100 books

  • >”The Waiting. It became a distinct, tangible thing, as individual and real as Bread or Water. How long would he be in? How long would he be in? Night and day, asleep and waking, he worried it, and by his bunk saw waiting the figure of Waiting, a gray, foul ghost.” “It Can’t Happen Here”…

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  • “Jess drew the way some people drank whiskey. The peace would start at the top of his muddled brain and seep down through his tired and tensed-up body. Lord, he loved to draw.” “Bridge to Terabithia” by Katherine Paterson I’m almost certain that Bridge to Terabithia was one of those books, like Tuck Everlasting, The…

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  • “‘I feel like a child,’ he said. She laughed once more, rocking him with the expression. ‘That’s the way I usually feel.’” “Harpy Thyme: A Xanth Novel” by Piers Anthony My father was a great book lover, something the he very clearly passed along to his daughter, and, growing up, the house was just filled…

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  • “He finally decided that he was insane, and there was nothing to do but obey the voices. He started walking west. The voices stopped. He kept walking west. They did not return. He walked west until he reached the ocean, and walking any farther would have led to his death by drowning. As he stood…

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  • “She was thinking of white paper and dark ink, and the difficulty and danger of scoring a page with lines of ink, to make it sing, if it could. If she could make it.” “A Lion Among Men: Volume Three in the Wicked Years” by Gregory Maguire There is no denying that Gregory Maguire has…

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  • “Things happen in the right way, at the right time. At least they do when you let them, when you work with circumstances instead of saying, ‘This isn’t suppoed to be happening this way,’ and trying hard to make it happen some other way. If you’re in tune with The Way Things Work, then they…

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  • “A man can’t understand why a woman’s handbag is such a sensitive object-almost an extension of her person. I don’t fully understand it myself. Maybe it’s because we keep so many private, intimate possessions in our purses- love letters, cosmetics, jelly doughnuts…Maybe a purse is a symbol of the womb, or something equally Freudian. I…

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  • “What they needed most, at the moment, was courage. And courage was something that couldn’t be issued like helmets or hand grenades.” “The Story of D-Day, June 6, 1944″ by Bruce Bliven, Jr. Among the many books I’ve graciously inherited, some of my favourites are the collection of vintage 1950s history books, like this Landmark…

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  • “Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but which look so pretty when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and in the elegant way that they connect to one another, each to each.” “Anansi Boys” by…

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  • “Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.” “The Mouse and the Motorcycle” by Beverly Cleary Clearly, I picked up this book as a little bit of a filler book; I know at…

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