- I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life, and Alexander Hamilton.
- I listened to Gone Girl and Small Victories.
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
48-Hour Book Challenge finish line
In total, I read/listened to audio books for 24 hours and 43 minutes.
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life, by Wendy Mass
"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight, and it is between two wolves...This same fight is going in inside you--and inside every other person too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old man replied simply, "The one you feed."
"A fight is going on inside me," he said to the boy. "It is a terrible fight, and it is between two wolves...This same fight is going in inside you--and inside every other person too."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?"
The old man replied simply, "The one you feed."
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, by Betty Smith
Suddenly, the right word about mama came to Francie. "Mama never fumbles."
No, Katie never fumbled. When she used her beautifully shaped but worn-looking hands, she used them with surety, whether it was to put a broken flower into a tumbler of water with one true gesture, or to wring out a scrub cloth with one decisive motion--the right hand turning in, and the left out, simultaneously. When she spoke, she spoke truly with the plain right words. And her thoughts walked in a clear uncompromising line.
Suddenly, the right word about mama came to Francie. "Mama never fumbles."
No, Katie never fumbled. When she used her beautifully shaped but worn-looking hands, she used them with surety, whether it was to put a broken flower into a tumbler of water with one true gesture, or to wring out a scrub cloth with one decisive motion--the right hand turning in, and the left out, simultaneously. When she spoke, she spoke truly with the plain right words. And her thoughts walked in a clear uncompromising line.
Friday, August 5, 2016
Mary's 48-Hour Reading Challenge
I'm getting started on my time, planning to use 48 hours without a pause. I'll start with A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and move on from there...
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Silas Marner, by George Eliot
But Christmas puddings, brawn, and abundance of spirituous liquors, throwing the mental originality into the channel of nightmare, are great preservatives against a dangerous spontaneity of waking thought.
But Christmas puddings, brawn, and abundance of spirituous liquors, throwing the mental originality into the channel of nightmare, are great preservatives against a dangerous spontaneity of waking thought.
Life of Pi, by Yann Martel
Life on a lifeboat isn't much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn't be more simple, nor the stakes higher. Physically it is extraordinarily arduous, and morally it is killing. You make adjustments if you want to survive. Much becomes expendable. You get your happiness where you can. You reach a point where you're at the bottom of hell, yet you have your arms crossed and a smile on your face, and you feel you're the luckiest person on earth. Why? Because at your feet you have a tiny dead fish.
Life on a lifeboat isn't much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn't be more simple, nor the stakes higher. Physically it is extraordinarily arduous, and morally it is killing. You make adjustments if you want to survive. Much becomes expendable. You get your happiness where you can. You reach a point where you're at the bottom of hell, yet you have your arms crossed and a smile on your face, and you feel you're the luckiest person on earth. Why? Because at your feet you have a tiny dead fish.
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