Molly Moon’s Incredible Book of Hypnotism – Gorgia Byng

This is an in unsual book filled with adventure , mystery and hypnosis . When I first got this book as a present I was a little unsure about it ., but as soon I got into it was AMAZING . If you want to know more about this book here is the blurb :

Orphan Molly Moon was found as a baby
in a box marked ‘ Moon’s Marshmallows’.

For ten miserable years she lived under the cruel rule of Miss Adderstone in
grim Hardwick House . But her life changes overnight when she finds a
mysterious book on hypnotism and discovers an amazing talent – the
power to make people do anything she wants them to .

Escaping from the orphanage , Molly flies to New York in search of fame and
fortune . But her adventures in hypnotism lead her into the clutches of a
dangerous enemy…

The Do’s and Don’ts about Reading

The Do’s and Don’ts in reading , I must say are pretty tempting. I sometimes do them , not going to lie! Sometimes , you feel like shutting a book down and your on chapter 3 and you think it’s boring… don’t shut the book down! I am guessing that there are MORE interesting things coming , if only you read more … Maybe you might regret putting the book down afterall!


  1. Pick a book that intrigues you. Not by the cover , but by the blurb. If you pick a book not your type , then it won’t help!
  2. Recommend it to friends if you think that it’s DEAD good! I am sure that they will think the same too…
  3. Read it , read it , read it!!!!!!! ( Obviously , duh ).


  1. Don’t pick a book that doesn’t intrigue you.
  2. Please read it 🙁
  3. Don’t stop halfway through the book! I assure you , better things are yet to come!

By Victoria G. ~


Just an ordinary pencil

Gripped on a child’s hand.

It’s lead writes elegantly

With pride and honor to be part of the work.

Just an ordinary pencil

Gripped on an adult’s hand.

The lead quickly dashes through the paper

As it quickly scribbles below the signature.

Just an ordinary pencil

Hiding in a pencilcase

Hiding in the dark

Which can’t be seen…

Just an ordinary pencil

Floats on top of a desk.

It’s lonely , it’s just there..

It’s waiting to be used.

Polar explorers club: Alex Bell

I love this book so much! Here is a little snippet of the blurb:

Main character: Stella Starflake Pearl- The orphan of Felix Pearl and most determined of explorers.

Beanie: Stella’s best friend who is half-elf and is training to be a medic.

Shay Silverton Kipling: The captain’s son and wolf whisperer.

Ethan Edward Rook: Magician and ocean explorer.

When Stella joins the Polar Explorers club on an expedition to the Icelands, her eyes are opened to the world of danger, adventure and snow pirates!

Out in the icy wilds there are giant yetis, magical golden geese, terrifying carnivorous cabbages and important new friendship to be made. Join the explorers on an unforgetable adventure across the ice…

If you saw me

If you saw me far away , probably if you went in a helicopter and looked down at Derby , you would see me. I was so tiny , like a strand of hair. I bet you wouldn’t really see me , unless if you were next to me. I would stare at the sky and see the orangey yellow object roaming around .  It’s little “antennas” span around and around. I always thought that it would whip one of the clouds and the water coming from the cloud would eventually leak. I was only 7 years old that time , and right now being 12 , I felt really stupid that I thought about that. But sometimes when your little , I guess me and you have little imaginations that we thought and it must have revolved in our pea bodded heads.

To be honest , this took me 5 minutes to complete. Everything that I wrote is true , I did really think that helicopters in the sky would whip the clouds! But unfortunately , it never happened. But below , I want you to do a favour! Check it out! vvvvv

  • Rate this out of 10! I can’t wait to hear your thoughts!
  • Anything that I could work on? ( P.S , don’t write anything offensive! If your critiscing , give it as a nice  point , not say it really meanly. )
  • Write down a comment with a nown and an object. For example , I want you to a story about school ( noun ) and a pencil ( object ). Best idea wins!

Thanks guys for reading , I am really proud of this and I hope you are too. 🙂

Improving Jacqueline Wilson’s Queenie?

Recently , I have become a huge Jacqueline Wilson fan and not too long ago , I picked up a book called “Queenie”. I really love it , but I want to see if I could improve the first paragraph. In Jacqueline Wilson’s text , it says :

I lived with my nan. It was wonderful. Just the two of us in our cosy basement flat. We both has a bedroom. Mine was a little box room, and I didn’t really have a proper bed , just a couch with a pillow and an eiderdown , but Nan turned it into a Wendy house for me , with a lovely Tinkerbell lampshade. She let me keep the light on all night because I was afraid of the dark. Sometimes I crept into bed with Nan in her room , but she never minded.

So now , I decided to improve her beginning paragraph.

