Entries from November 2017

Thursday, November 16th, 2017

The Phantom Tollbooth- Critical Edition

The first text that I thought of for a critical edition is one of my childhood favorites- The Phantom Tollbooth. When we explored the Lands Beyond with Milo in my fifth grade reading group, our discussion centered on Norton Juster’s critique of the American attitude. I’m not entirely sure where my critical edition will lead […]

Saturday, November 11th, 2017

The Snake

(Page 22 in my copy) As we examined the hole with two entrances, I decided to take a look to the left of me, to a large rock just outside of arms reach. The sight which greeted me chilled me to my core and I couldn’t help but let out a scream of terror. Laying […]

Thursday, November 9th, 2017

Thinking of Home

Book I, Chapter VI from Antonia’s perspective One lovely fall afternoon, Jim and I settled on the bank by the badger’s den for our reading lesson. By this time I knew nearly all the English I needed to talk about nearly anything with Jim, and as we sat in a patch of sunlight, he told […]

Thursday, November 9th, 2017

Negotiating the Terms

Pg 148 from Ambrosch’s perspective, (although he most likely would not be thinking in English) I scan the fields and watch Ántonia work. By now, she is strong with lean, farmer’s muscles. Her determination to be outside with the plants is not something that surprises me. My father’s extra love and admiration for her sparked […]

Thursday, November 9th, 2017

Lena’s Visit (pg. 260-261)- a Hidden Motivation

“I think I’d better go home and look after Ántonia,” he said. How annoying that he still cared for her. “I think you had.” I looked up at him with a slight grin, hiding my disdain for the girl. “It’s a good thing the Harlings are friendly with her again. Larry’s afraid of them. They […]

Thursday, November 9th, 2017

July on the Prarie

Book 1 Ch 19 from Antonia’s perspective It was July on the prairie, and the heat was relentless. During this time, I was confined to work in the kitchen with Mrs. Burden; however, my favorite part of the day was when, in the morning, Jim and I would go to the garden and collect vegetables […]

Thursday, November 9th, 2017

Conversation by the Sandbar

p. 228-229 from Àntonia’s perspective: I was sitting on the lower shelf of the bank when I looked up at the sound of footsteps and saw Jim. I smiled at him, but he must have known I had been crying. He slid down beside me and asked me what was the matter. “It makes me homesick, […]