The Joy of Books
Who is your favourite author?
What is your favourite book of all time?
What kinds of books do you like?
Do you prefer paperbacks or hardbacks?
Do you spend a long time browsing in bookshops?
Have you read any books in English?
What is your favourite time of day for reading?
What was the last book that you read?
Have you ever read a book and then watched the film? Which was better? Why?
What books have you recommended for other people?
How do you choose the books you are going to read?
Can you judge a book by its cover?
Do you think the Internet will make books disappear?
What do you think of e-books?
What happens in a bookshop when it is closed at night?
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore
You should write a story using the first paragraph above to tell a story based on the film.
Label: The Joy of Books
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Kieran Donaghy
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Kieran Donaghy
THE BOOK’S TRAGEDY
ReplyDeleteHe had a crazy and hungry dog who was always doing bad things. His name was Stormy and although he wasn’t a calmed dog, he was very intelligent. Every morning, when Morris was writing his book, Stormy sat next to him and read what he was writing.
One morning Morris decided to write about his favourite thing to do. He started writing about reading books and learning new things from them, and as every morning Stormy sat next to him. When the dog saw that, he got really mad as he wasn’t his favourite thing. He started barking but Morris didn’t understand why so he continued doing what he was doing.
The next day happened the same as every day but today with one exception. Stormy wasn’t there. When Morris realized he went inside the house to look for him but he wasn’t anywhere and either the book. He didn’t find Stormy but he thought he would appear anytime soon so he decided to take another book and continue writing there.
A few days later Stormy hadn’t appear yet. Suddenly Morris realized that something was at the other side of the door and it was making a strange noise so he decided to open the door and figure out what was there. When he opened the door, he saw his dog eating the book! That book took him a really long time to write and his dog was eating it. He couldn’t believe it. A lot of work and time for nothing. He took the book and tried to save it but it was too late.
Nowadays, Stormy is not living there anymore. Morris’s cousin adopted him as Morris was really mad and sad. He thought it would be better for them like this so that’s what they did. He is very happy and he continues writing his own books and considers selling them someday.
End.
Morris Lessmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything he hoped.
ReplyDeleteMorris, as you can tell from what you’ve read so far, was a simple man. He didn’t need much in his life... Not a man, not a woman, not a dog or a cat. All he needed were books, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, all day every day.
He never imagined that he would need anything more than his books. The thought had never even crossed his mind. But one day he felt a sensation of hungriness, possibly emptiness, that his usual books couldn’t satisfy. He paid no mind and went on with his, as some would say dull and lonely life. But the feeling was slowly growing and there was a little voice in the back of his mind that was telling him something was wrong. He heard what the voice was telling him but he didn’t want to listen to it. He didn’t want his life to change, he loved it…
One day, after a week, he decided to take action on his gut feeling. He knew it, something was wrong. It was only going to end in a disaster if he didn't do something about it. He got up, got dressed, put on his hat, grabbed his cane, and marched out the door.
He walked down the street and observed everything around him, the stores, the people talking on the street, the coffee shops… Finally, when the sun was setting he decided to go home. When he arrived he jumped in bed excited to wake up and do the same thing the next morning.
He kept doing this every day for a week: getting up, walking along the streets, talking with people… He realized that stories didn’t always have to be on paper, peoples experiences from their everyday life were also interesting and were filling that hole that had opened up in him just a week before.
Although he had filled the emptiness and was enjoying interacting with people, he did miss peacefully reading his books. After scratching his head over what to do, it came to him. He needed a balance, he couldn’t have just one or the other that would make him miserable. And finally, he was happy his life had balance.
The end
What Moris Lessmore had never expected, was he wasn’t the only one with ink at hand. And the world was led by an evil lady, who enjoyed the happiness of making others sadder. With the change of seasons, and the arrival of cold weather, the birds fleeing and the rivers turning to ice, a big revolution had reached the town.
ReplyDeleteIt was a Sunday morning, and nearly everyone was sleeping. Today not even the rooster was feeling like waking up. It was as if all knew something big was to come, and rathered stay in bed, than get buried in the snow.
