closest book meme
Nov. 18th, 2008 08:52 amgoinked from
dreagoddess via
drharper
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Luckily, I don't have to be too embarrassed (the other book in my to-read pile is decidedly hotter...
"A cold chill started at the base of my spine and slithered up over my neck.
I stopped and looked around me, reaching for my blasting rod. I extended my magical senses as best I could, tasting the air to see what had given me the shivers.
I found nothing, and the eerie sensation eased away. I started down the alley, toward a parking garage half a block away from the hospital, and tried to look in every direction at once as I went. I passed a little old homeless man, hobbling along heavily on a thick wooden cane. A while further on, I passed a tall young black man, dressed in an old overcoat and tattered and too-small suit, clutching an open bottle of vodka in one heavy-knuckled hand. He glowered at me, and I moved on past him. ..."
"Death Masks", Dresden files bk 5, by Jim Butcher.
hadn't realized how wordy Butcher is.
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1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Luckily, I don't have to be too embarrassed (the other book in my to-read pile is decidedly hotter...
"A cold chill started at the base of my spine and slithered up over my neck.
I stopped and looked around me, reaching for my blasting rod. I extended my magical senses as best I could, tasting the air to see what had given me the shivers.
I found nothing, and the eerie sensation eased away. I started down the alley, toward a parking garage half a block away from the hospital, and tried to look in every direction at once as I went. I passed a little old homeless man, hobbling along heavily on a thick wooden cane. A while further on, I passed a tall young black man, dressed in an old overcoat and tattered and too-small suit, clutching an open bottle of vodka in one heavy-knuckled hand. He glowered at me, and I moved on past him. ..."
"Death Masks", Dresden files bk 5, by Jim Butcher.
hadn't realized how wordy Butcher is.