A Time to Kill
2 journalers for this copy...
Snatched up by tania-in-nc!
Mailed today to tania-in-nc. Hope you enjoy it!
Thanks for the book! The only Grisham I have read is "The Firm." And that I did enjoy, having worked in an attorney's office as a librarian. Shall journal when I get around to this one ...
I have almost finished my current read Storm Warning by Dinah McCall, 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 this evening :)
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. …
Sunday, December 21st, 2003 --
Few people attacked the morning like Jake Brigance. p14
[my comment: I like the idea of doing this consistently. Usually, I have these focused moments after lunch :)]
Monday, December 22nd, 2003 --
Jake froze and looked at him curiously. Harry Rex moved in silent and dark circles like a cloud over the county. He was an endless source of gossip and rumor, and took great pride in spreading only the truth - most of the time. He was the first to know almost everything. p145
I have to admit that I'm struggling with the underlying subject matter here -- inequalities of justice due to race. Perhaps I'm overly sensitive given that I'm PMT-ish but it is certainly raising emotions. I keep on turning those pages ...
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003 --
Buckley looked at his legal pad and made a note. "Mr. Vonner, is Jake Brigance a close friend of yours?"
Harry Rex smiled and rolled his eyes at Noose. "I'm a lawyer, Mr. Buckley, my friends are few and far between. But he is one of them. Yes, sir." p246
Wednesday, December 24th, 2003 --
"Y'all want some fried dill pickles, honey?" she asked Jake.
"Yes! Two orders."
Ellen frowned and looked at Jake. "Fried dill pickles?"
"Yes, of course. They don't serve them in Boston?"
"Do you people fry everything?"
"Everything that's worth eating. If you don't like them, I'll eat them." p355
[I wonder what they taste like, lol]
Thursday, December 25th, 2003 --
"And you agreed with him?"
"Why not? He was really sincere, not hateful, and he feels better now that it's off his chest." p372
[talking about a phone call]
Saturday, December 27th, 2003 --
"I thought of something last night when I couldn't sleep, and I want you to consider it. It may be painful. It may cause you to scratch your heart and take a long look at your soul. But I'll ask you to do it anyway. And if each of you will be honest with yourself, I think we can wrap this up before noon." p505
[attorney speaking to jury]
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. …
Sunday, December 21st, 2003 --
Few people attacked the morning like Jake Brigance. p14
[my comment: I like the idea of doing this consistently. Usually, I have these focused moments after lunch :)]
Monday, December 22nd, 2003 --
Jake froze and looked at him curiously. Harry Rex moved in silent and dark circles like a cloud over the county. He was an endless source of gossip and rumor, and took great pride in spreading only the truth - most of the time. He was the first to know almost everything. p145
I have to admit that I'm struggling with the underlying subject matter here -- inequalities of justice due to race. Perhaps I'm overly sensitive given that I'm PMT-ish but it is certainly raising emotions. I keep on turning those pages ...
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003 --
Buckley looked at his legal pad and made a note. "Mr. Vonner, is Jake Brigance a close friend of yours?"
Harry Rex smiled and rolled his eyes at Noose. "I'm a lawyer, Mr. Buckley, my friends are few and far between. But he is one of them. Yes, sir." p246
Wednesday, December 24th, 2003 --
"Y'all want some fried dill pickles, honey?" she asked Jake.
"Yes! Two orders."
Ellen frowned and looked at Jake. "Fried dill pickles?"
"Yes, of course. They don't serve them in Boston?"
"Do you people fry everything?"
"Everything that's worth eating. If you don't like them, I'll eat them." p355
[I wonder what they taste like, lol]
Thursday, December 25th, 2003 --
"And you agreed with him?"
"Why not? He was really sincere, not hateful, and he feels better now that it's off his chest." p372
[talking about a phone call]
Saturday, December 27th, 2003 --
"I thought of something last night when I couldn't sleep, and I want you to consider it. It may be painful. It may cause you to scratch your heart and take a long look at your soul. But I'll ask you to do it anyway. And if each of you will be honest with yourself, I think we can wrap this up before noon." p505
[attorney speaking to jury]
I enjoyed this one up until the last few pages. There are a couple of loose ends that weren't tied up. It frustrated me that Jake didn't/couldn't communicate with his wife very well at all. Anyhow, I can't go into any more detail otherwise it would ruin the the suspense.
Shall release somewhere soon! Thanks for sharing. Kymberlie.
Shall release somewhere soon! Thanks for sharing. Kymberlie.
As we're moving back over the ocean to New Zealand I am finally releasing some books. I am sending this to some fellow pre-school teachers.
