Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Word of the Week

As many of you know, I've been rereading the Anne of Green Gables series of books, which by the way, are far superior to the movies.  I like the first two, they're close to the first two books, but the third movie totally veers off the deep end!  No, Anne doesn't really become a war-time drama queen, she marries Gilbert and becomes the happy mother of six children.  That's one of the reasons I like it!

Lame, lame, bad, lame....

Phew...now that I've gotten my personal rant out, we'll proceed with the Anne-inspired word of the week...

hubbub: n. a loud, confused noise, as of many voices.


Aahh!  I totally get this one...


When she walked in the front door, Hannah faced the usual hubbub and pandemonium without the blink of an eye.  (Welcome home, Mom!)


The birthday party was in full swing; the giggly hubbub of five silly girls playing permeated the entirety of the house. 


Selena sighed, for it was August, and soon the hubbub of college football would be a constant companion every Saturday night.  (Then she would learn how to blog, and the season would fly by in a rush...apparently Selena needed to also find a hobby!)


What are your sentences this week?  Or dare I ask your opinion on the Anne movies? 

2 comments:

  1. "She was so used to the hubbub her three boys created on a daily basis that she was surprised when others found it disturbing."

    Phew . . . Thanks for clearing up the whole Anne third movie issue for me. I've not read past the first three books in the series in part because the third movie really made me mad. Such a huge departure from her personlity really threw me for loop. You've restored my faith in Anne (with an E)! Now I need to go finish the series!

    ~Christine

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  2. Confession: I've never read Anne of Green Gables! I watched the movie so many times when I was 13-14yrs old, that I have it memorized. I need to read the book!

    "Hubbub" -- Yeah that's something I'm very familiar with too:)

    I often close my eyes and imagine I hear a Beethoven sonata to transcend the relentless hubbub of my five children.

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