III The Library
The siguiente room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on parte superior, arriba of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of libros were piled right up to the parte superior, arriba and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved lectura and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole biblioteca full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of muro and floor el espacio was piled high with the most beautiful expensive leather bound books.
“There must be every book in the world in here” she thought to herself in awe.
Slowly she made her way around the piles of libros until she found a copy of The Wind In The Willows which had been one of her favourite libros as a child but sadly her copy had been burnt to cinders. She looked around for somewhere to sit and saw a window asiento of red velvet and she curled up there and began to read.
She read for hours her eyes flying down each beautifully illustrated page. When she had finished she was torn between her curiosity about the rest of the house and her longing to remain in the biblioteca and read until her eyes fell out.
Then she remembered. Her bag! She flew along the corridor back to the nursery and grabbed a rucksack that contained all she owned in the world. Running back to the biblioteca she emptied it out onto a nearby table.
An assortment of seemingly worthless objects tumbled out. The most valuable looking thing there was a oro teardrop shaped brooch. It contained a picture of her mother and father and also one of her twin sister who had died along with them. Ember stared at them for a moment then snapped it shut and pinned it to her top.
The other objects were just things she had picked up throughout her life but they were just as important. A peacock’s feather, a green glass marble, an aquamarine gem, a single red rose pressed in an envelope, a diary of her mother’s she had managed to salvage from the house but she had never found the key, a shining silver stone that had been dado to her por her father, and a drawing por her sister of the two of them together. Her sister had been a great artist before-
A tear fell down her cheek as Ember gazed at all these worthless treasures. Then touching the brooch for good luck she proceeded to fill the bag back up with libros after placing her treasures back in the front pocket.
She put The Wind in the Willows in her bag as well as The Wizard of Oz, Heidi, Black Beauty, The Railway Children, Alice In Wonderland, The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures Of arándano, huckleberry Finn.
The bag should have been overflowing at this point but strangely it still seemed almost empty and she managed to fit in a huge book of the entire works of the brothers Grimm.
Ember loved fairy tales even though she was now thirteen and the ones por the Brothers Grimm were her favourite.
She shouldered the rucksack and it felt light as a feather much to her surprise. She would have stayed and filled the bag some más but her curiosity sent her feet across the room and right out the door.
The siguiente room Ember visited was to her a Heaven on Earth. An enormous room just for holding books! The ceiling was so high it would have taken ten of her standing on parte superior, arriba of one another the reach it. The shelves and shelves of libros were piled right up to the parte superior, arriba and there were several ladders placed conveniently so that she could reach the topmost books.
Ember walked round the room as though she were in a dream. She loved lectura and devoured every book she found but she had never had a whole biblioteca full of them to herself. She barely knew where to start. Every square inch of muro and floor el espacio was piled high with the most beautiful expensive leather bound books.
“There must be every book in the world in here” she thought to herself in awe.
Slowly she made her way around the piles of libros until she found a copy of The Wind In The Willows which had been one of her favourite libros as a child but sadly her copy had been burnt to cinders. She looked around for somewhere to sit and saw a window asiento of red velvet and she curled up there and began to read.
She read for hours her eyes flying down each beautifully illustrated page. When she had finished she was torn between her curiosity about the rest of the house and her longing to remain in the biblioteca and read until her eyes fell out.
Then she remembered. Her bag! She flew along the corridor back to the nursery and grabbed a rucksack that contained all she owned in the world. Running back to the biblioteca she emptied it out onto a nearby table.
An assortment of seemingly worthless objects tumbled out. The most valuable looking thing there was a oro teardrop shaped brooch. It contained a picture of her mother and father and also one of her twin sister who had died along with them. Ember stared at them for a moment then snapped it shut and pinned it to her top.
The other objects were just things she had picked up throughout her life but they were just as important. A peacock’s feather, a green glass marble, an aquamarine gem, a single red rose pressed in an envelope, a diary of her mother’s she had managed to salvage from the house but she had never found the key, a shining silver stone that had been dado to her por her father, and a drawing por her sister of the two of them together. Her sister had been a great artist before-
A tear fell down her cheek as Ember gazed at all these worthless treasures. Then touching the brooch for good luck she proceeded to fill the bag back up with libros after placing her treasures back in the front pocket.
She put The Wind in the Willows in her bag as well as The Wizard of Oz, Heidi, Black Beauty, The Railway Children, Alice In Wonderland, The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures Of arándano, huckleberry Finn.
The bag should have been overflowing at this point but strangely it still seemed almost empty and she managed to fit in a huge book of the entire works of the brothers Grimm.
Ember loved fairy tales even though she was now thirteen and the ones por the Brothers Grimm were her favourite.
She shouldered the rucksack and it felt light as a feather much to her surprise. She would have stayed and filled the bag some más but her curiosity sent her feet across the room and right out the door.
OKAIZ, SO TODAY I SAW THE MOST AWESUME-Y THING EVER! A BASKET OF YARNZ!! I SAWZ MEH segundo favorito! CULUR IN THERE, TOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEH favorito! CULUR IZ GREEEEEEEEEEEN AND MEH SECUND favorito! IZ PINNNNKK. SO I WUZ LIKE, POUNCE! SWIPEZ-Y! I'M SO AWESUMEZ! AND SO, I LIKE, CHASED IT DOWNZ DA STAIRZ, AND IT WUZ SO EXHILARATIN' AND STUFFZ. AND SO, LIKE, IT MADE IT TO THA HUMANZ AND DEY THREW IT SAID, "Go get it, Daisy!!" SOZ, I WENT AFTER IT AND guarida, den I SAW SOME GREEN YARN, SOZ I RANZ PAST THA rosado, rosa YARN TA GETZ DA GREEN..... I LURVVVVVVVVVV GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!
The whole of the mountain will crash down and roll over me - but it does not crush me.
Human physical strength has limitations and it weakens in time. 'Inner strength' knows no bounds!
The confines of this earthly realm have no bearing.
Let it be done!
Let the horns sound that shake the foundation.
Call forth the titans. Summon up the dread that lies buried deep within the corazón and mind.
Let the godless fear when they face the charge.
The lost will flee o loose heart.
'And in the darkening late hours when the ground rumbles like an oncoming train...I will draw from deep wells what cannot be poisoned o tainted o overturned. I will stand, though the tides rise and the clouds threaten...and there I will remain, even if I mostrar signs and cracks of care and hardship.
I will not be broken.
I may grow weary.
Though all the elements come against me
and tear at flesh and bone!-I WILL STAND!
Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much más green
dragones that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And gatos that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give tu nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, o copper o even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
tu can get your own fairy and wish for whatever tu want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much más green
dragones that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And gatos that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give tu nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, o copper o even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
tu can get your own fairy and wish for whatever tu want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around