That was until they had no choice but to wake up. When the big bright clock on top of the town’s park striked the time, and made the people rise.
However, what had started out as an average day, was soon to be worrisome. The water from the fridges was now suddenly warm, and radios and TV’s were faulty at no one’s fault. Tiny malfunctions were ruining people’s days, and Moris Lessmore, was receiving calls all day.
You see Moris had a bookshop, with books of all sorts, he had never thought so many people would be interested in tech work! He suspected something was off, therefore he put his mind to work.
It wasn’t long before he figured out, the evil queen had an evil plan! She was so mad at the world for having forgotten books, she decided her best choice was to make other entertainment sorts vanish.
Having found out this information, the bookshop clerk was firstly pleased, his business was not doing great, and people were now too busy with movies to be bothering with letters. Nevertheless the more he thought of it, the more he doubted himself.
He went first hand to the castle, and spoke ruthlessly for his and his people’s rights. Moris loved books, and it was because of that, that he hated the seemingly smart queen. Books were to be enjoyed and appreciated for what they are. Not to be chosen as a second plate, and then disregarded as if nothing they were. He hoped people would come to love books, but this way... who was it good to?
When people in the town found everything out, they mercilessly kicked the evil queen out. No one was to speak of her again, kids could now easily rest. It became a tradition, yearly on that date, to read a fairytale about a very brave man, who with only his will, gave back to his friends, what was once, taken drastically away from them.
Next time you go to sleep at night, dusting off that old book at your nightstand for the hundredth time, consider maybe...you know... giving it a try! No one’s to know what adventures may be laying behind. Julieta Alvite
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ReplyDeleteMorris Lessmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything that he hoped.
ReplyDeleteAs you can tell, Lessmore wasn’t the type of guy who liked to interact with people, actually, he kind of hate the feeling of being exposed to such huge ignorant thoughts and sharp critiques. However, he filled this lack of human touch with those undervalued, but never-ending stories which he believed that weren’t like them. It was fulfilling for Morris to know books would always be there for him, just like a best friend: everything he needed could be found inside its pages; from a wise advice to the quietest, but best company.
Morris could travel far away with their words, although he never left his room: he didn’t only sing with the most talented singers of the 80’s and went to outer space, but also fought with innumerable gladiators in the roman’s arena. He experienced the most horrific feelings without getting a scratch, and fell in love more times than he did in real life. In other words, books made him feel alive.
He refused to think no one was like him, he refused to think there was no love left for books, so, somehow, he wanted to spread the books’ culture in order to let people know what reading felt like. It was his own way to thank books for all the knowledge and indescribable moments they let him live. And that’s what he did for the rest of his life, leaving only his memories to live on.
ANNA CILENTO
ReplyDeleteMorris Lesmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything that he hoped.
Morris started writing his book when he was 10 years old, with some drawings of the sky, her mother, his father... At first he just write what he saw, without thinking. But as he got older, he started thinking everything that he write, and he discover that writing was a way of expressing oneself. So, he started writing his feelings, his thoughts, his ideas...
His old life was in that book, it was so important to him. But one day the book disappeared. Morris was looking for it for days, but there was no trace. Morris was so sad, because that book it was his whole life, literally. He spent many days without getting out of bed, without wanting to do anything, or eat, or write... Until one day, he had a dream, where all the people was happy, living her lives, but he was locked in a jail, unable to get out. He wake up very nervous and uncomfortable. And he decided to start a new book to be able to express everything that he felt, and to be able to get out of that imaginary prision that had been built in his mind.
BOOK ISOLATION, Luara Coromina
ReplyDeleteMorris Lessmore loved books. He loved stories. His life was a book of his own writing, one olderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything that he hoped.
He enjoyed escaping from everything, to focus into the words and forget about all. We can’t say that his life outside books was a good one, it’s also true that thanks to the letters his broken heart was able to just keep beating at least without hurting. With stories he was capable of returning to feelings, to feel alive and a bit happier. That’s why he kept writing everyday his own book, it was like a metaphor to rebuild his heart.
