I'm back briefly (SPN deadlines were met and are past), but this weekend is the prep for my daughter's birthday party (must design Harry Potter fantasy cake) and then Packing (!) and Vacation(!). More AWOL to come, I fear.
Book Meme Thingy that everyone's doing: (your book-- right now)
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
He smiled a little. "Rois kept bringing me things to cheer me up-- some of them walked, I recall. A caterpillar, once, and a beetle with bright wings."
Sadly one of the LEAST indicative passages of any part of this book (including its gorgeous prose and its compelling story). "Winter Rose," by Patricia McKillip, which is at my desk because I loaned it to a friend. McKillip hits what is clearly a major kink of mine in the fantasy genre, aside from new cultures and alien ways of thinking. It's the exploration of reality/unreality, of overlapping and merging and parallel and sub-realities. And she tackles it in so many different ways time and again. This book in particular is fascinating (the first one of hers I read). But that excerpt... not so much. Oh well.