Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The Bookworm's Award

Patti's Pen & Picks: The Bookworm's Award: "Patti O'Brien has just awarded me The Bookworm's Award. She adds, "Along with the award, there are a few rules. Open the closest book to you—not your favorite or most intellectual book, but the book closest to you at the moment—to page 56. Write out the fifth sentence as well as the next two to five sentences."

The book nearest me happens to be Pieces of Modesty, a collection of Peter O'Donnell's Modesty Blaise short stories. On p. 56 we see this: "Though the guards there could not see the truck now, they would have marked its passing along the road, and they were trained to suspicion. Their machine guns would be ready, covering the gap between wire and Wall, and they might well be calling the patrol guards by radio. Distantly, from the far side of the Wall, a loud hailer sounded harshly."

So there you have it. I think I've seen this meme before, and as usual, I won't tag anybody. Feel free to play on your own blog, though, or in the comments.


Benjie said...

I'll bite: Since I'm at the office, I've got my copy of Worldliness (which I'm reading for review) at hand. It's a collection of essays/sermons edited by C.J. Mehaney about how Christians should not be worldly. Page 56 is in the midst of Craig Cabaniss' treatise on "media." Here's the quote from the middle of the page: "This is nowhere more obvious than in sitcoms, stand-up routines, late-night talk shows, and comedy movies. In light of God's holiness, immorality should lead to weeping, not laughing. God is not by any means a prude; he created sex to be enjoyed to the fullest in marriage. We cultivate a high view of both God and sex when we thank him for it; we demean both God and sex when we obscenely joke about it."

Librarian D.O.A. said...

I'm surrounded by books, perchance, but the closest one has this:

"Good. Appreciate your help." The detective folded the paper into his breast pocket, then jabbed a hitchhiker's thumb toward the bloody desk, and cracked a wry smile. "Did he get the numbers done before he left?"
Tabor shook his head. "Nope. A lot more blood on the damn page than pen marks."
The detective laughed. Tabor smiled.
...The King of Ragtime by Larry Karp