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wildhoneysuckle discovered 5 months ago
Here are the Rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences (here).
5. Tag five people & post a comment here once you post it to your blog, so I can come see.
The closest book to me at the moment is Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert. It is sitting here on my desk because my mother sent it to me for Christmas this year.. for the third time. I'm trying to find someone to pawn it off on. My mother is only 48; she shouldn't be senile yet, should she? Maybe she's just trying to tell me something. If you've ever read Madame Bovary then you know what a frightening prospect that is. Anyway..
Monsieur Rodolphe Boulanger was thirty-four; he was of brutal temperament and intelligent perspicacity, having, moreover, had much to do with women, and knowing them well. This one had seemed pretty to him; so he was thinking about her and her husband.
"I think he is very stupid. She is tired of him, no doubt. He has dirty nails, and hasn't shaved for three days. While he is trotting after his patients, she sits there botching socks. And she gets bored! She would like to live in town and dance polkas every evening. Poor little woman! She is gaping after love like a carp after water on a kitchen-table. With three words of gallantry she'd adore one, I'm sure of it. She'd be tender, charming. Yes; but how get rid of her afterwards?"
Okay, that's more than 3 sentences but I felt the need to finish out the paragraph. Rules are for sissies.
- drwapiti rated 3 months ago
- 1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
I was sitting near my bookshelf, so I picked one at random: Spinners by Anthony McCarten, which I haven't read. It's marked with good reviews, though, despite the choice of theme: alien abductions:
She smoked a cigarette, but it did nothing to calm her nerves as new pictures invaded her head, contradicting older images of that controversial night. For example, she knew she hadn't run from her visitors at all. That much she know.
5. Tag five people & post a comment here once you post it to your blog.
I'm against chain letters, so I didn't tag, but if you care to follow up, then by all means, please do so... - 1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
- Sitarih rated 3 months ago
- thanks for tagging, rut :P
so, technically the book closest to me is a Russian-German dictionary, but I say that doesn't count (I'm too lazy to type in all those cyrillic signs).
so, orhan pamuk - memoirs of istanbul:
For him Westernisation was something that had created a slew of new poseurs with new affectations he was happy to ridicule. His own youthful literary affectations - he'd written novels and poems but failed in both endeavours - had made him suspicious, and bitingly funny, about anything that hinted at artifice or pretension. When he mocked the various ways in which Istanbul poets with pretensions read their poems, imitating the Parnassians and the Decadents, going so far as to stop people in the street for impromptu performances, and the genius of his fellow literati for directing any conversation straight to the matter of their own careers, you can feel at once the distance he put between himself and the Westernising elite, most of whom were, like him, based in the publishing district of Babiali.
(Be happy it's an English book. It was a close tie between this one and the Schülerduden Literatur. So... well... :D still, out of context completely... superfluous.)
And I'm going back into my stumble-holidays :P - thanks for tagging, rut :P
- renrutia rated 3 months ago
- I've been tagged by PopeNorton. Wanna play along? Here's how it goes. The Rules: 1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages). 2. Open the book to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the next three sentences. 5. Tag five people & post a comment here once you post it to your blog. The closest book to me at the moment is Falling Towards England (1985) by Clive James. "Even while staring straight ahead I could see the toes of my shoes in my peripheral vision. Equipped to kick the brains out of a fly, I had to walk with my feet slightly sideways, like a ballet dancer. Somehow I reached Gatwick, boarded a Dan-Air DC7-C charter flight, and headed off for that far-off country the British call Europe."
