Utten And Plumley

First Quarter Outside Reading Book Review

Utten and Plumley by Reade Scott Whinnem. Hampton Roads, 2003.

Utten and Plumley, is a book about the adventures of Utten, Plumley, and Corker. Utten is a 2 in tall man who can transform himself into a little blue bird, Plumley is a grumpy old man who all his life just wanted to be left alone, and Corker is Plumley’s dog who is a good friend to keep him company. Over the course of the story, the main setting changes, but the most main would be Plumley’s house; the old boarding school for boys which he used to attend. In the beginning of the story, Utten is dared to go to Plumley’s house by his friends Cranston (who is a giant), and Woody (who is Cranston’s pet ant). He goes to the house and sure enough, befriends Plumley and Corker who aren’t really who Cranston makes them out to be. Utten and Corker decide to go back in time to Plumley’s childhood, so that they can see what about it made him so miserable as an old man, and they try to change that by taking him on an adventure! The rest of the book is about how the three musketeers have to over come all these obstacles to get back home.
“Utten uses his brains and his magical skills to survive the ordeal, but when his magic backfires, he falls sixty years into the past to the doorstep of the horrid Liverstanes Boarding School for Boys.”
This book is basically written in the third person ominous because it seems like there’s a narrator who is overlooking all of the events, and then describing them to the reader. In this book, Plumley is very stubborn, so the author uses sarcasm to show that. Also, he will just have Plumley say the rudest thing whenever someone tries to be nice to him.
This writing style reminded me a lot of the series The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants because the author, Ann Brasheres uses sarcasm to describe Tibby’s personality. I think that in a way, Tibby and Plumley are a lot a like because for the most part, they both go around hating the world and everyone around them just because. But near the end of the books they both change into more worldly people, and go out of their way to help each other.
“No!” shouted Plumley. He backed towards the door. “No! It’s mine! It’s my life, and you can’t have it!” (188)
I really enjoyed this book because it has a very simple meaning on the surface, but underneath its all about life, and how people can really affect you, hopefully for the best. In the end, Corker and Plumley both die, but at least Plumley died a changed man, and Corker died knowing that she helped a friend whom she really loved. I can relate to this book because there are so many times when I would just go around screaming things about how much I hated my life, and how bad everything was. But now when I do that, I can think back to this book and think about how much Plumley changed and his frustration and anger was way worse than mine, so if he could changes I bet anyone could. I think the theme of the book would be to never take anything for granted, and really cherish your friends and people who try to be there for you because it can only help you in the long run.

A Christmas With Hubbles

At a time when gas prices are high and the demand for expensive jewelry is all the rage, we should really be focusing on what we value. Is it really our most expensive belongings we value the most? Or is it the priceless moments we share with loved ones that we live for? For me, I value both. Often times, it’s the more expensive items I value most because you wouldn’t blow $300 on just anything. But then I take time to think about all the good times, the priceless moments I share with family and friends, and that always makes me realize how lucky I am.

For some reason, two years ago when I was in sixth grade, I started having this strange obsession over turtles. Was it the name I liked? Was it the cute little face that made me love it? Or was it just a silly stage I was going through? Whatever the reason, I was in love with turtles and ever since then I’d been begging to have one as a pet.
It was a normal morning, except for the fact that it was my birthday. I go down the stairs following the aroma of sizzling bacon, frying eggs and the sound of the toaster saying the bagels were done. It was the perfect birthday breakfast. I saunter into the kitchen to find my mom chatting on the phone with someone. With all the running around we do, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to see her on the phone, so I just go over to the stove, get my breakfast, and sit down at the kitchen table.
All the sudden my mom gets really quiet on the phone, which only makes me listen harder. Then she goes into the next room so that I couldn’t hear her at all. I sneak to the doorway and listen through the crack. I hear her say something about a turtle and automatically my ears perk up. The thought of a turtle had been talked about for the past few days and it was finally my birthday, could it be that I was going to get my turtle?
Finally, my mom gets off the phone after what seemed like hours and I just had to know who she was talking to. "Who was on the phone?" I ask her repeatedly because she doesn’t answer me. Then finally, she says, “Go get dressed and be in the car in 10 minuets.” I had an idea about where we might be going but I didn’t want to get my hopes up only to find that I wouldn’t be getting my turtle today. By the time I’m in the car, I’m still totally clueless and everyone is waiting for me. When we start to pull out of the drive way, my brother comes up from behind me and blind folds me. Then my other brother ties my hands together behind my back.
The car stopped about 15 minuets later and everyone gets out. My mom comes around to the side to help me out because I’m still blind folded. The sun beats down on my head as we walk toward something that at the moment I can’t see. We walk into a building and air conditioning hits me like a brick wall. I hear people fumbling with something around me. Suddenly, the fabric comes off from around my eyes and it takes a while for them to adjust to the light. Something is put into my hands and its kicking and scratching my fingers. I look down and see a beautiful Russian Tortoise. I was so surprised to see him I almost dropped him!
Now Hubbles, my turtle, is two years old. (He’s probably older but I’ve only had him that long). After the cage, lights, water bowl, cave rocks, and Hubbles himself, the total was about $300. Then there’s the monthly expense of food and rabbit pellets for his bedding which comes up to about $15 to $20.

My favorite time of year is always Christmas. I love how the wind whips through my hair, and the way the trees look after a snowy night. I love the way the morning sun looks on the snowy ground, but most of all, I love spending time with my family.
Every Christmas, we go to my grandparents’ house along with all 10 zillion of my aunts, uncles, cousins, and some miscellaneous family friends with no where else to go. When we first get to their house, we wait around for everyone else to get there which usually takes about an hour. When everyone is there and settled, my papa goes over to the Christmas tree in front of the windows, and one by one starts handing out gifts. We each start with one present each and go around the room watching people open their presents, and politely waiting for our turn to open our own. We go around like that until all the presents are opened.
When we are done opening presents, all the ‘kids,’ which include my cousins and I, sit in a circle and comment on everyone else’s presents, while the parents go into the kitchen and prepare all the food. At around 3:30, we put our presents away and go into the kitchen to sit down for Christmas dinner. Before we eat, we stand around the table in a circle holding hands, and say grace. Then my papa goes to the center of the table, and carves the turkey. All at once, we dig into our Christmas meals and all you can hear for the next hour is the clinking of forks on plates.

I value both my turtle and Christmas dinners for different reasons. I value my turtle because he cost a lot of money, and because he’s something that I’d wanted for a really long time. I value Christmas dinners with my family because my family is spread out all over, meaning we rarely get to see each other. So Christmas dinner at my grandparents house isn’t just about celebrating our religion, it’s a chance for me to hang out with my cousins whom I very rarely get to see.
My turtle and Christmas dinners are alike because they both allow me to spend time with family. I always feel comfort when I’m with loved ones at dinner, and I have the same feeling when I’m sitting at home doing homework next to Hubbles’ cage. In all honesty, I couldn’t put prices on either of my values, no matter how expensive they might truly be. They mean way too much to me, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world.