Blindsided

Blindsided by Priscilla Cummings

There were definately parts of this book I really enjoyed and then there were parts that I felt weren't so believable, a little over-dramatic, or maybe too convenient. I guess I'll rate it a 3 outta 5.

Here's the summary:
Natalie is a typical fourteen-year-old girl: a great student, lots of friends, a loving family. Her life seems perfect. But when a routine visit to the eye doctor reveals that she will soon go blind, she is devastated. As if this wasn't shocking enough, she is then forced to leave everything behind and go to a school for the blind to learn the skills she will need to survive. While she does what she's told, inwardly she desperately hopes for a miracle that will save her sight. But ultimately, Natalie must decide how to go on when her future isn't what she expects.

Things not seen

Things Not Seen by Andrew Clements

Thank you to Mr. Newman for recommending this book to me. It just recently came back into the library and I felt so strongly about it that I felt I should include it in my blog - even though I read it awhile ago. (Last year I read it aloud to a group of grade 7's- and although it took us a long time to get through it, I think we all felt it was worth while).

What would you do if one morning you woke up invisible? Well that is exactly what has happened to Bobby. I know your thinking this is stupid and could never happen, well that's pretty much how Bobby feels too. And even though the premise of this book is highly unlikely, it's told in such a way that you can't help but wonder if such things are possible. Sure being invisible would be cool for awhile, but it also has its complications, and what if you really want your old life back, what then?

This was an awesome story.

From the back cover:

It's a Tuesday morning in February, and I get up as usual, and I stumble into the bathroom to take a shower in the dark. Which is my school-day method because it's sort of like an extra ten minutes of sleep.

It's after the shower. That's when it happens.

It's when I turn on the bathroom light and wipe the fog off the mirror to comb my hair. It's what I see in the mirror. It's what I don't see.

I look a second time, and then rub at the mirror again.

I'm not there.

That's what I'm saying.

I'm. Not. There.