sWIrP72WnyQpDqUTXz2ip6rXyQCCtutpvJ4IBAN6wenGiwNyfODxHUZ7-RaNM9/s1600-h/sarah14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3ebW8oa1CUFGG7a8Ptsd5SStbZbcHFbDpRlc4dIc7PISylDza4eQEjPor_E_Nc8ZunOYcVrzC_Sjv3sWIrP72WnyQpDqUTXz2ip6rXyQCCtutpvJ4IBAN6wenGiwNyfODxHUZ7-RaNM9/s320/sarah14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421588102767606402" /></a><br />9. This picture was so perfect that it needed no caption. Me and Lissi.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNTqMHJCuWcIQxVbfwDTH6ZBLWlt8h4HFZ2_a3Fbz7PW8gPNYi6YU8TIZGDGFrQRk3nuE6RK3jtwkNkHe2JfFYTY3QsXV-E-skqMXah5EGohqhFRBAVNUddGQGIgmCvSb_rIwTihC2Ti0/s1600-h/sarah6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglNTqMHJCuWcIQxVbfwDTH6ZBLWlt8h4HFZ2_a3Fbz7PW8gPNYi6YU8TIZGDGFrQRk3nuE6RK3jtwkNkHe2JfFYTY3QsXV-E-skqMXah5EGohqhFRBAVNUddGQGIgmCvSb_rIwTihC2Ti0/s320/sarah6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421588479818114274" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />9 Good Books I Read in 2009:<br />1. <span style="font-style:italic;">Hunger Games</span> by Susan Collins<br />2. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Rook</span> by Steven James<br />3. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Divine Dance</span> by Shannon Kubiak<br />4. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Book of Honor</span> by Ted Gup<br />5. <span style="font-style:italic;">A Time to Dance</span> by Karen something :P<br />6. <span style="font-style:italic;">A Time to Embrace</span> by Karen. I'm sorry I forgot her last name.<br />7. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Prophet (reread through)</span> by Frank Peretti <br />8.<span style="font-style:italic;">Kiss</span> by Ted DekKer<br />9. <span style="font-style:italic;">The Complete Idiot's Guide to Drawing Manga, Illustrated</span> by John Layman<br /><br /><br />9 Miscellaneous Things I Learned in 2009:<br />1. Trust in God. He's the only thing that will keep your life sane.<br />2. Never take every second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year for granted. <br />3. Even if you don't think anyone is watching your life, that's not true, someone is <span style="font-style:italic;">always</span> looking up to you.<br />4. When someone glares at you, smile, it might make their day and change their attitude around.<br />5. Art is fun, and is a lot of what I do.<br />6. Never look for clothing hangers in the fridge. You wont find them. <br />7. Traveling is one of my passions. <br />8. My parents are awesome, even when we have differences.<br />9. Siblings are tough, but they'll always be there when you need them most. Not to mention that they're really protective. . .<br /><br />I hope you enjoyed the above! Now, in honor of 2010, here's 10 things that are my goals in the next year.<br /><br />10 Things To Do in 2010:<br />1. Finally get my drivers license. <br />2. Visit Tokyo, Japan<br />3. Travel to Texas again.<br />4. Attend Moot again this year.<br />5. Start my own writers group for writers in Tucson area.<br />6. Grow closer to my friends and God.<br />7. Sing more.<br />8. Take mom to Moot with me. :ninja: CP friends, I need your help with this. :P :6: *had an idea*<br />9. Draw much more.<br />10. Lose 50 pounds (not for looks, just healthwise).<br /><br />I hope you guys--and gals--enjoyed reading my post. Have a happy and blessed New Years! And for those of my older friends. I know I don't really have to say it, but I'm going to say it anyways (you know my safety side):<br /> <br />If you're drinking tonight, please do not drive home. Have a designated driver.<br /><br />Enjoy the New Years!<br /><br />-Sarahmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-78574305839721266292009-11-22T12:33:00.000-08:002009-11-22T13:28:29.304-08:00Thoughts on Twilight and the Craze<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyMadfzjSgnbTFLL6y3rpBUrruy1bftT2Z0nPP3N9_tKuqjiqOtzIm-KfWCI8bYjl5dfk-rxBMouSXRjFIzzZANIUz-m5RdQYtZ6b8h5xKM8oB59QK7OUG3EQIxOc9BGDaUmkyeC5YDkZ/s1600/twilight-us-dvd.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyMadfzjSgnbTFLL6y3rpBUrruy1bftT2Z0nPP3N9_tKuqjiqOtzIm-KfWCI8bYjl5dfk-rxBMouSXRjFIzzZANIUz-m5RdQYtZ6b8h5xKM8oB59QK7OUG3EQIxOc9BGDaUmkyeC5YDkZ/s400/twilight-us-dvd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407029775016943682" /></a><br />To start this post off, I have something to say:<br /><br />I have seen this movie.<br /><br />Now, before you judge me, please read the entire post.<br /><br />Firstly, I did not like the movie or what I read of the books (I probably couldn't say much more on these novels unless I read them all. Of which, I don't plan on doing.). I tend to take an analogy view to Hollywood these days. There is rarely a time I come across a "good" wholesome movie by mine, or others, standards. This is, after all, a secular market. When I watch movies I tend to ask myself these questions "What is the main point that they are trying to get across?", "What are they [directors/writers] using to get that point across?", "What are the positive themes?", etc.