Walking down 40th. Rain pounds the floor like a drum. Girls in garments and gowns scamper to find shelter and avoid the cold showers. I don't care, but then again when have I ever? I tip my hat and shimmy my long brown coat up my damp corpse of a body. I carry on.
 I approach the bar. The shiny shamrock, a small Irish bar at the heart of the big apple. I have gone there for twelve years. In fact exactly twelve years, not that I care. When you open the door you will spot many things, for instance the barman, Shamus. Shamus is an old, old fellow, large grey mutton chops and not a hair on his head, he wears a flat cap and a green waist coat every single day. A real catch to any ladies eyes. You will never find Shamus without a pint glass in his hand and a flannel in his other . Secondly you will see his ex-wife. She owns half the joint, not that she should, and she is there to make things run smoothly. That is what she says, she spends every waking hour by the bar on that stool in the corner, with a cigarette in her gob and bats her eyes. Don’t worry everyone gets a go. And most do. She is riddled with more virus than a hospital and by most part I can tell. The third things you will notice are the regulars. Half at the bar guzzling draught like they hadn’t seen water for a week. The rest were either fast out on the pool table or in a some sort of insult spouting war about a sport.
But why am I here? Neither for the service, nor to drown sorrows. I am there strictly for business, many people have a building to meet and do business. But the business I do, ain't quite the normal business that normal people would do. In fact, it isn’t the type of business that any one does, except for yours truly.  You see, I am the Rat. And I work for people.  People pay the Rat and they get all the information they need. I have notes on the coppers, the gangs and even the Mafia and I can get you anything you need within a twitch. And you will receive, said information, without me leaving a print.
 I am the bond between the truth and what the real truth is. My clients come in all shapes and sizes. Mickey the stick, stringy fellow, wanted me to follow his bird and make sure she wasn’t sticking her tits in another man’s business. So I do, I tell and I earn. That is my business, that is what I do and I do it well. I don’t care if the NYPD finds a 30 something lady chopped in half, left in a back alley, killed by her husband who caught her in the act of sin. That ain’t my business.  When a drug related gang war begins because release information shows that both gangs supply the distributor with the same product. That. Ain’t. My.Business.
 But less on them and more on me. I am the Rat. I am quick, sneaky and have teeth like tile grout. People don’t know me, I know people. When I do business I know who I am dealing with, they do not know who they are dealing with. Rat traps have been lane and exterminators have been called to find and kill the Rat but no luck. I am the man that meets in the small Irish bar to talk business, I and don’t care what it is.

Lying in bed. It is quite. I don't like the silence, It reminds me I am alone. It had come to the point where I get exited when I hear a car pass my window. How sad is that, I actually look forward to that. But now its three O'clock in the morning. I am awake. I am tired. I can not sleep. It's really quite odd. I am in a state of purgatory. Tired all day and night yet I can't rest. Maybe it is the cold, or the fact I am alone. It could be anything. When I get up in four hours, I will go to work and punch numbers from one column to another. I will get home for 10. Go to bed. And stare at the ceiling. What a great fucking life I have. I might just end it all. Tomorrow is the day I die. Tuesday the forth of October 2013, the day I die.

...What a great fucking life I have. I might just end it all. Tomorrow is the day I die. Wednesday the fifth of October 2013, the day I die.

...Tomorrow is the day I die. Thursday the sixth of October 2013, the day I die.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow...

"Male. 6'2. Russian origin. Hammer and sickle tattoo on his chest. Notorious for working with the RCU' Chief began to go into more detail about this man.

 "He's our man" Chief says "we must get him behind bars, before its to late" 

Chase stood up. He he spread out his hands and smashed them on the table causing Chiefs pen cup to fall on the floor "It's all ready to late chief, the bomb went off people died" Chases voice began to get louder and he got loser to Chiefs face. "We can't turn back time so can we please just..."

"We have NO evidence" Chief stared Chase down till he was back in his seat "We cannot just go on our instinctive nature here Chase. This is a careful situation not just an ordinary chump. We need cold hard evidence. 

Chief looked over to me. I could see in his eyes he wanted backup, Chase mirrored this look.

"Jobbs" sighed Chase "got any imput?"

I got out of my dark corner, tipped my had up, walked up to the Chiefs wooden table, put out my cigarette on his empty ash tray and I looked chase straight in the eye.

