Lilywhite Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 It had been a traditional funeral Karen Rose - Nothing to Fear Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tiger Posted September 6, 2008 Share Posted September 6, 2008 When the east wind blows up Helford river the shining waters become troubled and disturbed snd the little waves beat angrily upon the sandy shores. Frenchman's Creek by Daphne Du Maurier Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shelbel Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
supergran71 Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 (edited) "They met Matthias on a day trip to Cozumel" The Ruins by Scott Smith Edited September 7, 2008 by supergran71 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
~Andrea~ Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 "This book is documentation of unexplainable events that occurred at the Walkingtons' residence over the period of eleven months back in 1998." Eleven Terrible Months by R L Royle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kernow_reader Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 " I am merely copying, word for word, what was printed in the State Gazette today: " "We" by Yevgeny Zamyatin. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weave Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 'The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer win stireed amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.' The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde:readingtwo: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Susanne Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 Unfurled from its mooring, the rope flew through the air and sprayed the woman's bare arms wit droplets of seawater. The Island by Victoria Hislop Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ii Posted September 7, 2008 Share Posted September 7, 2008 Il est né le 14 septembre 1974 à 8 heures du matin par 15* 30' de latitude nord et 65* de longitude ouest, ce qui situait son berceau sur une petite île au large des côtes honduriennes. Où es-tu? by Marc Levy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shelbel Posted September 11, 2008 Share Posted September 11, 2008 She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance. The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grabit Posted September 11, 2008 Share Posted September 11, 2008 To sleep is to die. first book of Troy - Lord of the Silver Bow, by David Gemmell Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch-hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs, changed naturally into pity and contempt. Persuasion by Jane Austen Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stephanie2008 Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 "Leah peered through the gap between her curtains at the house across the road." 31 Dream Street - Lisa Jewell. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wordsgood Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 Apocalypse, Armageddon, dies irae, doomsday, or simply the End: there are a number of ways of referring to the end of the world just as there are many ways of reacting to such a prospect. from A Brief History of The End of the World: From Revelations to Eco-Disaster, by Simon Pearson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heather Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 'Sir?' Petrified~Barbara Nadel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Renniemist Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 This morning for the first time in many years, I passed the shop on Seymour Street. The Clothes on their Backs by Linda Grant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
molly Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 What if I told you I had a fantasy? Lover Revealed - J.R. Ward Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pilgrim Posted September 12, 2008 Share Posted September 12, 2008 They were in one of the "i" states when Zeke told Isaac he had to ride in the trunk for a little while. By a Spider's Thread by Laura Lippman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kate Posted September 13, 2008 Share Posted September 13, 2008 Even now I don't like leaving the house on foggy days Restitution by Eliza Graham Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tiger Posted September 13, 2008 Share Posted September 13, 2008 A light above the surgery door flashed on and a few people in the waiting room looked up expectantly. Mates, Dates and Great Escapes by Cathy Hopkins Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Severnlad Posted September 13, 2008 Share Posted September 13, 2008 They removed his left leg in the morning. By evening he was awake Hotel Juliet - Belinda Seaward Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lukeozade100 Posted September 13, 2008 Share Posted September 13, 2008 The boy with the fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of the rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon. Lord Of The Flies by William Golding Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kylie Posted September 16, 2008 Share Posted September 16, 2008 Clare: It's hard being left behind. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stephanie2008 Posted September 16, 2008 Share Posted September 16, 2008 "It was reliably reported by several persons that a rain of stones fell from a clear blue sky on Carlin Street in the town of Chamberlain on August 17th." Stephen King's Carrie. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jo-Bridge Posted September 18, 2008 Share Posted September 18, 2008 It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love Gabriel Garcia Marquez- Love In the time of cholera Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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