My Boo Radley

When I first read the post I had no idea what my Boo Radley was. I guess when you grow up, you forget about some of those things that left you completely puzzled all those years ago. Because, once you get the answers, it seems that you just know it. You forget that you ever stayed up at night wondering. But after thinking about it long enough, I remembered that when I was little I had know idea what death was. I mean, how are parents supposed to explain to a child that one day you won’t live anymore. Death is still something that I try to wrap my brain around, but when I was younger it seemed like this big thing that I had known idea what it was!
I think I started understanding more about what death was as I got older and my mother would show me pictures of her grandparents who had pasted away when she was in high school. And I would ask my mom, "When can I meet them?" My mom would sweetly reply that I couldn't because they where gone.
To tell the truth, death still confuses me. But as I get older and smarter (hopefully!) I seem to understand it more and more. Like Scout, Boo Radley changed her childhood. He was always this mystery that she grew up with. And this is my mystery. And it has defiantly changed my childhood. It is not a huge change or anything. My Boo Radley just pops up in my head whenever I have a calm moment to think. Which isn't often I might add.
At the end of the book, Scout seems to see Boo Radley differently. It is not that he changed; she just seems to see him in a different light. And that is how I feel about my Boo. I still don’t understand it, and I won’t anytime soon. But I see it differently than I did when I was little.

Inrtoduction

Well my blog will be the blog which will be done right on time while I am finishing my daily math homework and talking on the phone with a friend. I need to keep busy or I get bored very quickly. And as a reader, I am exactly like that! I love books that have 10 different conflicts all in one. And at the end the all tie together. It is my favorite type of book.
From writing on a blog I am hoping that it will help me grow as a writer. I want to learn more about getting my own voice in my writing. And I think that a blog will help me learn and get better.
Someone who is reading my blog will be reading my opinion. Which I know sounds really exciting, but it is true! The wonderful things about blogs, is you can be as real as you want. You can just explain what you really thought of the book and how it affected you as a person, and most importantly, should anyone else read it!
I think that 4 years of English is required for a 4 year college because English is necessary for everyday life! English helps you communicate what you are reading and writing to anyone who wants to hear. English is also just the basics, but once you master them you are golden. We use writing and reading so much in a day, no one realizes how much everyone does. Can you image, ordering food from the waiter but not being able to read anything on the menu? Or writing a book but not knowing how to make your reader want to keep reading?