Me and my nan lived in our cosy basement flat which really didn’t really have much things in it but I didn’t mind . Living in it was wonderful. We both had a bedroom which we stayed for most of the day. Mines was a room which was crammed and small like a medium sized box and a couch with a small pillow which was weak and frail. One of the chair legs had broken and the colour of the couch was fading away. It had tatted bits of felt and I saw the spongey foamy thing that you see if you ripped the colour off or something. Recently , Nan had turned it into a little cute Wendy house for me , with a lovely Tinkerbell lampshade. It always used to be my “little guidance” and it really helped me to sleep. I kept it all night and apparently , Nan didn’t really mind. She said,

“As long as you rest your head , then I really don’t mind you keeping it on all night , poppet. ”

Sometimes , I would sneak into Nan’s room and stay in her bed. She was there , with me , always.


How did you think I did? Did you like it? I would appreciate your thoughts. 🙂


~ Victoria 🙂

Gangsta Granny – David Walliams

I just finished Gangsta Granny by David Walliams yesterday night, and I’ve got to say that the ending is absolutely heart-warming. When I started reading the book, it didn’t really hook me, but as I read on I became more attached to the characters. As it says on the back of the book, “if you think old people just sit around all day playing Scrabble and eating cabbage then this book will make you laugh”.

The main character is this boy called Ben who is deeply in love with plumbing (that will become revalent later in the story). He get’s dumped at his Granny’s every Friday; to him it’s torture. Ben thinks that his granny is just a boring, old lady who has the stinking stench of cabbage. Oh how wrong he was… One Friday when Granny was out of the kitchen Ben sees a box of biscuits on a shelf, grabs a stool and reaches up for it. Hungry as ever, he opens it expecting a chocolate treat yet he sees something he didn’t expect. Something glistening,,, Something valuable…

What could it be? I guess you need to read the rest of the book to find out… If you’re looking for a comedic book to make you laugh then you’ve hit the jackpot! However, if you’re looking for a descriptive book then you may want to look somewhere else. Although the book isn’t the most descriptive, it still has an interesting storyline and weird, wacky characters! I’d rate this book 7/10. Not my favourite book of the year so far but definitely a memorable one.

My Writing – 2016 vs. 2017

I was looking through my old notepad when I came across the beginning of a story I wrote about a year ago, and I was definitely surprised! I couldn’t believe the lack of description! To compare it to my writing nowadays, I decided to re-write it in the format of how I would write it now.

The old opening (2016 October, almost 10)

In an unknown time span, where humans are yet to exist, there was a girl. She was Darcie (at least that’s what she called herself). Strangely, Darcie had no memory of her parents, if she had any siblings and even how old she was! Her estimate was 14. Darcie hadn’t really gone outside, the only place she had ever discovered was a strange primrose type of fruit growing on a tree; it wasn’t that good of a food source. Ever since then, Darcie had been terrified of going anywhere but the safety of her home, she had seen several mystical creatures nearby (attempting to eat her). She’d known nothing better. This is what she considered normal…It wasn’t…

One day, Darcie was picking fruit for her breakfast, when she heard a rustle in the bushes behind her. A dark shadow dashed past her! Suddenly, “it” began
to multiply! What was it? Just then, 5 animals (including tigers, lions and panthers). They surrounded Darcie, blocking every exit! Without warning, a monster
with blue fur appeared.
“Leave me alone!” pleaded Darcie.

The new opening (2017 November, age 11)

A bead of sweat meandered down Darcie’s cheek. As she stretched out, a violent spear of pain shot through her stomach reminding her that she hadn’t eaten for six days straight. She stared up at the sky, drenched. The fear radiating off of her seemed to only bring the rain plunging down stronger than ever. It stung like lashes of whip being scraped across her face. She cocked her head down. Once again, Darcie felt the strange surge of excitement and dread as she wriggled her fingers gingerly. She expanded her arm towards the neighboring tree, licking her lips. Deep within the maze of branches was a pitiful, puny Dragon Fruit. It would seem like a dot in comparison to the entire universe, but it would be enough to keep Darcie alive for another week. Trembling, she quickly snatched it from the knotted maze, descended down the tree and then surveyed the area. It was clear – or so she thought.

As Darcie examined the fruit for insects, she sensed something pass her. She felt a jolt of pure, cold fear. The odour of the jungle was soaked with a new aggression. Something was there. Something was watching. Her heart quickened its pace as she felt anxiety coiling at the base of her skull. Quivering, Darcie gave a little screech of despair and suddenly clutched her blonde hair. Her brain was urging her to run as rustles in the leaves became louder, but for some unknown reason, she couldn’t.
“What you diverin’ ‘ere for?” a deep voice snarled.
Darcie flinched.

By Daisy