<br /><br />I started to read the book nearly a year and a half ago just to see what the hype was about, but I felt like God told me to stop and I did. I recently watched the movie. I waited nearly a year, mind you, so that I could review it honestly and not be considered part of the "trend". Don't worry, I have no intention of joining the ranks of thousands of screaming tween and teen girls over Jacob, Edward, or the whole Twilight franchise.<br /><br />Twilight does have some positive messages, like family and sacrifice. But there are some things that I can't just overlook. For example: this is a dark subject. Although the movie wasn't as dark as I had expected, it still deals with a dark topic. Vampires and Werewolves. <br /><br />Overall, the movie was okay. The acting was terrible, so was the dialogue. Some of the effects were nice, and the character(s) I really only halfway cared for was Edward's family and their close-knit care for each other. I did wish I would've done something else with my time by the end of it. No, I'm not trying to bash those of my friends who enjoy it. It just wasn't for me, topic or cinematic wise.<br /><br />Secondly, I do wonder why so many Christians are drawn to it--once again, I am NOT bashing, just sharing--I was quite surprised actually. Doesn't God tell us to not be of the world? No, I'm not saying there's something wrong with liking a great movie or anything, because I'd already be condemned if this was the case. It's just when some people--not all of those who like Twilight, I realize this--take it to an obsessive new level. It seems like at least half of the stores in every mall I've been in over the past year are lined with Twilight merchandise and various other merchandise from vampire, zombie, and werewolves movies, games, and books. I've even seen tween girls that fantasize that this [Edward/Jacob/Twilight] is real. What is it with our culture's sudden obsession with the undead?<br /><br />In the end it all comes down to this: you know your limits, and you know what God has convicted you of not doing, watching, or listening to. You are the ultimate decider of what you subject or expose yourself to. Pray about it. Consider what you do subject yourself to. <br /><br />Here's a parting verse for you,<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life. "<br /><br />Proverbs 4:23</span><br /><br />Have a blessed day and happy theater going! <br /><br />-Sarahmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-49835783044251172382009-10-09T16:04:00.000-07:002009-10-09T21:59:18.626-07:00Review: I Know Why The Angels Dance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yK_k6iBFvyM/Sru3QzwsdRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5GnuDX1U3-c/s400/AngelsDanceCoverSmall.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yK_k6iBFvyM/Sru3QzwsdRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5GnuDX1U3-c/s400/AngelsDanceCoverSmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><b>I Know Why The Angels Dance</b><br />Written by<i> Bryan Davis </i>.<br /><br />I have one thing to say to any of you that are wanting to pick up this novel: <br /><br />Very powerful; you will cry, and you will never view life in the same way again.<br /><br />Mr Davis does a wonderful job of telling a story of death but greater yet, life, from two families perspectives. This is a cleverly crafted story that crosses the line between the seen and the unseen, between death and life, between grief and hope. <br /><br />It tells the tale of two families--one of faith and one with none--who both deal with unspeakable loss. Through deep darkness surrounding these trying times, the faith of a twelve year old girl reaches through the darkness. Her child-like innocence, genuine heart and bold faith in the unseen pierces this darkness, touching and changing many lives. <br /><br />By the end of reading <i>I Know Why The Angels Dance</i> you will question how you view life. It will have you cherishing your family and all that you have. You will be grateful, and you will also experience genuine hope and faith from a child's eyes like never before.<br /><br />Do <i>you</i> know why the angels dance?miruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7922388186038120840.post-78779584588560689132009-10-09T15:51:00.001-07:002009-10-09T15:53:55.694-07:00I'm sure you noticed. . .. . .that you are reading a new blog. Yes, I did create a new one due to the fact the other review one I was doing died and I wanted to combine concepts from my other blogs.<br /><br />I now introduce to you <span style="font-style:italic;">From A Writer's Heart</span>, my new blog that will list book reviews (Christian and secular), poems I've written, and just general things that inspire me and etc. <br /><br />I hope you enjoy this blog in the coming months.<br /><br />Have a blessed weekend,<br /><br />-Sarahmiruialiel.eternalprincesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14737451401609335840noreply@blogger.com0