I have a post-Election hangover (not at all related to extreme jubilation, immense amounts of candy corn, and a post 3 a.m. bedtime, I’m sure), so I’m going with a meme today.
Via Book Moot:
Do this…
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig around for that “cool” or “intellectual” book on your shelves. (I know you were thinking about it.) Just pick up whatever is closest.
Even in the feeble streetlights, I could see, up and through that glorious haze, that I had never seen that woman before in my life. “Ain’t you Bertha’s boy? Got a brother name Freddy that married Dolley and Pritchard’s girl? You Bertha’s boy what went to Korea? Ain’t yall’s pastor Reverend Dr. Miller over at Shiloh Baptist?”
Taken from the title story of All Aunt Hagar’s Children: Stories, by Edward P. Jones. Jones is a Pulitzer Prize-winning author who lives and places his stories in D.C.
If you feel like playing, please do.
Here goes:
Trinidad licked his lips. I handed him the cigarette and sparked another for myself. “What you staring at?” I said.
“Tough times, man.”
“I suppose so,” I said.
Taken from City Of Tiny Lights by Patrick Neate. He lives in London some of the time (and this story takes place in London).
Comment by rudi 11.08.06 @ 11:34 pmThe fifth ‘sentence’ is not a sentence – “A fabulist.” Th sixth isn’t better – “A liar.” So here’s the 7th!
And the plea that had so moved me – Tell me the truth – had been uttered by a man who was not even real.
From The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield.
Comment by Jenn 11.10.06 @ 9:11 am