Now that I'm out of school, I have time to read for fun again! I just finished the "Castle Glower" series by Jessica Day George.
Here's a quick synopsis of the first book: "Tuesdays at Castle Glower are Princess Celie's favorite days. That's because on Tuesdays the castle adds a new room, a turret, or sometimes even an entire wing. No one ever knows what the castle will do next, and no one-other than Celie, that is-takes the time to map out the new additions. But when King and Queen Glower are ambushed and their fate is unknown, it's up to Celie, with her secret knowledge of the castle's never-ending twists and turns, to protect their home and save their kingdom. This delightful book from a fan- and bookseller-favorite kicks off a brand-new series sure to become a modern classic."
I liked all of the books, but the first in the series was by far my favorite. I loved learning more about the quirks and secrets of the castle, and cheering the children on as they defended it. (This is probably because of my love for magical settings like the Mansion Kids.)
Rhetorically,
Rebekah
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Mansion Kids
I'm writing a book!! Finally!
So this is based off of stories I used to tell my brother and sister when we were kids. I've included the text of the book below for your enjoyment (just typed, not in book form yet). I'm working on illustrations right now, and since I'm not the best artist, it will probably take me a month to finish.
Rebekah,
Robby, and Angela lived in a mansion on the top of a mountain.
Instead
of their own rooms, each had their own floor. Rebekah had a room to play with
her cat, Angela had a room to play with her dog, and Robby had a room to play
his trombone.
The
mansion also had a firepole, a robot cook, and a roller coaster down the
mountain.
Besides
that, the mountain was hollowed out and there were even more rooms inside.
There was a ball pit room, a rope course room, and an antigravity room.
Because
the mansion was so wonderful, the kids had to be careful not to let strangers
inside because they might try to steal things.
One
night, the mansion kid’s parents were out on a date and the doorbell rang. On
the porch was a man with an egg shaped head.
“Hi,
Kids! I’m Bill the Inspector,” he said, “I’ve come to inspect your fire
alarms.”
“I’m
sorry, we can’t let strangers inside,” they said politely, and shut the door.
“I
don’t think he was telling the truth,” Rebekah said, “I think he is trying to
steal something.”
The
mansion kids waited for a few minutes, and then peeked through the curtains
of the front window.
Bill
hadn’t left. He was sneaking around the side of the house with a crowbar,
trying to get inside.
“What
are we going to do?” Angela cried.
“Let’s
trick him into going downstairs and get him stuck in one of the rooms,” Robby
suggested.
“Great
idea,” Rebekah exclaimed.
Soon
the kids heard Bill come through the back door, using a crowbar to break the
lock.
“Let’s
go downstairs to the money room and count the dollar bills,” Robby suggested
loudly.
“Okay,”
Rebekah and Angela replied.
Bill
fell for their trap and quietly followed the mansion kids downstairs,
underneath the mountain.
Suddenly,
the kids began to run down the hall and into the last door on the left. Bill
ran, too, because he really wanted to find the money room.
But
the kids had shut the door. Bill shouted, “Hey kids, it’s Bill the inspector.
I’ve come into the house and you can’t stop me now! Tell me where the money
room is.”
“We’ll
never tell, Bill.” The kids shouted back. “We’re not afraid of you.”
That
made Bill angry so he broke through the door and rushed in the room, only to
fall face first into a ball pit.
The
mansion kids were already on the other side of the room, where there was
another door. “You can’t catch us, Bill.” They teased as they ran through the
door.
Bill
stood and tried to follow them, but he tripped on all the balls and finally
had to crawl to the door.
The
next room was not the money room, but a rope course. The floor was actually a
trampoline, so if you fell off the ropes, you wouldn’t get hurt.
The
kids swung like moneys across the room to the door in the middle of the wall,
but Bill fell after the second rope.
After
bouncing and bouncing, Bill finally was able to grab onto a rope again and
swing his way to the next door. By this time he was very tired.
But
the last room was the anti gravity room! The second door was by the ceiling.
The kids had been in the room many times before, and they had learned to swim
through the air anywhere they wanted.
But
Bill was so far behind he did not see the kids and he could not figure out
how to move forward. So he floated straight up, and was stuck at the top.
“Help,
help, let me down,” he yelled.
“Oh,
we will let the police do that,” the kids said.
So Bill was arrested for breaking into the
house, and the mansion was safe once again.
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Rhetorically,
Rebekah
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Dear Grandma Sweetness
This is my heartfelt note for your birthday-
Thank you for taking such good care of me!
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| You were master swaddler to help me feel warm and comfortable |
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| And if that didn't work, you were always good for a cuddle! |
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| You held me even when I was in a bad mood |
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| You played fun games with me |
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| And encouraged me to smile |
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| But you were still willing to be serious if needed. Like during a staring contest. |
Deliberately,
Dash
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
In Summer
It's been a family and fun filled summer (click on the photos to enlarge):
Celebrating the 4th of July at the Parade and Fireworks at night.
Yogurt with Matt, Birthday with my Parents, and Seven Peaks with Angela
Dash playing with his cousins Niels, Lily, and James.
Rhetorically,
Rebekah
Thursday, August 6, 2015
I'm Baaaaaack!!
I remember reading a friend's blog and once she hit her bar studies, she bid the world adieu and stopped blogging for months. I remember thinking that I wouldn't do the same thing, but I basically did. Now that the Bar is over, though...
I finally finished that Family Proclamation Project I started two months ago:
I opened my own Etsy shop! And I had my first sale within a week--which was totally unexpected and awesome. Hopefully I'll have an official logo soon. I'm planning on posting new earrings once a week.
I'm volunteering at a walk-in immigration clinic on Tuesdays, to keep up my lawyering skills. We'll find out about my Bar results in 8-10 weeks, which means end of September/ beginning of October.
The sky is the limit now that I'm done studying. I can read books just for fun, visit family, go to the pool...I might even write a children's book!
Rhetorically,
Rebekah
I finally finished that Family Proclamation Project I started two months ago:
I opened my own Etsy shop! And I had my first sale within a week--which was totally unexpected and awesome. Hopefully I'll have an official logo soon. I'm planning on posting new earrings once a week.

I'm volunteering at a walk-in immigration clinic on Tuesdays, to keep up my lawyering skills. We'll find out about my Bar results in 8-10 weeks, which means end of September/ beginning of October.
The sky is the limit now that I'm done studying. I can read books just for fun, visit family, go to the pool...I might even write a children's book!
Rhetorically,
Rebekah
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Dear Dash: Seven Months
Dear Dash,
You survived the Bar!! We finally found a solid food you like- sweet potatoes. You continue to be a social baby, which helped with all the babysitters you had.
You've sprouted a bottom tooth and are becoming more mobile as you easily flip from your back to belly to back. You are a champion sitter, although we still have to make sure you don't face-plant. You are occasionally ticklish and constantly squirming.
We love your smiles!
Rhetorically,
Rebekah
You survived the Bar!! We finally found a solid food you like- sweet potatoes. You continue to be a social baby, which helped with all the babysitters you had.
You've sprouted a bottom tooth and are becoming more mobile as you easily flip from your back to belly to back. You are a champion sitter, although we still have to make sure you don't face-plant. You are occasionally ticklish and constantly squirming.
We love your smiles!
Rhetorically,
Rebekah
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