thursday thirteen #11--ahh, summer
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1.In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat; it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.--The Hobbit JRR Tolkien 2. My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. The Lovely Bones Alice Sebold 3. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Nineteen Eighty-Four George Orwell 4. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano BuendÃa was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. One Hundred Years of Solitude Gabriel Garcia Marquez 5. It was a pleasure to burn. Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury 6. There once was a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb and he almost deserved it. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader C.S. Lewis 7. Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Anna Karenina Leo Tolstoy 8. One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary. The Crying of Lot 49 Thomas Pynchon 9. Marley was dead, to begin with. A Christmas Carol Charles Dickens 10. It was love at first sight, the first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him. Catch-22 Joseph Heller 11. You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly -- Tom's Aunt Polly, she is -- and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before. Huckleberry Finn Mark Twain. 12. I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane. Pale Fire Nabokov 13. "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. Little Women Louisa May Alcott I haven't written anything up on the lines...it would have crossed the line to crazy-long, and I think they are all much better writers than I! Links to other Thursday Thirteens! (plus two I forgot to link last week!) 1. Eric 2. Amy 3. thomma lyn 4. :) 5. damozel 6. pussreboots 7. lara angelina 8. l^2 9. fence 10. dorothy 11. ancsweetnsassygal 12. californiateacherguy 13. madam rubies 14. christine kane---> by the way, this lady can sing! Go listen to her! If you comment, I will add your links above! |
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