Tag, I'm It!
I tagged myself over at Diana Peterfreund's blog. Here's the deal:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five no people and post a comment to the person who tagged you once you've posted your three sentences.
The nearest book is actually Diana's Secret Society Girl, which I've been meaning to pick up for ages. Picked it up at Target Sunday, started reading it today, irritated I have to write this instead of read it! Back to the task at hand...
In the interest of sharing (see Maven Carrie's post yesterday) - and because I haven't gotten to page 123 of SSG yet - I'm going to page 123 of Glorious:
She would make it up to Wroxton by being the best wife in all of
Okay, that was fun. Here's Her Wicked Ways:
He glanced down at his clothes. The highwayman couldn’t compromise her. Montgomery Foxcroft had to do it.
Your turn! Share your stuff, whatever you're reading, something you want to read, whatever - it's up to you!
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Since Diana and Darcy have both shared snippets of their own writing, I'll follow suit, with apologies in advance for the long-winded sentences of my tendentious 2002 style (before I joined the blogosphere and learned so much from y'all!):
While there are obviously no hard and fast answers to these questions, the author hopes that the mere raising of them in conjuction with these pictures of bygone Greenwich will cause many people to take a much more serious look at where the town has been and where it is heading. These images may even serve as a primer for local town planning committees and, perhaps, be used in some local classrooms as well. We cannot turn back the clock and recover that part of the town's history that is lost forever; but we can look ahead and try to preserve what we still have.
I really like the one for Her Wicked Ways!
From SSG, pg 123:
Malcolm was busy spreading vegetable cream cheese on a cinnamon raisin bagel that already held a slab of sausage. Gross. "Sorry I brought you here last night," he said.
You mean the nearest book stack? See, I told my husband that I needed all of these books laying around.
From The Brass Bed by Jennifer Stevenson (which is turning out to be a great read, by the way):
Jewel paused for a breath. It woudl be smart to stop here. But she could hear pain in Nina's brash, aggressive voice. She felt the quicksand sucking at her heels.
Darc, yours are awesome! I love both of them, although the one for HWW really stands out.
Let's see if I have a good one...okay, I'm LOL here.
“Nay,” the pig-eyed brigand disagreed. He spit on the ground and narrowly missed his shrewder companion’s boot. “We been waitin’ ‘ere for two weeks, and yer the first chap wot come down that road to fit the description. "
From RTR:
Roman glared at his brother across the bedroom. “If you trouble yourself to remove your filthy feet from my coverlet, I might be able to concentrate enough to say ‘No’ in a way you understand.”
These are great, keep 'em coming!
Looooove SSG, Diana. I can tell I'm going to have to run right out and buy UTR next week. (It's through sheer dint of will that I'm not blowing off my own schedule today to read!)
Touched:
There was no God. Or if there were, He was a capricious, vengeful God, delighting in ripping loved ones to the grave before their time, and destroying the lives of those who remained behind. If such a God could speak to them through Hetherington’s cold body, Gavin had no wish to hear the message.
Spectacle:
Come to think of it, she’d always hated dolls. Live people were infinitely more interesting.
And, apparently, dead ones.
H-J:
Trevor shifted his gaze from the floating barn to the leather pumpkin to Maeve the talking horse. “Okay, I admit. I’m still having a hard time.”
Testament to Maven Erica's writing when I just spit sprayed the screen after reading the HJ excerpt, which I've read multiple times!
Love the Spectacle one. Makes me a little desperate to read it...
Okay, I'll try this one more time. This is fun, I cracked up at E's and Darcy, Her Wicked Ways sounds great, even if I only read three lines.
Here's AT&B, you'll see the lines came during a scene break.
Except this time it didn’t feel quite the same as it had with the others. Not wanting to think about what that meant, he turned the music up and began singing at the top of his lungs.
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It took Mallory three tries before she got the pilot light lit on the old gas stove.
Now, this is a fun meme! Unfortunately, it's one that's hard to apply to my own work because the novellas only run about 108 pages in standard manuscript format.
Soooo, I grabbed Elizabeth Peters' _Children of the Storm_ off the shelf and got:
"Now Cyrus, it is high time you got a proper perspective on this business," she said, briskly buttering a roll. "It is not really that important."
"Not important!" Cyrus cried in anguished tones.
Loved everyone else's.
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