Pick Up Sticks
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I bought this book in a grab bag box from "Books Covered" in Woodstock, GA. The aim is to read it and then trade …
c.1970
c.1970
I have almost finished my current read A Most Contagious Game by Catherine Aird, and have literally rolled the dice to see what I am about to read next. And, ta-da, this book is up next. Hopefully, I'll get the chance to crack it open tomorrow night!
I'm going to do something a little different here - make a daily entry. My sig file on my email has a passage from my current read. This changes daily, usually first thing in the morning. I thought it would be nice for you to see these quotes, too.
Why these particular passages? I look at the spot where I stopped when we turned out the light, hubby reads too, and see if anything is worthwhile sharing. Sometimes it's cliche but when it is, I often suspend my preconceptions and look at it as if seeing it for the first time. Often the imagery is sharp. Anyhow enough babbling. …
Tuesday, January 27th, 2004 --
A wastebasket near them bristled with rolls of blueprints. p126
Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 --
All three of Henry's children were married, respectable and well-settled. Nonetheless they represented bitter failure. Henry had justified his move to New England many years ago on the grounds that the children could be raised close to nature. Accordingly, the three young Morlands had spent their high school and college vacations humping supplies up mountainsides, clearing trails, and instructing novices in the arts of the woodsman. Upon achieving emancipation, the three fled to large cities and established residence in skyscrapers. From these aeries, they were in the habit of extending warm invitations to their parents. Not one of them, so far as was known, had seen a blade of grass in years. p146
Thursday, January 29th, 2004 --
The banker's bias stood him in good stead nine times out of ten. But there was always the danger of falling into Henry's error: thinking that, at any given time or place, there was only one correct way to view the situation. p208
Why these particular passages? I look at the spot where I stopped when we turned out the light, hubby reads too, and see if anything is worthwhile sharing. Sometimes it's cliche but when it is, I often suspend my preconceptions and look at it as if seeing it for the first time. Often the imagery is sharp. Anyhow enough babbling. …
Tuesday, January 27th, 2004 --
A wastebasket near them bristled with rolls of blueprints. p126
Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 --
All three of Henry's children were married, respectable and well-settled. Nonetheless they represented bitter failure. Henry had justified his move to New England many years ago on the grounds that the children could be raised close to nature. Accordingly, the three young Morlands had spent their high school and college vacations humping supplies up mountainsides, clearing trails, and instructing novices in the arts of the woodsman. Upon achieving emancipation, the three fled to large cities and established residence in skyscrapers. From these aeries, they were in the habit of extending warm invitations to their parents. Not one of them, so far as was known, had seen a blade of grass in years. p146
Thursday, January 29th, 2004 --
The banker's bias stood him in good stead nine times out of ten. But there was always the danger of falling into Henry's error: thinking that, at any given time or place, there was only one correct way to view the situation. p208