Book review "The Phoenix"

        In this activity I made a book review of the short story, "The Phoenix" by Sylvia Townsend Warner. Here I leave you my work:

    The Phoenix was written by Sylvia Townsend Warner in 1940. It is set in England, during the Second World War.

        It is based on a noble man's life called Lord Strawberry. He was the owner of an aviary. His dream was to get the exotic bird, The Phoenix, he even had a cage specially for it. This bird was only found in Arabia. So Lord Strawberry decided to go himself to look it, because he was tired that his agents always brought him the wrong bird. He found it and went back home to England. He took care of it until he died after the Second World War. So after some money issues the bird ended in Mr. Poldero's hands, the owner of Poldero's Wizard Wonderland. But Poldero wasn't the pefect owner. He abused the bird just to earn money, but the bird stayed calm during all the time he abused of it. But in the end the bird took revenge in the most unexpected way. 
      In relation with what we get to know about each character is:
Lord Strawberry was a british noble man who had a big ambition for birds, he died penniless after the Second World War, he was pacient (we get to know this when he went to look for the bird) and he had independant thoughts. Other character is Poldero, he had an abition for money, he was evil, also he was materialis (we can see this when he abuse the bird) and he use nature for it comfort. Finally the main character, the Phoenix, it is a marbelous arabian bird, it was a lonley bird, quiet, unique, exotic, clam and it was abuse by Poldero..
       To sum up, I think that the story is very intresting and is a clear example of the man-nature situation. I would defenitly recommend this book because of the imagination of the author. 

Alcoholic family

     For our final task we had to write a story of 200-250 words. But the story had to end with the sentence "That was the last time he/she ever saw them". So here I leave you my work.

   It was the year 1995 in England. There lived a common girl called Jennifer Smith. But what people didn't know was that she had a terrible family problem. Her parents were alcoholic. Apart from that, she didn't have any brother or sister and she had to stay alone most of the frightened nights because her parents went out to go to bars. She literally didn't talk to her parents. A typical talk with her mother was, "Sandy can you pass the bottle?" her mother said, Jennifer could smell the alcohol, "My name is not Sandy it is Jennife and I'm your daugther!" shouted Jenny, "Whatever, pass the bottle" Jenny gave her the bottle angrily. She never talked with her father. Eventhough she had lots of friends, she didn't talk with anyone about her problem. 

     But one day something changed. When she went back form school her parents were kind to her. When she passed through the door and her mother happily said "Jennifer how are you?" she was impressed, sha had never seen her so happy or even sober. Her fahter talked to her for the first time. She had a really good time, she laughted with her parents. She thought that everything would change, until the night came. Her mother shouted at her "Jenny we are going to Moe's," the bar where they always go. She realized things would never change. She had dinner and she went to sleep. The next morning she was surprised that she didn't hear noises when they went back. She went to their room. The wardrobe was with the door opened and with no clothes. They had left her. She was angry and sad. She realized that that night was the last time she ever saw them. 

Alcohol 

A lonley girl

Diary Entry

    In this task we have to write a diary entry related to the poem "For my Grandmother Knitting" by Liz Lochhead. We had to write as if we were the grandmother form the poem, inculding the information that the poem provides to us.

May, 15 2015

Dear diary:

            Today was a typical Sunday. My family came today and we spent a beautiful time together, and Liz, my little angel, she is so grown up, I love her. I knitted lots of things today, I knitted a blue scarf for my handsome son Pablo, a green sweater for my lovely daughter-in law Gabriela and for my little angel Liz I knitted some purple gloves. My useless hands are hurting me a lot. Maybe I don't have the best relationship with them, they always criticize me and I always get angry but I love them, and by knitting I try to show that.

             But today Pablo told me "Stop knitting there is no need". That shocked me. There's no need? Are they serious? They don't understand me. Knitting is the only way to show them that I love them, my hands are useless, old and arthritic. Knitting is the only thing I can do. Of course I would love to be again that young fisher girl, I used to be, that bride, that mother of six that can do everything with just her two hands but I can't. I will not stop knitting! That is the only way to show them my love, they will have to understand that I will not stop knitting! Whether they like it or not.

                                   Kisses

                                                    Good night.