The Horse and his Boy

By C.S. Lewis
256 pages

Shasta is a slave boy in Calormen, working under an old fisherman. One day he meets a talking Narnian horse named Bree, who helped him escape to avoid being sold. They travel across the country, and stumble across another escaping Narnian horse, and its’ rider, Aravis. The four of them traveled onwards, until they reached the Tisrocs’ palace. They had to be careful going through the great city, and part way through, someone mistook Shasta for a prince named Corin, and took him away. He had to escape the Narnian king and queen, and find his way back to the others. Can he do it?

This book was really cool. I liked the plot of escaping a life of slavery and getting to a free country, and it was well written. I recommend this book to fans of Narnia and give it a 9 out of 10.

Prince Caspian

By C.S. Lewis
195 pages

Prince Caspian was a boy who, after his parents were killed, was taken in by his uncle Miraz. Miraz was the current King of Narnia, and had driven out all talking and magical animals. Caspian was told stories of Old Narnia, a place where talking animals lived, and Lucy, Edmund, Susan and Peter were the kings and queens of Narnia, under the mighty Aslan, the lion creator of the world. He was told these stories in secret, because King Miraz didn’t want anyone to find out about Old Narnia. One day, he and the queen had a baby, and his tutor told him to escape because now that Miraz had his own heir, he would attempt to kill him. Caspian escapes to the forest, where he discovered that old Narnia lived on, in hiding. He called a meeting of all the talking and magical beasts, and they discussed war. They made their base in Aslans’ How, a mound built over a broken table of stone. However, Caspian was badly losing. He was desperate, so he blew the horn of Queen Susan, to get help.

This was a very cool story, I liked how it was set far in the future of Narnia. Like all of his books, this one kept me hooked in throughout the story. I recommend it to anyone who enjoys fantasy and give it a 9 of 10.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

By C.S. Lewis
224 pages

Do you like books about magical worlds, where animals talk and amazing creatures roam?  The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe is a non-fictional book about 4 children, Lucy, Peter, Susan and Edmund, who in WW2, were sent to an old professors’ house for safety. Their first day there the clouds opened up and rain poured down, meaning they couldn’t explore the area like they had originally planned. They settled for second best and decided to explore the house.

While they were exploring, Lucy, the youngest sibling, entered a room bare of furniture, but for a wardrobe made from the wood of a Narnia tree. She entered it and found a lot of coats, and she went deeper and deeper into it, until it was not coats she was feeling, but branches and leaves. She had unwittingly entered the land of Narnia. It appeared to be deep in winter, but it was in fact a curse cast by the new queen, the White Witch.

While there, she met a kindly faun named Tumnus, who invited her to his home, which was a cozy cave. They talked and ate for hours, until Lucy started getting worried and Tumnus admitted that he was a kidnapped under the a White Witch. He was good however, and released her. Lucy ran back, and found herself stumbling through not leaves, but coats. She ran to tell the others, and found that she had not been gone at all.

They all go into Narnia after some disagreement, and ran into Mr and Mrs Beaver, who let them into their dam. They found that Edmund had gone to join the White Witch, because he thought she would make him a prince, and they went to find Aslan, the mighty lion who gave life to Narnia, and together, they fought against the White a Witch, to bring good back to Narnia.

I really enjoyed this book, and recommend it to anyone who enjoys fantasy. I like C.S. Lewis’s style of writing, because it keeps me eager and interested in the story. It is a great story, and gets a 10 of 10.

The Magicians Nephew

By C.S. Lewis
183 pages

Digory and Polly are two children who, when they sneak into Digorys’ Uncle Andrews’ bedroom, are teleported by him, into a place they called the wood between the worlds. There were many pools, all the same, in that wood, and if they jumped into one, they would be transported to another world. They were teleported to a world at the end of its days, where Digory accidentally awakened a magical mistress, who would later become known as the White Witch. The children tried to escape, but they accidentally took her to their own world, our world, where she wreaked havoc until taken back to the wood between the worlds, along with Uncle Andrew, using his magical rings. They then tried to escape into another world, but the witch followed them, and they came into a world of darkness. Then, they heard a singing, beautiful singing, rolling across the land, and a sun rose, a new sun. Animals burst out of mounds in the ground and life grew. The singer was a mighty lion, named Aslan, who christened the land as Narnia. The witch escaped, and became later known as the White Witch. Because Digory had bought her into the world, he had to save Narnia. Can he do it?

