My newest book reviewis here! This one is about a vampirific boy who has to stand the challenges of being a vampire and life as being a middle schooler.
The Chronicles of Vladimir Todd:
Eighth Grade Bites
By: Heather Brewer
A Review By: Chase Pixley
Vladimir Todd was never like other kids. He has always been sickeningly pale, his parents died in a mysterious fire that only affected their room, he can’t stand sunlight... and he has an incredible lust for blood. Vlad is a vampire.
During his 8th grade year Vlad’s favorite teacher disappears without a trace. The substitute, Mr. Otis Otis, seems different... too much for Vlad’s taste. When Mr. Otis learns Vlad’s secret, the bloodsucker is plunged into a world of confusion, deception, betrayal, treachery, and danger. While defending himself and those close to him from a vampire society known as Elysia, Vlad must use his abilities and two books from his father to stop them and find out the truth about vampires.
This book was great. I have never read a vampire novel like this before. Even though Vlad is not normal he mostly lives the life of one. He has friends, enemies, and crushes that make Middle School confusing. Everyone who I’ve asked about this book who has read it agreed that it’s awesome. Anyone would love this 5-star book. Take the next step and sink your teeth into it.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Poetic License
Not only do I like to write book reviews, but I also LOVE to write poems. Most of mine have a message: be yourself. Here is one of my first and best.
Me As A Tree. Likewise, A Tree as Me.
By: Chase Pixley
Some days I look at a tree
And think "What if it were me?"
It would not know what to do,
Nor how to talk, walk, or chew.
It would surely die you see,
For a tree could not be me.
Likewise, if I were a tree,
It would be an odd life for me.
I would photosynthesize,
And serve as a home to that who flies.
I would flaunt my branches through the air,
As my leaves russle like hair,
No, I would not like to be a tree.
And a tree, I see, would not like to be me.
Me As A Tree. Likewise, A Tree as Me.
By: Chase Pixley
Some days I look at a tree
And think "What if it were me?"
It would not know what to do,
Nor how to talk, walk, or chew.
It would surely die you see,
For a tree could not be me.
Likewise, if I were a tree,
It would be an odd life for me.
I would photosynthesize,
And serve as a home to that who flies.
I would flaunt my branches through the air,
As my leaves russle like hair,
No, I would not like to be a tree.
And a tree, I see, would not like to be me.
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