Where The Red Corn Grows Analysis

As a kid, I was always really shy and spent much of my free time reading books. In 4th grade, the teacher required that each month we read a certain amount of short stories or books and write a summary for each. I always completed the minimum requirement and read plenty extra books. Throughout the year, I always had the most stars next to my name for top reader, not because I wanted to collect as many gold stars as I could, but because I really enjoyed reading. I had my eyes glued to a book even when I was at home. I

My earliest reading memory was when I was five with the little golden book series. I loved getting new books and reading them. But most of all I loved when my mother read to me so I could look at the pictures as my imagination went wild with stories about Jack climbing up the beanstalk or a king searching a kingdom for a worthy princess.

1. a) The point of view in a book is how the author tells the story.

Most of what I can remember from my childhood is being read to by my mom and her teaching me how to read, alongside my older sister. During the day all that I wanted to do was have my mom read to me, so she would. And every night before I went to bed she would let me pick one book for her to read to me. It was my favorite part of everyday. It wasn’t just at home that people would read to me, my grandma would too whenever we went to her house. She had this book full of short stories that always had a good lesson at the end. I loved hearing my grandma’s soothing voice right before I fell asleep. My favorite book was “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish” by Dr. Seuss. Since my mom read it to me at least once everyday, I began to memorize it. I wasn’t actually reading the words on the page, I just knew the story so well that I could recite it.

Ever since I can remember, my beautiful mother, Anne, would read to me. She would set me in her lap in our big green rocking chair and read Winnie the Pooh, and Dr. Seuss but my all time favorite was Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs & Ham". No matter where we were or who we were with, she would read that book to me. She read it so many times I'm sure she could recite it word for word. After a few hundred times of her reading it to me, I had all 62 pages memorized. I could even tell when she skipped a page, which I don't blame her, its a long book. At the time, I had no idea simply reading this book would affect my literacy. But by 3, I had 50 words memorized just from the book. As I grew, so did my love for books. I often read in my preschool with

It is a breezy Monday afternoon in early October. As I read Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls as an assignment for Ms. Hindman’s class, I slowly look up from the book to check my surroundings. I look to the north, east, and west and see no activity. As I turn my head at a snail-like speed to look south I notice movement. This is it, the reason I go hunting. No, not killing just to kill; I hunt for many reasons but that is definitely not one of them. I gently kick my dad who is lying on the floor of the enclosed stand. He slowly wakes up and cautiously gets into his chair. We see two young deer in a shooting lane about 100 yards south, just at the edge of the woods. Within twenty minutes there are two more in the field. We watch them

My earliest memories of reading was when my mom sent me to bible school and the teacher would read out a hand book

In Where the Red Fern Grows, a 10 year old named Billy wants 2 hounds that could hunt coons. His family cannot afford them so Billy works odd jobs for two years and saves up the money to buy them. Once he buys the 2 hounds from Tahlequah, he decides to name the girl dog Little Ann and the male dog Old Dan and ever since, Billy has been training them to hunt coons. Little Ann and Old Dan started exceeding at hunting and started to be the best in the country. The Pritchards did a bet with Billy to see if the hounds were as good as they said but some tragedy happen. To cheer Billy up, Grandpa enters him in a championship coon hunt. Billy won the championship. But some weeks after the championship, Billy and the dogs attack a mountain lion. The

When my parents first started to read to me, I was not but a year old. They read to me every night, Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. Goodnight Moon was my favorite bedtime story, and I probably could have recited the whole book word for word back then. It was a book made to lull small kids to sleep with the content of the book. Then, when I grew up a bit, they started reading the Magic Tree House books by Mary Pope Osborne to me. I loved those books because they were interesting and informational. I finally got to the point where I could read the Magic Tree House books by myself, so I read one every night before bed.

One of the biggest conflicts in Where The Red Fern Grows is Billy's love for puppies and the amount of money his family has. Billy's family is extremely poor and Billy is at the age where he wants coonhounds to go hunting. Not only does Billy want one coonhound, but he wants two. Billy begs his parents to get him his dogs, but they say no because they do not have enough money. When Billy hears this news he is crushed, that does not stop him from getting his dogs. Billy took this matter into his own hands and started saving up enough money to buy the two dogs. The pups cots 25 dollars each so he had to save up 50 dollars in total. Earning this money took him two long years of hard, exhausting work. An example from the text that supports the

My earliest reading moments we're listening to Television and cartoons. I’m not sure if that counts as reading but I was learning words at that time well hearing the words. I do remember reading books like Junie B. Jones and If you give a moose a muffin.Beginning my kindergarten year, I only read books that had pictures in it, that was the only way to keep my attention. Young at that age I was thinking why read the books if you can just scan through the pages with pictures and get the

I was in second grade and we were at the library. I had some extra time because my sister was playing in the ship that I thought I was too good for. I wandering in the nonfiction section and I found the shelves filled with books about countries. I was excited and decided to check out thirteen. We were in the car driving to Vermont and I was reading one of them. I was “really bored” because I had accidentally checked out a book from the “wrong publisher.” (Now I realize it was probably just the different names for the same company over time.) I finished about an hour before we arrived and so I was excited that I could read something else.

The very earliest or first time I can remember being read to was probably with my mom. I can remember being in my room with my younger brother the lighting was very dim. We would all lay on my bed before it was time to go to sleep. She would always read our favorite book which was Skippyjon Jones. It was about a tiny little cat whose head was too big for his body and he would always get into trouble. My mom would read this every single night to put us to sleep.

If you climb a hill and study the details of a corn field you will notice the row neat as armies marching down the valley. Each row is a straight highway. Then you will see the yellow tops, glowing brilliantly as the sun. The sloping details of the hilly field makes you gasp as you look upon them. You are filled with awe and wonder.

As for my experience as a reader. I really don’t have too many fond memories that were important to my life as a reader. Not to say I didn’t grow or learn anything from reading. I just had a huge lack of interest and didn’t pay much attention to it. I didn’t hate reading, but I definitely didn’t like it either. It was just there and I personally never found any enjoyment out of reading a book or a novel like others would. That same lack of interest kind of caused me to stay away from reading for most of the time, but despite that and my very few experiences I still remember my most memorable moment as a reader. Way back in the 7th grade when we read “The Outsiders” by S. E. Hilton. If I remember correctly it took us a total of two full weeks