Book Meme

[unforth]

Haven't done this one in a while...

Grab the nearest book.
* Open it to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next few sentences.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

I have to cheat slightly - there aren't 5 sentences on p. 56 of the nearest book.

"Although for 55 years professor of Geology at Cambridge, he never forgot his birthplace. The tall house on the main street of Dent once had first floor galleries where the celebrated local knitters would sit and work. This was a thriving cottage industry which involved women, children, and even men driving cattle to market knitting simple garments in order to augment meager income."

Fascinating stuff, really.

Comments

[nekomata.livejournal.com]

The closest book doesn't have words... *fail*

[galiyah.livejournal.com]

Maybe it should be edited to 'closest book with words'?

[galiyah.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'm in! What book is your quote from?

[unforth.livejournal.com]

"The Dales Way: 73 Miles from Ilkley to Bowness on Windermere" by Colin Speakman, from the "Long Distance Walks" series - see, as part of my plan to move, the first step is to go through everything I own and pull out everything that I no longer wish to own. While doing so, I found this book which my dad had lent me - see, he wants to take a trip to England to do this walk, and he wants me to go with him, which sounds splendid, but I hadn't been able to find the book. It turned up yesterday while I was cleaning, so I pulled it out and placed it next to my computer. Thus, it was the closest book. :)

[sharonskinner.livejournal.com]

"She raised her finger toward the window, paused and glanced at the ghost's blurry outline. It must be horrible to exist without being able to touch anything. To spend years not being able to go anywhere or do anything more than move really small objects. It would be worse than being in prison, Mirabella thought with a shiver. She put her finger to the window and felt a tendril of relief that it was cold to her touch, and that she could trace the shape of a teardrop on the glass."