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Most little girls love dolls and will do anything to have the one they want. In The Doll by J.C. Martin, The Island of the Dolls is a weird tourist destination in Mexico, where thousands of decomposing dolls hang from the trees. On a trip to the island, Joyce Parker’s daughter falls in love with a beautiful yet possessed doll. She grabs it, knowing the tour guide warned everyone not to touch the dolls because they will become possessed. Soon, she starts developing strange mannerisms that concerned Joyce. Her research into the doll’s past revealed a dark lonely child spirit. This book is worth reading. I loved it.

A theme in this book was “listen to your mother.” Joyce’s daughter was simply told not to touch the doll, but she insisted to do so. That is why she ended up becoming possessed. The setting would not affect the book because the story was not based around the setting. It was based around the dolls and the actions of the characters. Joyce is the mother of the possessed child. She is scared because she doesn’t know how to fix the problem. Joyce’s daughter was possessed by the doll and it is important because that is what the whole book is about.

The story is kind of confusing because it starts a new conversation at a different place and time at the beginning of the chapter. The family went to the island which started the whole thing. They shouldn’t of went there in the first place knowing they had a possibility of becoming possessed due to the spirit lurking on the island. The daughter did not listen to her mother and touched the doll and ended up possessed. Joyce broke the doll’s head off and then the spirit left. Some of the reviews from Amazon.com said: “I’m so spooked”, “Sinister, scary, a great read”, and “great dead-eyed doll horror story”.  I agree with all of these reviews because it was a great horror story.

This book was a great read and I suggest it to all horror genre lovers. It had a very unique style and the whole time reading I was anxious to know what would happen next. I couldn’t put the book down. I especially recommend this to the people that dont like reading much. Most people do not like reading only because they cannot find an interesting book. Well this is one! I loved it and I’m sure you will too!


 
I am Boston. I am boomin. I am my culture. I am...me. Everything is better in Boston. I learned to never lie, cheat, or steal in my culture. I learned to respect everybody around me, even if I'm not being respected. We didn't talk about people behind their backs. We said it to their face-and if they didn’t like it-fight ‘em.

            Every day after school we would boom. Boomin is jump roping on ice. The point was to stay standing as long as possible. We sang songs whole we were boomin just like kids here when they jump rope. We jump roped as fast as we could without losing our balance. It was really hard due to the slippery surface we were on. We basically did everything on ice.

            When we didn’t like somebody, we didn’t talk about them to somebody else like they do here in Georgia. We would find the person, tell them how we felt about them, and solved it- either through talking or fighting. When we fought, we had to fight on a sheet of ice. The winner is declared winner when the opponent loses. You lose only if your blood has slid one foot down the sheet of ice. The fight must not stop until then. I remember every fight like it was yesterday. The cold, slippery feeling of me beating in faces just puts a smile to my face. I miss those days!

            The new boy down the street had some beef with my neighbor. He had to fight on the sheet of ice with Thomas, the boy he was beefin with. Of course Nasir lost the fight.

            “Now you know when you lose around here you have to do something crazy right?” said Chris.

            “Like what?” Asked Nasir. We all huddled up and planned something for him to do.

            “Run down the hill butt naked,” stated Kenneth. “At 1:00 AM.”

            “Ummm….Ok,” Nasir said. 1:00 came as quick as a hare. It was as cold as a funeral parlor outside.  Nasir stripped down, and started down the hill. Right when he started accelerating, he slipped right on his butt and slid all the way down. We all ran towards him dying of laughter. He got up and his butt was as black as a cave. We took him to his house and his parents took him to the hospital.           

            “That’s the worst frostbite I’ve ever seen,” said the doctor. Nasir just moaned. He couldn’t talk at all. We felt really bad considering the fact that we knew he was goint to slip on the ice.

            Worcester, Boston is where I am from. It is where I raised and it’s the place that I represent. I learned to be real there unlike the fake people of Atlanta, Georgia. I miss the boomin in the front yard, the fighting, and of course the love.

 
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Pass, Set, Hit! Volleyball is my favorite sport, no doubt. It's harder than the observers think it is. Please comment if you think any sport is harder....because I don't think so. You have to do months of hardcore training to actually be good at the sport. To be an elite volleyball player, you must train year round....even on off-season. You have to be very strong in your quads, calfs, biceps, and your deltoids. To be an elite volleyball player, you must be precise at everything. You must have the perfect pass, perfect set, and perfect hit; even if that's not your job on the court.