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
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Must try that myself.
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Hey, I just read Seaward by Susan Cooper.. is that where you got Strange_Selkie from?
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And I stick with it because life seems to have imitated myth, these past couple years, and mythic cred is so hard to come by. (wink)
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The door swung shut silently behind them, cutting off the light, music, and wild celebration of the ballroom. It was a pity, for she had remembered him chiefly with the impersonal pleasure one might feel at having saved some work of art from destruction; but the anticlimax would have to be dealt with, like other annoyances of a working day. “Someone has to,” Sorry replied, following her into Jacko’s room. She felt she badly needed to sleep on the situation. A universe of dead bodies . . . possessed by furious motion.
For the above paragraph, blame:
"The Snow Queen," Joan D. Vinge
"Return to Night," Mary Renault
"The Changeover," Margaret Mahy
"Gaudy Night," Dorothy Sayers
"Kissing Carrion," Gemma Files
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