The Book Game Thingy
So instead of doing the fifth line from the twenty third page of one book, I'm doing multiple books to see how they look together a la The Yak Shaver.
Here's what I got:
I lingered in that tenement, keeping my ears alert to conversations, drifting off to other rooms. That girl was drained. We had to dash back for fear of the filth splashing on our platties, but splussshhhh and glolp she went, down and lovely. "I have more than this, more than you can see: talent, perhaps, and humor of a sort, and I'm a lady and I have pride and affection and delicacy and a certain clear view of life that might make a man satisfied and productive and happy; there's more than you think when you look at me." The face in the motor car will then be known. I concentrated on running away, waiting for the right moment. This pattern of presentation may have certain advantages, and the personality in the wings remains the dominant reality. "Subject and object and the nature of reality," Andrew had said. A couple of the privates in my platoon actually couldn't take it anymore and started breaking down in tears on the first day. For that day we all must labour, though we die before it break; cows and horses, geese and turkeys, all must toil for freedom's sake. I thought we were gentlemen.
In order:
Fade - Robert Cormier
Welcome to the Monkey House - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
The Lottery - Shirley Jackson
Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg
City of Wrong: A Friday in Jerusalem - M. Kamel Hussein
To the Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf
My War: Killing Time in Iraq - Colby Buzzell
Animal Farm - George Orwell
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead - Tom Stoppard
(my apologies to my fiancee for putting the books back in the wrong places. I'm sure there is some order to that shelf, I just can't figure out what it is.)
Here's what I got:
I lingered in that tenement, keeping my ears alert to conversations, drifting off to other rooms. That girl was drained. We had to dash back for fear of the filth splashing on our platties, but splussshhhh and glolp she went, down and lovely. "I have more than this, more than you can see: talent, perhaps, and humor of a sort, and I'm a lady and I have pride and affection and delicacy and a certain clear view of life that might make a man satisfied and productive and happy; there's more than you think when you look at me." The face in the motor car will then be known. I concentrated on running away, waiting for the right moment. This pattern of presentation may have certain advantages, and the personality in the wings remains the dominant reality. "Subject and object and the nature of reality," Andrew had said. A couple of the privates in my platoon actually couldn't take it anymore and started breaking down in tears on the first day. For that day we all must labour, though we die before it break; cows and horses, geese and turkeys, all must toil for freedom's sake. I thought we were gentlemen.
In order:
Fade - Robert Cormier
Welcome to the Monkey House - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
The Lottery - Shirley Jackson
Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg
City of Wrong: A Friday in Jerusalem - M. Kamel Hussein
To the Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf
My War: Killing Time in Iraq - Colby Buzzell
Animal Farm - George Orwell
Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead - Tom Stoppard
(my apologies to my fiancee for putting the books back in the wrong places. I'm sure there is some order to that shelf, I just can't figure out what it is.)