I recently read on a writing advice website that ‘He took a deep breath’ is a cliche.
Now, I’ll admit we don’t want a character taking a deep breath every five minutes. However, in certain circumstances a human being does take a deep breath. So how else can we describe it? He drew in a large lungful of air? He allowed himself a profound inhalation? He inhaled a copious amount of oxygen and nitrogen?
Clearly, this kind of over-complicated gobbledygook would not be welcome in a children’s book. I would suggest that ‘He took a deep breath’ is not a cliche, but a simple way of describing a simple action.
What do you think?
Hi, Pearl here!
Did I tell you that Millie taught me to read? It took me a while to get the hang of it – especially the Kindle – but now I’m pretty good, even if I say so myself. I’ve moved on from the ABC books to children’s classics like What Katy Did and Charlotte’s Web.
Having just finished Anne of Green Gables, I was eager for more of Anne’s adventures, so I got Annabelle to download a copy of the sequel. When I first started Anne of Avonlea I was afraid my reading skills were failing me, because it just didn’t make sense. I showed it to Annabelle and she said it looked like a bad translation from a different language, done by a computer. We then checked out other Kindle versions of the book on Amazon, and guess what? They were all gibberish!
Here’s an example from one version:
“…Anne, her chin propped on her clasped palms, and her eyes at the splendid mass of fluffy clouds that had been heaping up just over Mr. J.A. Harrison’s residence like a top-notch white mountain, changed into a ways away in a scrumptious international where a certain schoolteacher changed into doing a super paintings…”
And from another:
“It did now not appear possibly that there has been lots of promising cloth for celebrities in Avonlea college; but you may by no means tell what would possibly manifest if a trainer used her have an impact on for precise.”
We’re quite sure the author* of this book didn’t use such idiotic language when she wrote it. So WTF are all these nonsense versions doing on Amazon?
If anyone can solve this mystery, we’d love to hear your thoughts!
*L M Montgomery
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Hi, Pearl here! And so is summer, it seems, with people and noise everywhere.
Call me a grouch, but it’s not my favourite season. My ears are super-sensitive and certain sounds drive me crazy, like the excited shrieks of kids on holiday and the thud of footballs being kicked around the beach. However, there’s one place the tourists (or grockles, as we call them) haven’t discovered yet, and that’s our local bluebell wood.
It doesn’t matter what’s going on elsewhere – bank holiday crowds, Scout jamborees or high winds in the treetops – this place is always peaceful. You can almost touch the stillness, and the only sound is the rich, echoing music of a blackbird. Annabelle says it’s like being in church, only better, and I think I know what she means – it’s a magical place where the presence of nature spirits is strong. As soon as you enter this little wood, it feels like a different order of reality.
You’d think a place like this would have hordes of admiring visitors in May, but we nearly always have it to ourselves. Annabelle says it’s because not many people know about it, but I think it really does exist in another dimension, which the fairies only show to special dogs – and their humans – at certain times.
Tasting the magic
I like to think that Millie’s spirit lives here – or somewhere like it – and that I’ll live here too, when it’s my turn to cross the Bridge. A place without noise is my idea of heaven!
I’m not having much luck growing flowers on Millie’s grave. I used one of those wildflower packs that contain a mix of seeds and compost. I followed all the instructions, put copper bands down to keep the slugs off, and watered the soil regularly. I also kept a close eye on Pearl to make sure she didn’t dig it up. But no plants have appeared.
Sorry about the paw prints – I just couldn’t resist!
I’m the first to admit I’m rubbish at gardening, but wildflowers are supposed to be easy. The clue is in ‘wild’. If they can grow on their own in the wild, they should surely grow when I plant them in my garden. It’s not as if the soil is poor; everything else in the garden is going viral. I have a wonderful crop of brambles and stingies!
It could be that the garden belongs wholly to the nature spirits, and I must be content with what they choose to give me.
Or maybe those ‘easy’ wildflower packs are just a con.
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