Ten sentences
Nicole has tagged me to do a book meme. The instructions are:
- Take ten books, and transcribe the fifth sentence from page fifty six.
- Make sure that at least five books are fiction, provide five hints, and pass the meme on to six other bloggers.
What that means is that you, dear reader, are supposed to guess the books. I have decided to provide you with very definite clues, since there are approximately a few billion options, and since I have an inkling that few, if any, are going to conduct extensive research or invest hours in pondering which books Ali Nobody from Tamworth is reading, or has nearby (my own mother doesn’t read this blog!). This post would then sit here as a glaring and silent testament to the way things are. So, in the interests of self-protection, here is my list, with no expectations:
The two young curates talked a little aside during these discussions, which had imperfect interest for their unbeneficed minds; and the transcendental and near-sighted Mr Baird seemed to listen somewhat abstractedly, knowing little more of potatoes and mangel-wurzel than that they were some form of the ‘Conditioned’.
- Written by the incomparable George Eliot, about a Reverend whose name is also a minor prophet.
All reality is iconoclastic.
- C. S. Lewis
‘- the fourth place you’re not in love with me but you might be afterwards, and that would begin your life with a terrible mess.’
- Ahem. Yes indeed. This is a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald about a terrible mess.
For Dad, everything else we did was but a prelude to this experience.
- Written by a Christian counsellor to help people in need of change help people in need of change. This is from page 57 because 56 is blank.
And will you kindly tell me, mister, what this has to do with the men of 1916?
- This memoir won the Pulitzer Prize in 1997.
“Faust sold his soul to get his youth back,” said Thomas.
- Originally published in 1949, this novel has been made into a movie staring Rose Byrne, Romola Garai, Bill Nighy.
There is a place
in the woods
where my swift
and stout-hearted dog
turns and wants to climb
into my arms.- That’s how it’s set out. A memoir of sorts, first published in 1995, by the woman who won the Pulitzer for Poetry in 1984.
Sinclair Ferguson says: ‘Only when we turn away from away from looking at our sin to look at the face of God, to find his pardoning grace, do we begin to repent.
- A great book for a new year, written by this guy. Actually, I've since realised that this is the sixth sentence, but there you have it.
Both spluttered in deep embarrassment.
- Book by the illustrious Mr DA Carson, a commentary on Philippians.
It came boring out of the east like some ribald satellite of the coming sun howling and bellowing in the distance and the long light of the headlamp running through the tangled mesquite brakes and creating out of the night the endless fenceline down the dead straight right of way and sucking it back again wire and post mile on mile into the darkness after where the boilersmoke disbanded slowly along the faint new horizon and the sound came lagging and he stood still holding his hat in his hands in the passing ground-shudder watching it till it was gone.
- I broke the rules. Because sometimes a sentence breaks all the rules and creates something extraordinary. All the Pretty Horses, by Cormac McCarthy.
If your self-assurance is up to it, I tag Rebecca, Duncan, Andrew, Bonnie, Simone and Sophie.