I really enjoyed this book, because of the way it hooked me in and held fast through the whole story. There was never a boring bit in it. It had a wonderful ending, which immediately got me hooked into the next book, before I had even started it! I would recommend this book to anyone who loves a good fantasy, and give it a nine out of ten.

Grace

By Morris Gleitzman
192 pages

Grace is a book about a Christian girl named Grace, who had a father who her churches’ elders called disobedient and rebellious, but was actually curious, and wanted to have a mind of his own. All through Graces upbringing, he encouraged her to ask questions, to be independent and to do what she thought was right. One day, her father was taken away. He had been in another argument with the church elders, and they expelled him from the church, preventing him from seeing his family. Grace was upset they had done this, and did everything in her power to get her father back.

I really enjoyed this book, it made me feel angry, upset, excited, and happy. I was always hooked in, desperate to know what would happen next. Even in that terrible time, Grace never gave up on her father, and never lost faith in God. The book made me feel outraged at the horrible things the church elders did, and the lies they told, to keep Grace’s father away from his father, yet it also made me feel amazed at Grace’s resilience, and her will to find her father. I give this book an 11 out of 10, and recommend it to anyone over 10.

The Rabbit Island Triathlon

Today I had to get up at 5:30am for the Rabbit Island Triathlon. I was taken out from Blenheim to Renwick, where I was dropped off by mum and picked up by Lachlan’s dad, Warren. We drove out to Rabbit Island and Lachlan, who had done it last year, showed me the course.

I put my shoes, towel, and T-shirt on the ground, and my bike with my helmet on it on a rack. Then I waited for ages. Tristan from Motueka came later and we waited some more until the start of the race.

The swim was super short. It was only 250 meters. The sea was pretty calm so it was pretty easy. There were a lot of people around so it was at times hard to swim, but it was mostly easy.

The bike was super long. It was 9.3km, 4 laps around a course. There were some tight turns and steep hills, which made it really hard. There was also a nice long straight bit of road, with a sharp turn at the end, then another long straight bit going back up.

The run was so hard. My legs hurt really bad after the bike and it took ages to settle in. The sun was in my eyes a lot so it was hard to see. The finish was a relief and I was exhausted. I felt good that I had finished though, and glad that I had done it.

The results just came in. I got 4th in my age group! I’m really proud of this achievement!

The Mystery of the Mabel Monster

This is a story I wrote for the Beyond Strange short story writing competition.

The Mystery of the Mabel Monster

There was something different about the wind in Picton that day. You can tell when you’ve been sailing in the same place for a long time. It was like that sensation when you’ve forgotten something but you can’t place your finger on it. We started murmuring about the strangeness of it, but couldn’t think of a reason. We were listening to Coach Warrens’ briefing.

“Right, you get all that?” he asked, daring us to say no. “Yes” came the murmur from around the room. “Excellent” We walked out into the breeze. That weird sensation  took over again. I shrugged it off as I walked to my boat. It didn’t fully go away though. Just stayed, waiting, in the back of my head.

We launched our boats and the joy of speeding across the water took hold. “Yeah!” we shouted ecstatically. We were having so much fun. A shrill sound split the air, audible even over the howl of the wind and the crash of waves against our boats. Warren’s whistle.

FWEEP! We tacked onto port. The wind tore at our bodies, filling our sails. FWEEP! We tacked again. And again, until we reached Mabel Island. Suddenly, a huge roaring sound, and a gust of ferociously strong and… and hot wind? We had no time to ponder this because we were being blown straight towards the shores of Mabel Island.

