Book recommendation: Brisinger by Christophor Paolini

The book Brisinger by Christopher Paolini is the third in a series of books about the adventures of the young dragon named Eragon. Raised as a farmer in the a small village under the rule of king Galbatorix. When he finds an egg of the supposedly extinct race of dragons. He keeps the egg and helps raise the dragon. With the newfound power that accompanies a dragon rider, Eragon soon finds himself at the center of a massive struggle for the freedom for galbatorix's rule. When this installment picks up Eragon along with his cousin is at the lair of the razak, strange creatures bound to do Galbatorix's bidding. Thier goal, to kill the razak and rescue Katrina who was kidnapped and taken to the hideout. If they succeed then they are faced with making their way out of  deep enemy territory. And when they reach the small safety of the varden camp they must be the figurehead for the land's war  of Independance. Will they succeed? Will they survive? And what chalanges will they face along the way? Read this top of the ling book to find out.

Rating: 10/10

Theme and summary of: A Birthday Poem by Ted Kooser

In this poem Ted Kooser compares a life to a single day. He begins at sunrise, comparing one of the most picturesque times of day to the creation of a new life and the celebration of each new year of its existence. He then proceeds to compare his symbolic sun to an animal, perhaps a goat or cow. As though the sun is its head, and it is grazing in a pasture waiting for someone to collect daylight instead of milk. With this analogy the comparison to life is suddenly being made to an animal. Kooser describes how people spend their days grazing and enjoying the moments and memories of life. Then  he ends the poem with his theme. Saying how finally when the sun sets on life, when you die. The only thing that really remains yours, the only thing that's left of you_ is your name, and how you're remembered 

A Birthday Poem by Ted Kooser

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

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