Firstly, up with Massachusetts! Go, Commonwealth! Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!
("I think that's sick," says the woman in the shell-pink suit ordering a triple venti nonfat caramel macchiato while ruffling through the local paper. The selkie quietly prepares, for her bigoted delectation, a triple venti
decaff sugar-free-vanilla caramel macchiato with
half-and-half cream for nonfat milk. Ahh, the terrible taste of revenge.)
/cheers
Because it beats heck out of laundry, dishes and trash...
Gacked from
daegaer .
1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore, or Blackmoor. The Scoucher took a step back, puzzled, but otherwise seemed unharmed as the medal slid down its chest. There was a glimmering, glittering sheen on the water of the harbour, and Jane saw that over her head the moon had floated free of clouds. "We are horribly afraid, but we are coming with you -- or following you like hounds." This place was never meant for human beings.
[Scarily enough, for being at random, that didn't turn out too badly. I have often thought much of Thomas Hardy's universe wasn't meant for human beings.]
- Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
- Grim Tuesday, Garth Nix
- Greenwitch, Susan Cooper
- The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R Tolkien (Ballantine 1965 ed.)
- The Steerswoman's Road, Rosemary Kirstein