Going Solo

I'm re-doing my blog post because the previous one wasn't right, and I hope that you are going to actually like this one! :)

*The book that I am reading is written by the writter Roald Dahl and by the time I spent readin this book I can tell that he is a very good writter,and that he wrote books that keep me interesting while I am reading them.
Roald Dahl was born on 13 September 1916 and died on 23 November 1990.  He was bor in Wales to Norwegian parents-Harald Dahl and Sofie Magdalene Dahl . He also served to the british Royal Air Force durnig World War II.
He was well known as a  British novelist, short story writer, poet, and screenwriter. In 1920, when Dahl was three years old, his seven-year-old sister, Astri, died from appendicitis.  Weeks later, his father died of pneumonia at the age of 57 while on a fishing trip in the Antarctic. You can actually see that Roald Dahl had a very hard life and it is amazing how he became author of the most famous books!
Dahl married American actress Patricia Neal on 2 July 1953 at Trinity Church in New York City.  They had five children: Olivia, Tessa, Theo, Ophelia and Lucy. Their marrige was very successful and it lasted amzing 30 years. He was very happy durnig the marrige with Patricia. But on November 1962, Olivia Dahl died of measles encephalitis at age seven. Dahl subsequently became a proponent of immunisation and dedicated his 1982 book The BFG to his daughter. He was sensitive man and bad luck was ''comming'' for him again. He lived very hard life and lost the mos important people in his life and it's amazinh how did he even continued to live! On the left cornner you can see he's wife Patricia and him looking very happy and enjoying their marrige.
Dahl's first published book  was "A Piece Of Cake" on 1 August 1942, and his first children's book was His first children's book was ''The Gremlins''. He was also famous for his short stories,usually with a dark sense of humour and a surprise ending.

Ronald Dahl

13 September 1916- 23 November 1990
                 R.I.P.

          Here is the picture of a

      book that I am reading.

        So,I hope you learn something from my writing and I hope ypu liked it! I also read 40 pages more for this week,and here is what happened...P.S. My book is the same as it was 2 week ago!

By the time they had seen the Germans safely into the prison camp and he had made report, it was nearly midnight. He went off home to get a shower and some sleep. He was tired and dirty. He was slowly begging to relax as the alcohol got into the blood-stream. Through the wide-open french windows he could here the Indian Ocean pounding the cliffs below the house and as always when he sat in that chair, he turned his head a little in order to allow his eyes to rest upon his beautiful sliver Arab sword that hung on the wall over the door. But the sword was gone!!! The sword was long and curved and the sliver scabbard was wonderfully chased with an intricate design showing various phases in the life of the Prophet.

He thought that Mdisho, his friend, has something to do with it. He was wondering where he was, but Mdisho went away early in the evening. So he went to sleep. He woke up in the middle of the night. Mdisho was standing just inside the french windows with the light of the half-moon shining down on him from behind. He was breathing fast and there was a wild ecstatic look on his face and he was naked except for a small pair of black cotton shorts. In his right hand he held the sword. He had never seen Mdisho like this before. The wild look on his face and the heavy breathing and the sweat all over his body made him more nervous than ever. Finally, he woke up! Mdicho had a strange dream. He had a dream about Germans, about war. Mdisho dreamed how he killed people with that sword and he was re-telling the story and he was very supprised. Mdisho stopped and finished his story,and he knew it was true. Mdisho stood there holding the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, staring at them with eyes as bright as two stars. He told Mdisho that he had killed two people in war with that sword, but he couldn't tell anyone. On some way, Mdisho made it and didn't tell anyone about the secret, even his father didn't know!