Just when he woke up he'd pick up his own book and he would write until he had nothing more to tell, later he would focus on some book that captivated him until his eyes were about to close.
He would only leave the letters once in a while to see how the world was, nature, the human being… When his life was finishing, he would leave his world even less, because he had been getting hurt every time that he went to just watch how the world was. People were being mean, with other people and with nature, there were a lot of people suffering and no one would do anything. He was isolated from society, but he was better with the company of pages and paragraphs. The last occasions that he would go out, he gave books to little kids, books that made them think and empowered them to change the world.
YOUYI LIN YE
ReplyDeleteTHE JOYS OF BOOKS.
Morris Lessmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything he hoped.
Morris is a simple person, he likes to wake up early for coffee and reading books. He is a very creative person, he has a very particular idea of the world. He's also a lonely person, but it's not because he can't make friends, in fact, it's because he likes being alone, he enjoy every moment alone (with his books).
Since he was little, Morris has always adored books, he always hid in a corner of the schoolyard to read his books, he liked them so much that while the other children were playing, he would make up stories to write them down. For him, writing is like a way to express what he feels and to be himself in a certain sense.
One day, Morris woke up and was very tired because he stayed up late writing a book, but he didn't want to waste a whole day so he decided to go to the library in the search of new books. He found a book with a beautiful velvet cover, he picked up and started reading the misterious book. When he raised his head he realized that he was no longer in the library, he was in the middle of a forest. Morris transported himself to the book he was reading, and he can only get out of the book by experiencing all the adventures that await him.
...to be continued...
BALANCE
ReplyDeleteMorris Lessmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and his sorrows, of all that he knew and everything that he hopped.
People made him uncomfortable, his books were his whole world. He barely had friends and he wasn’t close to his family. He didn’t want affection from others, nor even knowing about them. As a child, he was really friendly and loved people but something changed inside of him after being left heart-broken.
It was a rainy night of autumn when Morris Lessmore was writing about his day in his brown leather armchair. The tiny drops of rain hitting the window created such a peaceful atmosphere that he nearly fell asleep. When he was entering the dream world someone knocked on the door.
He saw a little boy through the peephole. He had skin like porcelain and her hair was white as snow. Morris was perplexed. Despite his coldness towards humans, the little boy woke something that had been hidden for years. The boy started running all over the room, he touched everything, we could say he was a really curious boy. Morris was, at first, really attacked by the energy of the kid. But, from the moment that the kid started writing, reading, and using words to express all his issues, the interest in that tiny head hoping to learn started growing and growing. Morris decided to break his own rules. He decided to teach all he knew to that mysterious little boy, to be loved and to love again. He decided to have something more in his life, someone to share passions with, someone ready for knowledge, someone with potential to be the balance between what Morris believed was the ideal life, books, words, stories and what society believed was the ideal life, games, socializing…
That little kid was the key to restablish the balance.
due to his love to books, he discovered a library in another town because he had already read all the books from his town's library, but why he didn't know was that it wasn't a common library... It had something special.
ReplyDeleteThe first day he went there he realized that the library was completely empty. Weird right? I mean there were thousand of books and anyone was interested in reading them? He thought it was a little bit strange but he was too excited to read the books to think about that spontaneous idea.
The first book he took was a novel about fantasy, he loved fantasy. The book seemed to talk about a magic world with magic creatures and unknown places, it looked very interesting.
When he opened the book he immediately saw a bright big gap inside the book. He got really scared but he couldn't do anything about it, and he got absorbed by it.
To be continued....
Morris Lessmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything that he hoped.
ReplyDeleteHis stories were usually narrated projecting the love he felt for all the books he had read, and also pouring all the knowledge he had because of them. He would wake up everyday to a defferent story and tried to make each of his days as diffrent to the previous one as he could so that he felt like any of his literary heroes. If everyone lived the same way as our reader friend, everything would be easier, but it is not the case. He deals with ignorance everyday but has to keep a straight face when he encounters it to avoid problems -or even confrontations-, since the uncultured ones tend to solve issues with violence instead of their mentality.