"We. Ain't. Dirty. Cops."

Chase stood up, walked to the door.

"You two are making a HUGE mistake."

He walked out the door as me and the Chief shared a look of empathy.  

my opinion on this article

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/educationopinion/10035473/The-importance-of-instilling-a-need-to-read.html
I disagree with the article for many reasons. I think that reading for pleasure should not be force upon. Reading for pleasure should be found by the child/teen/reader. Reading, like many hobbies in my opinion should be consensual and enjoyed because they like it. Forced activities instantly make that activity repulsive. I also disagree that girls read more than boys. Gender is not factor.

The Shining

The book I last read was The Shining by the famous horror novelist Stephen King. The book enticed me, it was a film/book I had heard of for many years. It is safe to say it is famous. The famous line 'Here's Johnny' is known worldwide, even though its origin was from an American game show, it is primarily known from this franchise. So what is my opinion of this book? Do I recommend it and should a reader who doesn’t like horror read it? 

Plot:

A writer, Jack Torrance, takes a job as an off-season caretaker at an isolated hotel. His young son possesses psychic abilities and is able to see things from the past and future, such as the ghosts who inhabit the hotel. Soon after settling in, the family is trapped in the hotel by a snowstorm, and Jack gradually becomes influenced by a supernatural presence; he descends into madness and attempts to murder his wife and son.

Film or book:

Book, hands down. Next question

Why you should read this book:

This book is well known because it did something that had never before its time. Stephen King ones one of very little horror writers and a lot of themes had remained unexplored. King delves deep into the theme of supernatural pros (very rare) and cons (very common). Kings also manages to do a lot with little characters. Most of the book features only the family, Jack, his wife Wendy and their son Danny. King writes each character cleverly. Wendy plays the part of the neutral and as the most relatable character. She is a hard working mother who tries to keep everyone happy. Jack plays the part of the villain. He is broken man, with broken memories, violent and ex-alcoholic and is unfixable. Wendy tries to fix Jack, and along with the isolation this makes Jack snap. Danny plays the part of a helpless hero who tries his best to stay away from trouble (which finds him).

The book is written well, really well each Chapter reveals small details of each character. For instance Jack is still guilt driven by the fact he could have drove over a child whilst driving under the influence of alcohol. The no chronological style changes opinion of characters quick. You can go from feeling sorry for a character to hating them. And by the end the only character I liked was the chef and he was killed by that prick Jack! (sorry). Read this book for the characters but…

Does the book do what is should do.

No. This book is not scary. Uncomfortable? Maybe at times but it is not scary. At is time/peak was it scary, yes. But no more. The book/film has had many clones of its style, characters and themes in all forms of entertainment have been way more controversial (looking at you human centipede) that makes this look like a walk in a park. This book delves into characters perfectly. But the genre has gone to further levels leaving this book behind.

Rating

**** - Great, enjoyable, left behind in its prime.

Task two: Write a paragraph on books

1. Favorite book as a kid
Roald Dahl was my favorite author as child, what went on is his head baffled me and my favorite book by him was full of imagination and had sharp characterization. The Twits may not be the most famous of his books, or the longest or the most memorable (against classics like Charlie and the chocolate factory and the witches), but to me it stuck out. My favorite part of the book was the introduction where the Twits were gruesomely described and the narrator has to apologies for using most of the book space on the Twits pranks. The Twits were a funny, fresh and took me by surprise and quickly became one of my favorites.

2. What type of books do you enjoy reading
At the moment the genre Horror has taken me buy surprise. When people talk about horror they think of films with unnecessary amount of blood  and deaths so ridiculous it turns the film into a joke. Now I don't read a lot of books except for one recently (I'll get to that) but I do spend a lot of time on the internet (suprise). I have spent ours reading numerous short stories and many horror based stories left me intrigued and sleepless. Horror is the only genre in my opinion, to be able to feel after reading (well in this case fear).

3. What makes a book engaging
The characters. If you find yourself reading a book about a character you don't care about, you do not care what he/she says or dos,  you will not care about the book. the characters have to be able to be relatable, realistic (when comes to reactions) and the reader has to have an opinion on them (good or bad). A book can be set anywhere and anything can happen within but there will able characters.

Task 1: Make a blog

Done!