- PopeNorton rated 3 months ago
- I've been tagged by WildHoneySuckle. Wanna play along? Here's how it goes. The Rules: 1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages). 2. Open the book to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the next three sentences. 5. Tag five people & post a comment here once you post it to your blog. The closest book to me at the moment is "Days Of War, Nights Of Love" by the CrimethInc Collective "But aside from obvious cases like that, there are a thousand different standards of what is clean and what is dirty across the world; if you look at different societies and civilizations, you come across health practices that seem suicidal by our sanitation standards. And yet, these people survive as well as we do. People in Africa a few hundred years ago lived comfortably in a natural environment that destroyed many of the very prim and polished Western explorers that came to their continent. Human beings can adapt to a wide variety of environments and situations, and it seems that the question of what kinds of sanitation are healthy is at least as much a question of convention as of hard-set biological rules." Props to Wildhoneysuckle for bringing back some old time SU fun! (Revised April 11th, 2008)
- 13andbored rated 3 months ago
Page 23 of the closest book (The Reader's Digest Do-It-Yourself Manual) yielded instructions for making "an elegant table of black iron and glass". It is from the mid-60s, when our fathers were always pottering with some project, cos (eg) -- there was no money to just go and buy furniture in those days -- there were no credit cards and nor was there weekend shopping -- fathers needed to get away from their wives and kids yet be seen to be doing something constructive -- fathers had nothing else to do once the lawns had been mowed, the spuds dug etc (though mine had an elaborate home-brew operation going on too) In case you're wondering, I love old books full of diagrams, and have my own DIY plans for the manual, which will basically involve massacring or otherwise drastically altering the pages. The project needs to incubate for a while.
- missmeganbunny rated 4 months ago
- From the page: "Here are the Rules: 1. Pick up the nearest book ( of at least 123 pages). 2. Open the book to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the next three sentences. 5. Tag five people & post a comment here once you post it to your blog, so I can come see. The closest book to me at the moment is: The Complete Stories of Flannery O'Connor. "She recalled two little wooden trellis arbors on either side in front where you sat down with your suitor after a stroll in the garden. She recalled exactly which road to turn off to get to it. She know that Bailey would not be willing to lose any time looking at an old house, but the more she talked about it, the more she wanted to see it once again and find out if the little twin arbors were still standing. "There was a secret panel in this house," she said craftily, not telling the truth but wishing that she were, "and the story went that all the family silver was hidden in it when Sherman came through but it was never found..." (Long-ass sentences right there...)
- darkspoon rated 4 months ago
- "Cowbells bouncing and white streamers flying from our antennae, we pull up to the curb, and some guy's standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Tina Something throws her bridesmaid's bouquet in his face, saying, 'Hey, dude.' She yells, 'Catch!'"
Rant, Chuck Palahniuk. - "Cowbells bouncing and white streamers flying from our antennae, we pull up to the curb, and some guy's standing there with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Tina Something throws her bridesmaid's bouquet in his face, saying, 'Hey, dude.' She yells, 'Catch!'"
- frenchtwist rated 4 months ago
- Time to read! *** I was tagged by the lovely Jen, and will play along with this inventive game. The Rules: 1. Pick up the nearest book of at least 123 pages. 2. Open the book to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the next three sentences. 5. Post a comment and tag five more people. They drove past the blank, yellow brick facade to the doctor's private entrance and were received by him in the "visitors room", set aside for interviews of this kind. The window was protected on the inside by bars and wire netting; there was no fireplace; when Angela nervously attempted to move her chair further from the radiator, she found that it was screwed to the floor. "Lord Moping is quite ready to see you," said the doctor. From Mr. Loveday's Little Outing by Evelyn Waugh, a short story in the anthology Murder & Other Acts of Literature. I bought it for the Gabriel García Márquez short Miss Forbe's Summer of Happiness, but it is filled with wonderful short stories by Isabel Allende, James Thurber, A.A. Milne, Anthony Trollope, etc. I highly recommend it. Short stories seem easier to fit into my schedule at the moment. ***
- mf481516 rated 4 months ago
- My three sentences, from Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors:
"Business was very slow. My grandfather spent his days at the top of the house, in his tiny darkroom where I was not permitted to go, bringing out paper faces from the darkness, the cheerless smiles of other people's holidays. My grandmother would take me for gray walks along the promenade." - My three sentences, from Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors:
- Rexgirl rated 4 months ago
- Tagged by http://kiribird.stumbleupon.com/review/18170338 Quote "They say that steamships plow right ahead; they are not at the mercy of the wind, and are bigger and faster. Sailing ships are a thing of the past." Feliciano went ahead with his plans, but experience had taught him not to disdain his wife's financial premonitions. end quote from Daughter of Fortune, p. 123 by Isabel Allende
