I found this at Doc's Blog, where she tags everyone on her blogroll who hasn't done it yet. I was happy to find a meme I've not done and very sad to find myself not on her blogroll. And simultaneously elated that the freaks, er, scary people that read her blog won't trickle over to mine ;)
Here goes:
Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
Open the book to page 123.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the next three sentences.
Tag five people and ask them to do the same
today's book: Where the Red Fern Grows (personal favorite)
Page 123, sentence 5: My dogs covered the field.
Next 3: They circled and circled. They ran up and down the barbed-wire fence on both sides.
I knew the coon hadn't walked the barbed wire.
~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~
Mitch gave me his copy of that book on our first date. The copy he stole from the library when he was 9. I came home and read it, realizing at the end, when my tears were dripping so steadily onto the page I could no longer read, that I just might fall in love with this guy.
Hayden's now 9 and totally in love with the idea of getting a dog.
His newfound love of reading can connect him with the young-boy who became his father, with another young boy who understands burning doggy desires, and with who-he-is in relation to these stories and the story he's writing of himself.
Here goes:
Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
Open the book to page 123.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the next three sentences.
Tag five people and ask them to do the same
today's book: Where the Red Fern Grows (personal favorite)
Page 123, sentence 5: My dogs covered the field.
Next 3: They circled and circled. They ran up and down the barbed-wire fence on both sides.
I knew the coon hadn't walked the barbed wire.
~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~ ~♥~
Mitch gave me his copy of that book on our first date. The copy he stole from the library when he was 9. I came home and read it, realizing at the end, when my tears were dripping so steadily onto the page I could no longer read, that I just might fall in love with this guy.
Hayden's now 9 and totally in love with the idea of getting a dog.
His newfound love of reading can connect him with the young-boy who became his father, with another young boy who understands burning doggy desires, and with who-he-is in relation to these stories and the story he's writing of himself.
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