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If you don’t have anything nice to say…

…do a book meme.

I blame this one entirely on Ian.

Here are ze rules:

Grab the book nearest you. Right now. Turn to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post that sentence along with these instructions in your journal. Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

The dogs arfed a frantic barking salvo at the avian intruders and Charlie put so much body English into wiggling the key in the lock that he felt an atrophied dancing muscle tear in his hip.

A Dirty Job, by Christopher Moore

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  1. Ian Rogers

    Ahhh, Christopher Moore. One of my favourites. The man who convinced me that there is actually a strong market for my own humourous spec fic.

    Jan 20, 2009 @ 6:46 pm


  2. Brian

    Years later, he had quietly brought the daughter to America and set her up in a house in Greenwich, where she married and bore a son.
    Black and White and Dead all over by John Darnton

    Jan 23, 2009 @ 12:57 am

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