Staying on the Rails No Matter What
calebar77 did the book meme and stated that she really wanted to know what her f-list is reading right now. I have to say that I'm not reading anything right now, I'm very happy if I manage to squeeze in a drabble...
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people.
I'm not tagging anyone, but feel free to let me know what you're reading.
The closest book I have around is "Tootle" by Gertrude Crampton. I was reading this to my daughter earlier and it was one of my favourites when I was young. Just by looking at it, I know it doesn't have 123 pages. When I open it, I'm surprised to see that it doesn't have any page numbering what so ever. Well, here a little quote anyway.
"If a Flyer goes very fast, I should like to be one," Tootle answered. "I love to go fast. Watch me." He raced all around the roundhouse. "Good! Good!" said Bill. "You must study Whistle Blowing, Puffing Loudly When Starting, Stopping for a Red Flag Waving, and Pulling the Diner without Spilling the Soup. "But most of all you must study Staying on the Rails No Matter What. Remember, you can't be a Flyer unless you get 100 A+ in Staying on the Rails."
The closest book around with more than 123 pages is "Rubber Gloves or Jimmy Choos?" by Faith Bleasdale. I'm not really impressed by this book. I 'stole' it from the libary on the holiday park where we were staying on Lanzarote. I read the first 79 pages there, and when I arrived home I never read a word in it again. That's not really a good sign.
The two girls arrived first. Fennula and Henrietta. They were as awful as they sounded and the looked like the Ugly Sisters on a bad-hair day. Of course they oohed and ahhed about how wonderful everything looked, but they made every compliment sound bitchy. Jess became just like them. Everything was about one-upmanship. The evening was turning out worse than I had first thought.
I'm not sure if I'll ever finish this book.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people.
I'm not tagging anyone, but feel free to let me know what you're reading.
The closest book I have around is "Tootle" by Gertrude Crampton. I was reading this to my daughter earlier and it was one of my favourites when I was young. Just by looking at it, I know it doesn't have 123 pages. When I open it, I'm surprised to see that it doesn't have any page numbering what so ever. Well, here a little quote anyway.
"If a Flyer goes very fast, I should like to be one," Tootle answered. "I love to go fast. Watch me." He raced all around the roundhouse. "Good! Good!" said Bill. "You must study Whistle Blowing, Puffing Loudly When Starting, Stopping for a Red Flag Waving, and Pulling the Diner without Spilling the Soup. "But most of all you must study Staying on the Rails No Matter What. Remember, you can't be a Flyer unless you get 100 A+ in Staying on the Rails."
The closest book around with more than 123 pages is "Rubber Gloves or Jimmy Choos?" by Faith Bleasdale. I'm not really impressed by this book. I 'stole' it from the libary on the holiday park where we were staying on Lanzarote. I read the first 79 pages there, and when I arrived home I never read a word in it again. That's not really a good sign.
The two girls arrived first. Fennula and Henrietta. They were as awful as they sounded and the looked like the Ugly Sisters on a bad-hair day. Of course they oohed and ahhed about how wonderful everything looked, but they made every compliment sound bitchy. Jess became just like them. Everything was about one-upmanship. The evening was turning out worse than I had first thought.
I'm not sure if I'll ever finish this book.