Monday, August 31, 2009

Library Week 2009: Escape Explore Discover

Thank you for celebrating with us.
Here are the results of our story competition and

favourite book competition.

My Favourite Book Competition
Prize winners were:
1. Silia - Distance postgraduate nursing student
2. Wu – Auckland campus student
3. Kiri – Porirua campus staff member

Most popular books
(all held at our Library)
The books recommended the most:
1. The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
2. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

The most popular author:
1. J.R.R. Tolkien
2. Stephenie Meyer

Favourite books
* denotes that the book is held at Whitireia Polytechnic Library. See our catalogue.

Against all odds
Alice in Wonderland / Lewis Carroll*
Althalus / David Eddings
Ask that mountain: the story of Parihaka / Dick Scott*
The Bible
Breaking dawn / Stephenie Meyer*
Computer graphics / Nitin Bhatia
The curious incident of the dog in the night-time / Mark Haddon*
The endless steppe / Esther Hautzig
Gaudy night / Dorothy Sayers
The girls in the gangs / Glennis Dennehy & Greg Newbold
The golden notebook / Doris Lessing
The hobbit / By J.R.R. Tolkien*
Hover car racer / Matthew Reilly
Huckleberry Finn / Mark Twain*
Human development in Aotearoa / Wendy Drewery & Lise Bird*
Lathe of heaven / Ursula Le Guin
Learning to learn in a second language / Pauline Gibbons*
Little women / Louisa May Alcott*
Lord of the rings / J.R.R. Tolkien*
The making of steel
Memoirs of a geisha / Arthur Golden*
My side of the mountain / Jean George
My sisters keeper / Jodi Picoult*
New moon / Stephenie Meyer*
Night soldiers / Alan Furst
Out of Africa / Karen Blixen (Isak Dinesen)
Pathophysiology (many titles at 616.07)*
Pillars of the Earth / Ken Follett
The power of one / Bryce Courtney*
Pride and prejudice / Jane Austen*
The riddle of the sands / Erskine Childers
Routing protocols and concepts: CCNA exploration companion guide / R. Graziani & A. Johnson*
The secret river / Kate Grenville*
The trial of the cannibal dog: Captain Cook in the South Seas / Prof. Anne Salmond*
The vintner’s luck / Elizabeth Knox*
A walk to remember/ Nicholas Sparks
Watership down / Douglas Adams (DVD)*

Write a Story Competition
Prize draw winner was: Gary – Porirua campus staff member

Discover! Where was Waikickamoo? One hot summer afternoon we set out in our dusty sneakers to find out.

Turns out dusty sneakers weren’t the best foot wear choice. At the end of the long dusty road leading out of town, was a four lane motorway. Standing there in our dusty sneakers (who ever calls them that anymore!) we looked like the country hicks we undoubtedly were.
Lynn D.

“Life is the ocean, it comes and goes, it differs in size but is always there and you never know what you are gonna get.” Anon.

It was pouring down with rain when we got to our destination as the weather had changed and we...went into the nearest cafe where a waitress with her arm in a sling took our order. ‘What happened to your arm?’ I asked. ‘Customer didn’t like the pasta,’ she said, then, as the door to the cafe opened, she said, ‘Oh God, there he is again – I’m off – you deal with him.’ And she put her pad down on the table and fled. Behind me the footsteps stopped. Slowly I turned around, and there... Renee

....were a pair of dusty sneakers! Hard to focus on the face above, burning eyes, face set to a grimace, long hair and beard soaked from the rain, overcoat dripping, dripping ... over the old sneakers and on to the floor making an ever growing puddle. I kept my eyes down, averted from that terrible stare. Dusty sneakers ...

He had that mean and hungry look and his once dusty sneakers made muddy blogs on the bare floor boards as he advanced towards us. “Hope the pasta’s better than last time” he growled. There wasn’t a wait-person in the place and the menu board was somewhat smudged, around the pasta area. Everyone was looking the other way. “So you’re all cross-eyed,” he growled. “I think I’ll have the fish.”

“Depends on what sort of fish you like!” said the woman in the serving area. "We just got a load of fresh eels, or there’s some bouillabaisse.”
“What’s that when it’s at home?” growled the man with dusty sneakers. “I’m not eating some crap with a dumb name.”
“Relax!” said the woman. “It’s fish stew and I know it’s good, ‘cos I just had some!”
So the man with dusty sneakers simply pulled his plate close to the hot bouillabaisse. “Put lots in, I’m really hungry,” was all he said. Debbie

Escape! Run, run, run and don’t look back...
That’s what you want to scream when the curious motorist steps out of their broken down car on a lonely road and hears the squeal of rust on hinges on an old barn door somewhere out there in the dark. Of course they never listen. And neither did I. Ken

I had enrolled in a summer school course on making ice cream, and arrived in my shocking-pink Vespa in the late afternoon of the day before the course was to start. I like to travel light, so my only baggage was my battered Gucci overnight bag, which I unpacked quickly in my room before heading out to the long, blue pool for a swim before dinner. The only other person by the pool was... Joanna

An adonis. No other word for it. He was six packed and bronzed with a dangerous sort of lingering look. The once over he gave me and looked off to the horizon, and slowly rolled over on his towel. Callipygous! I thought. What’s a guy like this want to know about ice-cream?

Run, run, run and don’t look back... Marama