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Category: Reading

I got this meme from BrykMantra:

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451; which book do you want to be?

If this means I have to memorize the book, let it be a really short one because my memory sucks. I tried to find the shortest book though Google, but it just came up with a bunch of annoying jokes. I'm not repeating them... Google it yourself. What a way to start of the meme... not answering the question. D'oh!

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

No. I have too firm a grasp on reality, I guess.

What are you currently reading?

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for the second time. I started reading Harry Potter and the Temple of Doom, oh wait, that's not it. I started reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and had forgotten most of what happened before, so I had to backtrack.

The last book you bought is:

My friend Albert L. Isaac's book Endless.

The last book you read is:

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Five books you would take to a desert island:

1. a book of matches Okay.. I'll start over.

1. The Stand by Stephen King
2. A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
3. The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. I've always wanted to read them, but have not be motivated (if that makes sense). I think being stuck on a dessert island would finally give me the motivation.
4. The Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan. Not just one book, but it's one continuous story that I love to read.
5. Mordant's Need by Stephen R. Donaldson

Who are you going to pass this stick to?

You, dear reader, if you haven't done it already.

Meme grabbed from Hurtling towards obscurity.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth full sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around for the coolest book you can find. Use what's actually nearest to you.

But by mid-May, the sun rises out of the morning's haze with authority and potency, and standing on your top step at seven in the morning with your dinner bucket in your hand, you know that the dew will be melted off the grass by eight and that the dust on the back roads will hang depthless and still in the air for five minutes after a car's passage; and that by one in the afternoon it will be up to ninety-five on the third floor of the mill and the sweat will roll of your arms like oil and stick your shirt to your back in a widening patch and it might as well be July.

Cripes... that's one of the longest sentences ever. Anyone want to guess who wrote that?

Faintly in the distance over crisp snow-cover hills,
Enchanted music calls to her and fortifies her will.
Through a mirror formed from the purest sand of dreams,
She takes his sturdy faithful hand and gives in to his need.
~~Geraden's Champion