Back from Syracuse, still deadlining... I just did the following meme on Joshilyn Jackson's hugely excellent blog, Faster than Kudzu:
1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:
Here is mine:
"It was my second husband and I have left him for ever because he has fallen in love with a welfare worker, not that you'd know what that is, because I'm sure they don't have them in France." In the morning he got up early and made his own breakfast of a glass of grappa, a thick slice of Genoa salami with a chunk of fresh Italian bread that was still delivered to his door as in the old days. We are like an orphanage to art and artifact, because we are willing to handle the unwanted, we give them value. Or the slow evolution of spring: before the city thawed, the Catkin week fair, with its stalls and sideshows on Konnogvadisky (Horse Guards) Boulevand, its bright-lacquered wooden toys; weeks later, servants sweeping dead snow from the shallow roofs, hidden in St. Petersburg as if roofing iron were as intimate as crinoline or whalebone; later still, workmen would prize up the octagonal pinewood paving blocks and trim new ones as the city spring-cleans its streets, and barges creak once more on the Neva or the Moika canal just the other side of Morskaya. Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.
1. Vladimir Nabokov: The Russian Years
2. The Pursuit of Love
4. A Dirty Job
5. The Bitch Posse
Okay, so that's not the order in which the sentences appear in the paragraph, but it's just the order in which I picked the books up around the living room.
Whaddaya got on your shelf?