Rules: Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences. The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!
So, the closest book to me is...Still Life With Crows, by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child.
The thing about that book? Well, it's the Mister's library book. The Cover is a little bit red, and has a shadowy field with crows (go figure) flying all over the place. Thank the Lord we do not live at Hogwarts, where these birds would actually be flying on the cover of the book. Because that? would be freaking creepy.
She popped the clutch and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving behind a pall of oilsmoke and a nice ten-inch pair of tire marks on the sheriff's asphalt. As she careened out of the alley and slewed (slewed? seriously, that's a word?) onto the street, she was gratified to see the stumpy little sheriff tumble angrily out the door and start to shout something just as her black contrail obliterated him from view.
Well. Ain't she a little hussy. According to the little description on the cover, this is Corrie Swanson, the eighteen year-old misfit. Who, as the authors would have it, takes up, in one fashion or another, with an older FBI agent.
Whatever. She's legal, right?
There are so many things wrong with this book already.
This is my first time here (thanks for stopping by my ramblings), and I LOVE this blog! I have just bookmarked
ReplyDelete...it and I will be be back.
ReplyDelete(I do not know why my first comment posted itself halfway through. Sorry about that.)
I'm not doing this on WRH because people already have enough ammo on me to last a lifetime, but here you go:
ReplyDeleteFrom Vanity Fair by Wm Thackeray (not nearly as entertaining as the magazine, go figure):
When the repast was concluded a jug of hot water was placed before Sir Pitt, with a case-bottle containing, I believe, rum. Mr. Horrocks served myself and my pupils with three little glasses of wine, and a bumper was poured out for my lady. When we retired, she took from her work-drawer an enormous indeterminable piece of knitting; the young ladies began to play at cribbage with a dirty pack of cards."
And I became an English teacher, why, exactly? I just put myself to sleep typing that.
Actually, that is a really good book. I've read all of them in the series. I really like the character of Agent Pendergrast.
ReplyDeleteKudos for good taste in ready Mister!
Ooooh, it actually sounds like one I'd like for some mindless reading. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThe ones by Preston and Child are terrific mindless reading. The ones they write on their own... not so much. They're greater than the sum of their parts.
ReplyDelete....and yet so many things are right with this post. Also, dsilkoch, you should know that I've loved Pamela ever since she showed me her nuts. And that was a long time ago. She's very easy to become addicted to. We shall stalk her together. BTW: I've just added Pamela to my reader AGAIN so I can be doublely notified of every single post. :)
ReplyDelete...only they really closely monitor our internet usage at work so I probably can't stalk as early as I'd like.... But, hey, at least I make up for it with quantity of comments per post, right?
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