“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.” – Orwell, George. Animal Farm. New York: Harcourt, Brace, 1954. Print.
“Four legs good, two legs bad.” – Orwell, George. Animal Farm. New York: Harcourt, Brace, 1954. Print.
Power is a virus. One that can hurt, heal, and destroy everything in its path. To rise to power from nothing but ashes could be hard or simple. But once you obtain it, there is no escaping the wrath of power, the undying want for it. This is where those with power must realize that it is not something to be taken for granted. If we do, the outcome is the same – corruption. There are those who thirst for power, and live off it until it devours them from the inside. Selfishness, manipulativeness, and unforgiveness all are symptoms of this deadly virus. Napoleon has showed all of these symptoms in many different ways.
He exiled Snowball to get rid of all competition that threatened his rank at the farm. Once Snowball was gone, Napoleon immediately stepping into the leader position and ordering everyone around.
After that, Napoleon accused Snowball of being a traitor and spy, working with Mr. Jones all along. And surprisingly many of the animals are fooled.
Napoleon kept all the windblown apples and milk to himself, claiming that since he is the smartest, he needs the most food to “succeed in his duties” and make sure that Mr. Jones doesn’t come back. This shows the first stepping stones of his selfishness.
Napoleon also started wearing clothes, sleeping in a bed, standing on two feet, and trading with humans in the outside world. He also starts to live in the same place that Mr. Jones used to live, starting to do everything that Mr. Jones used to do. After a while, Napoleon uses the nine young dogs to control and kill those who decide to oppose him or that have “had contact” with Snowball. Even if the reason was not believable.
Eventually, the pigs become more and more similar to the humans they had once overthrown. The commandments of Animalism slowly change, becoming more and more suited to the pig’s actions, such as drinking alcohol and killing the other animals. It changes so much that in the end, the only commandment left on the wall is,
This proves that he has total control over the farm. The last paragraph also makes the corruption from power clear,
I guess that the question we’re left with is: Why would one want all this power? The answer seems obvious at first, but when we think about it, absolute power does not give its bearer true happiness, love, or life-long fulfillment. Instead, it will only bring misery, distrust in others, and a constant paranoia of losing power. Is having power really worth all that pain?
Brain frame for this post:
“If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.” – Dashner, James. The Maze Runner. Somerset: Chicken House, 2014. Print.
“I don’t trust anybody. Not anybody. And the more that I care about someone, the more sure I am they’re going to get tired of me and take off.” – Rowell, Rainbow. Fangirl. New York: St. Martin’s, 2013. Print.
This book has touched on so many subjects that I can relate to. The feelings portrayed in the story are written so basically anyone can relate to them. One of the feelings I can relate to is not fitting in, how Cath felt like when she first started college, like this summer, when I joined a performing arts summer camp. I had originally participated in this camp two years ago and had stopped, but since I was free this summer, I decided to perform again. However, the friends I had made two years ago had left and I felt out of place, especially at the audition, where old friends started hugging one another all around me. Or the other feeling of growing apart from a sibling, like how Cath felt when she and Wren started to fallout. Before my brother went to college, he kept to himself and never really talked to me. Then whenever he DID talk to me, he became moody and closed off. Although, at that time, I wasn’t too close to him, I still felt saddened by the loss of the little connection we did have. However, now, our relationship is as strong as ever, and although he can still be the most irritating person in the world, we are very close. Reading this book really made me think and reflect about my past experiences. Especially some parts that were particularly dark, that I wasn’t the only one feeling that feeling. That somebody else out there was like me. And that sooner or later, I would be able to prevail and have my own happy ending.
“Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.” – Maas, Sarah J. A Court of Thorns and Roses. London: Bloomsbury PLC, 2015. Print.
I’m not sure what to say to you, or even, i’m not sure why I’m writing this letter. This sounds crazy, but I miss waking up to Alis’ calls. I miss seeing Lucien’s red hair flying in the wind as he hunts. I miss the long tables where you seem like you’re in another room. And most of all, I miss you, your face, your voice, your touch, your everything. I guess I still haven’t thanked you properly for helping my family while I was gone, thank you, so very much. It’s almost surreal being at home. Seeing my dad smile from his “newly found” success and my sisters not starving to death is definitely a sight I could get used to seeing. Who would have thought Nesta would be the one to see through your glamour. At first, I kept catching her glaring at me, almost knowingly, then she actually confronted me. You know, Nesta was planning on rescuing me. Crossing the wall for me. To save me. I guess she didn’t hate me as much as I thought, huh? I told her everything that happened, she still accepted me, so that’s good. Write back, or don’t, if you’re busy.
When can I come back, Tamlin? When can I see you again? I don’t think I could endure this any longer.
Just, stay safe. I love you.
All my love,
This letter is written when Tamlin sends Feyre back across the wall, the mortal side. She regrets not telling him, “I love you.” back and even though she writes the letter. There is no way he can receive it. Although, in the beginning, she was forced to go to Prythian, she soon falls in love with Tamlin and doesn’t want to leave him. However, he was worried that Amarantha would go look for Feyre and wanted to protect her. This letter kind of are the words she couldn’t say, and didn’t say.