This is exactly what our Morris' city major want things to be like. This way, he could control
Writing every day gived him peace with himself. It was an habit, and when he didn't write about how it was their day and how it was his feeling, he missing it a lot and he was sad when he dont write.
ReplyDeleteHe has a special notebook where he wrote their experiências there. He only could wrote in their special notebook because this was a present of their grandma, who was a very important writer. He could't wrote in another notebook, he feeling rarely writing in another notebooks.
One night, someone get in the house of Morris Lessmore and stole theirs favoritos books and their speacial notebook where he wrote their experiencies day by day.
Morris get very angry when he woke up and saw whats happened. He called to the Police and informated about the situation, but they didn't can do anything.
Morris went to take their speacial notebook to write about what happened and disovered that the speacial notebook was stolen too. He felt só bad and so sad because he only could write in this notebook, and he neded to write everyday. He was so sad during a lot of days and their friends were so worried, so they decided to search their notebook. They were searching the notebook during 1 month, until one day one of the friends, saw the notebook in a 2nd hand library. He bought it and brought it to Morris. Morris was so happy and started to wrote everyday again. Morris realized about the value of friendship.
Morris Lessmore loved words. He loved stories. He loved books. His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another. He would open it every morning and write of his joys and sorrows, of all that he knew and everything that he hoped.
ReplyDeleteHe had a diary were he wrote everyday and were he planed everything he had to do. There wasn’t a day were he didn’t follow those pages word by word. One day when he woke up he realized the diary was completely filled, those pages that were once empty, he found filled with words he hadn’t written. At first he didn’t believe that what he read on those pages was true, after all, he thought that he could write his own story, that he controlled his destiny. So he went to the kitchen and instead of pouring a cup of coffee like the diary predicted he drank a cup of tea. The moment he did that he watched in awe as the diary rewrote itself.
In that moment he decided that he wasn’t going to let the diary dictate what he had to do anymore, he was going to start to live his life more spontaneously and to start creating his own story.
ANTONIO RIOS LOPEZ
ReplyDeleteMorris is a single person, he likes to wake up early for coffee and reading books. He is a very artistic person. He's also a lonely person. He had a diary were he wrote everyday and were he planed everything he had to do. One day when he woke up he realized the diary was filled, those pages that were once empty, he found filled with words he hadn’t written. At first he didn’t believe that what he read on those pages was true, he thought that he could write his own story, that he controlled his destiny. So he went to the kitchen and instead of pouring a cup of coffee like the diary predicted he drank a cup of tea. The instant he did that he saw in reverence as the diary edited itself.
In that moment he decided that he wasn’t going to let the diary dictate what he had to do anymore, he was going to start to live his life more immediately to start creating his own story.
Morris was a simple man who doesn't need more than books to be happy. One day he found a library of flying books and he decided to stay with them because they returned him his happiness.
ReplyDeleteDuring all his life, he lived, observed and learned from them and he wrote his own book. In addition he also lent some of this books to people who came to the library searching for something else in their life. Finally, when the time arrived, he said goodbye to his dear books and he left with them his book finished.
I think that the meaning of the story is that no matter what happens, you can always find a thing which makes you happy. Another meaning could be that books are full of feelings and they can help you.
A part of the story that touched me ia when Morris is already an angel man, his time is arrived and he said goodbye to the flying books but he leave with them his book finished. Is like he leave a part of his life and legacy.
Marina Puig
Morris was a simple man who doesn't need more than books to be happy. One day he found a library of flying books and he decided to stay with them because they returned him his happiness.
ReplyDeleteDuring all his life, he lived, observed and learned from them and he wrote his own book. In addition he also lent some of this books to people who came to the library searching for something else in their life. Finally, when the time arrived, he said goodbye to his dear books and he left with them his book finished.
I think that the meaning of the story is that no matter what happens, you can always find a thing which makes you happy. Another meaning could be that books are full of feelings and they can help you.
A part of the story that touched me ia when Morris is already an angel man, his time is arrived and he said goodbye to the flying books but he leave with them his book finished. Is like he leave a part of his life and legacy.
Marina Puig