Erin Hunter's Warriors

“Morning light slanted over the mountains….A deer paused at the shoreline, alert. It flicked its tail up, showing white, then bounced up the beach and into the forest. In the distance, the sound of a speedboat. Spotty wakes me from a dream about Monkey Beach” (135).

George, J. C., & Minor, W. (2008). The wolves are back. New York, NY: Dutton Children's Books. The Wolves are Back is a wonderful children’s picture book.

Maxine Hong Kingston's memoir The Woman Warrior, details the many holes in Kingston's life story. As her family traded in China for America, some of Kingston's family history got lost in the transition. She attempts to uncover her family's past through extrapolating talk-stories. In a memoir reliant on reiterated stories, the reader questions the reliability of the information. These talk-stories retold by Kingston may have transformed into something more than they originally were. As Kingston pieces together the truth for herself, the reader sifts through the talk stories to uncover the true happenings of this memoir.

Aldo mentions a meadow mouse startling him while he is out walking his land. He then realizes the thawing of the snow have changed the patterns in the mouse’s

“The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood Among Ghosts”, by Maxine Hong Kingston is a nonfiction book about finding one's voice. Throughout the book, there are plenty of remarks to emotional and physical conflict. Kingston supplies individualized identities for these silent women.

In The Woman Warrior, Maxine Hong Kingston crafts a fictitious memoir of her girlhood among ghosts. The book’s classification as a memoir incited significant debate, and the authenticity of her representation of Chinese American culture was contested by Asian American scholars and authors. The Woman Warrior is ingenuitive in its manipulation of the autobiographical genre. Kingston integrates the value of storytelling in her memoir and relates it to dominant themes about silence, cultural authenticity, and the cultivation of identity. Throughout her work, Kingston reaches a variety of conclusions about the stories her mother told her by writing interpretations of her mother, Brave Orchid’s, “talk-story”. Brave Orchid’s talk-story is a form

Maxine Hong Kingston's “The Woman Warrior” was a wonderful book. It is intense, fierce and disturbing but very original. I was intrigued by the title of the book: “Memoirs of a girlhood among Ghosts”. She grow up around the ghosts from her past and present. “The Ghosts” represent the people she grew up around which were the Americans, but throughout the book there is mentions of ghosts from her past. The first chapter of the book I found to be the most enjoyable. It introduced all major themes of the book. Including: Chinese culture and tradition, Women’s voice, and silence. The book itself focuses on the life of Chinese- American immigrants. Many believe that the book is influential but others cast a dark view on Maxine Hong Kingston’s novel. My impression of the book is that it takes a different angle on being brought up a second generation immigrant. I think that the use of the story of the aunt and Fa Mulan gives light to the turmoil of the search for self-identity. This exploration of

PineKit woke back in the nursery startled, dawn light filtering through the bramble roof. She let out a quiet sigh and silently, as to not wake her mother and littermates, padded out of the den. PineKit sat just outside the nursery, letting the morning rays soak into her pelt. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the familiar pelt of LionWhisker trotting up to

The perfect time for the cats to take the mice. The cats were determined to make sure to get every single mouse. Fluffy marched them down to the mice clan. It was quiet and peaceful.”It is time for us to attack” Fluffy whispered to the cats. At that time Jerry was in the woods behind a big bush just outside the mice clan where he couldn’t be seen. He was asleep but was awakened by the sound of the cat's.” Charge” Fluffy meowed . Each cat was given a big pouch that was put on their tummies to put the mice in. Jerry watched the cats pick up the small mice house and take every mouse they saw in it. He felt like he had to do something. He ran into town trying help who ever he

She started to creep closer and closer when she accidently stepped on a twig. The mouse froze, and bolted. No, you won’t get away that easily! She thought. Emeraldpaw tarred across the rock place after the mouse. She pounced on it just before it dove into a small hole. Emeraldpaw felt Ashpaw’s yellow eyes on her. She turned around to him giggling. “Wow, I didn’t expect you to after it!” Ashpaw purred, his eyes glowing. Emeraldpaw felt herself blush again, “Well, I couldn’t just let it get away.” Ashpaw cocked his head at her and they both continued hunting.

Then a twig snaps you avert your eyes to the origin of the sound. As you frantically look about; you hear leaves shuffle around, knowing someone is stalking you. You begin to panic, your heart beating faster and faster and your breathing increases. It is unbearable to withstand. In a blind furry you let loose a barrage of paintballs in every direction.

All Natalie could see was the endless forest of tall redwood trees in every direction. The sun glistened just over the horizon, turning the sky the dark orange color of sunset. Feeling overwhelmingly alone, she looked down at her light brown tabby cat, Merlin. He was fairly small, with paws the size of quarters and a height of about nine inches, and Natalie loved him more than anything in the world. He was always there when she felt scared or alone, and Natalie knew she could trust him to be just as intelligent as she could ever be. She stroked his short, soft fur at the neck, where a spot of white formed the distinct shape of a crescent moon. It was a simple action, a nervous tic of hers. Merlin’s green eyes met her own brown ones, and a

The animals in the scene are engaged. The lizard appears to be escaping the commotion. The pregnant lion underneath the falling child is enjoying a healthy fruity snack, removing his subconscious mind from the commotion that is currently taking place whilst holding the child’s left leg captive. The skin of a lion is resting on a branch of the tree just under the left arm of the faun. The

Bark walked along a canyon, the adolescent cat yawned as she walked along; Rocks poked at her paw pads and she winced, wishing she was with her father so he would able to carry her. The brown she-cat's eyes shifted as she heard some crumbling from the walls above the canyon floor, "I'd better be careful..." the cat mewed to herself. Bark continued to explore, poking her head in and out of the many crevices in the canyon. The lithe cat padded along the floor, looking up at the blue sky; all of a sudden she heard rocks falling. The cat started to run away "I am going to die aren't I!" she yelled to herself; voice bouncing off of the walls as she yowled. Suddenly, Bark tripped over a rock that had stuck out of the ground; She ended up landing

Once upon a time there was a mouse named Tibbits. Tibbits lived in a wooden shelf at the very top which, was filled with many pairs of old worn out shoes. Next to him was a stall with two cows named Lauretta and Georgette.Tibbits was a typical mouse, he liked to explore outside of the barn collecting stuff that he found useful. He had tried to make friends with the two cows Lauretta and Georgette but they would just grunt at little Tibbits and look away. Whenever Tibbits would explore he would look out for the evil house cat, Martin. Martin was vicious and you would always try to kill Tibbits when ever they met eye. One time Martin try to claw Tibbits when he was outside on the grass looking for food. Tibbits was bundling anything