“We rarely find a depth by looking inside of ourselves for it. Depth is found in what we can learn from the people and things around us. Everyone, everything, has a story, Gia. When you learn those stories, you learn experiences that fill you up, that expand your understanding. You add layers to your soul.” – West, Kasie. The Fill-In Boyfriend. California: HarperCollins. 2015. Print.
*CRAZY SPOILER ALERT ONCE AGAIN*
This postcard shows what the protagonist, Gia, is thinking during the climax of the story. In The Fill-In Boyfriend, Gia is dumped by her boyfriend, Bradley, the night of prom when she was going to introduce him to her friends. While Gia is stressing out, she sees another guy dropping his sister off and asks him to fill-in. To her surprise, he says yes. Thus starts a web of lies, trickery, and fraud; one that Gia knows is slowly starting to unravel. Unknowingly, she starts to fall for her fill-in boyfriend. Until out of the blue, Bradley shows up and exposes all her lies, destroying her friendships and her even jeopardizing her new-found love. This postcard is set between her fight with Hayden, the fill-in boyfriend, where his best friend tells a lie about Gia and he decides to believe him over her. After the fight, they didn’t talk, so this was supposed to represent what Gia wanted to say to Hayden, but was afraid to because of rejection.
“You want to throw your life away for some stupid conversation we had? Like we’re the first people ever who talk about people we want dead.” – The Good Girls, by Sara Shepard (#2 of The Perfectionists series)
(Poem for resolution)
How Could I Have Known?
How could I have known
that the pressure of being perfect
was slowly tearing down my walls.
Brick by brick they fall,
laughing, mocking me on the way down.
How could I have known
that the murderer I was looking for
was always right next to me-
memories that froze in time.
How could I have known
that society was stripping me of my sanity
until it hung on its last thread
humiliated and battered
from the unending tirade of my mother’s demands.
How could I have known
the people who detained me
were the ones I trusted,
yet all they told me were lies.
How could I have known
that I was the problem,
the odd one out,
that could never fit in.
I escaped into the woods-
with her forever at my side.
*CRAZY SPOILER ALERT! TURN BACK NOW IF YOU WANT TO READ THE BOOK!*
This poem is about a girl called Julie, one of the main protagonists in The Good Girls, by Sara Shepard. The first stanza of this poem talks about how much stress Julie is under to be perfect. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she knows that it’s slowly making her lose control. Life starts to feel like a chore and even though she tries to hide it with a fake smile, she knows that day by day, it gets more difficult to conceal.
The second stanza is about when she finds out that Parker, one of her best friends who was driven by protectiveness, killed the people that Julie’s newfound friends despise. However, what Julie doesn’t know is that Parker had died two years ago from abuse, and due to the loss, Julie suffered from a severe case of D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder). In her mind, Julie recreated Parker, thinking that Parker survived. It is revealed that all the times Julie thought Parker was talking, it was actually Julie talking and everything that Julie thought Parker did, Julie did. “memories that froze in time.” represents that Julie is still stuck in the time when Parker was alive.
The third stanza is about how Julie was so worried about society finding out about her mom, who was a hoarder. Julie was scared that her mom would ruin her life and force her move to another area once again, Parker was the only one to know about her mother’s condition. However, Julie’s mother verbally abused her if she didn’t do what her mother asked, so even more stress was added to Julie’s life. Julie acted as if she was perfect so no one would suspect anything and made sure no one ever knew where she lived. This slowly damaged Julie’s sanity, because of the constant stress and fear she was under.
The fourth stanza is about her friends, Ava, Mackenzie, and Caitlyn, who in the end, told Julie that Parker was dead. Julie, still believing Parker was alive, was confused as to why they kept trying to ask her why she murdered those people, since she thought it was Parker who did it. She felt very betrayed because no one believed her.
In the last stanza, Julie felt like no one understood her and gave up. The story concludes with Julie pretending to accept the fact that she had D.I.D, in order to escape the metal facility. She runs away, believing that all she needs is Parker at her side.
“I get to leave here and do what I love, whether I win or lose. And that seems to matter more than anything else.” – Taste Test, by Kelly Fiore
(Short Story for Climax)
The betrayal I felt was more intense then anything I’d felt before, even intense than the time that Christian kissed me. Christian, oh Christian, was he going to be okay? Was he going to wake up with scars all over his oh-so-gorgeous face? Or the biggest question, was he going to wake up at all? I couldn’t think about that. The doctor said that it was just a minor concussion, which he would just wake up from if we gave him time. Time, the one thing that was running out, the one thing that kept me on my feet, but at the same time, brought me down. I raked my hand through my hair in an attempt to calm myself down. How could I be so anxious over a guy that I despised three days ago?
All this stress for a stupid cooking show, but if I didn’t come, I would’ve never met Chris- “Nora, I’m sorry.” a hoarse voice whispered, interrupting my thoughts, I looked up to see Gigi, playing with her fingers, staring at the ground. How could she? No, how dare she? Even if it was her mom’s idea, she should’ve wondered why her mom made her do those things. Plugging the spout of the sink, messing with the electricity circuits, and messing up the stove, it all sounded suspicious. Why didn’t she think of that? I had so many unanswered questions pushing me to breaking point, like a rubber band being pulled so hard it snapped. “I can’t deal with this right now, I’m sorry.” I muttered, forcing myself off the broken once-white hospital chairs. I made my way back to the dorms, the tears fell freely down my already splotchy face. I’ll be okay. I have to. For Christian.