By far the most disgusting, cruel, and inhumane that has happened in history. It makes me feel sick. The way we used to treat humans of our own as if they were dust lying around on someone’s shiny new shoe or flies on someone’s plate of food. Practically spitting out of their mouth in utter disgust when saying “jew.”
And..why, may I ask?
Because they were not “them.” They were not the blue-eyed, pureblood germans. Oh, and if they are not then what shall we do? I’ve got an idea – put them in rooms with poisonous gas and let them suffocate so much they die in less than 15 minutes. The topic of the holocaust is never-ending. It’s one of those things at which you’re so emotional/ angry at that you won’t be able to stop talking about it.
I’m sure most of you all already know about the holocaust, so let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s talk about this book: The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas.
Picture of me reading books, when I was a bit small.
Previous time, i wrote about the book ‘Wonder’, if you have read.
I remember every single line of that book now, and i’ve read bits of pieces of it at least dozens of times, but i’m still never bored of it. Whether i’m in the the toilet, or doing something, or having food alone, i just read the book. I think i’m never ever, going to think that book is boring in my life. The story in this book, seems completely different than any other book i’ve read.
As we run ahead, i’m gonna tell you what this post is really about. This post, is about lines, in Wonder, that striked me. The lines, that shook me as soon as i read it. I still have those lines in my mind. Every single word seems to be saved in my mind like a picture get saved permanently on a computer until you delete it.
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Don’t judge a boy by his face.
“My name is August. I won’t describe what i look like. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably worse.”
August, is a ten a year old boy. He does normal/ordinary things that other ten year old do. He rides a bike, he eats ice cream, he has a XBOX. Basically, he’s a normal kid like us. But there’s something that’s not at all ordinary about him:
Book by: Katherine Applegate. Published On: January 17 2012
It’s never to late to be what you might have been.
Animals are like humans. They deserve a life like ours.They don’t need a house, a laptop, a phone. They just like to live in the wild. Eat fruits, sleep on grass. Like Gorillas, they swing from one tree to another. They’re so in-tune with nature. They are not meant to be sitting in one room and watching TV. They’re more active than we are. Living in a human world is not for them. So why do humans need to capture them and make them perform in a circus (or something similar)? Entertainment? Do we not have so many other means to entertain ourselves?