“Land on the beach!” shouted Warren. We leapt into the water just before hitting the shore and pulled the boats back to preserve the hulls. We unclipped our mainsheets, pulled out our centreboards and rudders, then hauled them up the beach.

Coach Warren landed, and told us that he would radio the club for help. “It will take a while to get through though, the storm might disrupt our signals” he said in a not very hopeful voice. So we sat and waited. Then, we saw it. The tide was coming in.

It was rapidly rising, where there had once been a rocky shore there was now water. We used our tow ropes to tie the boats on to sturdy trees, then went up to higher ground. We found a clearing part way up the island, and fell to the ground, panting.

Coach Warren came up, with hopefully some good news. “The motor on the rhib is busted” he said. Not quite the good news I’d hoped for, but at least help would be coming. “Help isn’t coming either, the radio couldn’t get through” he said. We were going to have to wait out the storm. I sighed and lay on my back. How did I get myself in such a peculiar predicament? The wind was strange because it was warmer and more regular than usual. How had I only noticed that now?

A harsh roar screamed through the air. We leapt to our feet, and backed away from the gargantuan sound. With the roar came a gust of searing wind. We backed up out of the clearing, and just in time, because the ground fell away right where we had been sitting, and was cracking outwards. We got to the edge of the tree line before the majority of the island fell away, leaving a crater.

From the hole, came that roar. Someone screamed, possibly Coach Warren. An ugly beast reared its’ gargantuan head, and began creating a storm. It blasted out that strange hot wind, all over the harbour, searing the shore as it hit. Then, its’ fiery eye, turned towards us.

It began quivering, then screaming deafeningly. We covered our ears and tried not to fall over. It disappeared in a storm of dirt, leaving the crater filled. Our evidence was gone! A huge patch of fresh soil wouldn’t prove anything! Then I saw it. A tooth, about the size of my hand. One of its smaller teeth, probably. I stuffed it into my splash jacket.

As we were sailing back, I wondered whether I had just been day dreaming. The storm was gone, and it all seemed too unlikely to have happened. I kept thinking this, and scolding myself to concentrate more.

At home I was washing my splash jacket,when out slipped what looked like a white shell. My tooth! It still left me with questions, what was the beast, how was it created?                          However, from that day I knew that there were strange things in the world. No, not strange. Beyond strange.

B.I.S. Triathlon

It was the triathlon today, and I was super excited. We sat in lines on the court which turned out to be heats. I was first out of the pool for my heat and ran to my bike. I ran my bike up to the field and sprinted off. After 2 laps, I got off my bike and started running. I ran 3 laps which in total was about 1km. I was glad to finish, because it had been hard.

Big Tahuna 1000 Metre Sea Swim

We had to get up really early the morning of the race. Everything was already packed and we were able to leave immediately. We were worried about the times because the Big Tahuna Website and an email we had received had 2 different start times on them, but it worked out fine in the end. We had emailed the organisers about that but we got no reply.

When we got to the beach, we went to registration and received an envelope containing a swim-cap, an electronic timing chip and a strap to attach it to my ankle. We set up our stuff next to Jess from the swim club and my friend Joel. Just before the race it got announced that a few people had received spot prizes and I was one of them. Then the race started.

Race start…

The sea was really calm, and a good swimming temperature, and I was hyped when the race started. There were lots of different waves, or heats for my race, and I was in the second one. They had a big, inflatable, floating waterslide that you can go on just before you finish, and it was really thin and slippery, and because I was tired, I had to crawl across.

Race finish.

As I was finishing my 1000 meter sea swim, I felt really tired, but also proud that I had accomplished my first Big Tahuna. After recovering from my tiredness, I remembered that I had won a spot prize! I went to claim it and it was a cool sea swim t-shirt. I got second in my age group which was 10-13, and I was pleased to go under 20 mins which was my goal.

Copy of my RAMS form.

My certificate