bunnybooks Posted August 4, 2010 Share Posted August 4, 2010 Two years have passed, it is summer, and the weather has grown heavy with threatened thunderstorms. Betty Burton-The girl now leaving Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weave Posted August 4, 2010 Share Posted August 4, 2010 "Phoebe and her friends held their breath as the dead girl in the plaid skirt walked past their table in the lunchroom." ~ Generation Dead by Daniel Waters Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stephanie2008 Posted August 4, 2010 Share Posted August 4, 2010 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...
dave165 Posted August 5, 2010 Share Posted August 5, 2010 I first heard Personville called Poisonville by a red haired mucker named Hickey Dewey in the Big Ship in Butte. Red Harvest by Dashiell Hammett Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lexiepiper Posted August 16, 2010 Share Posted August 16, 2010 I wish Giovanni would kiss me. Oh, but there are so many reasons why this would be a terrible idea. - Elizabeth Gilbert ~ Eat, Pray, Love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
madcow Posted August 16, 2010 Share Posted August 16, 2010 Long ago on the shores of the Atlantic there lived a great Indian warrior called Strong Wind. Picture Perfect - Jodi Picoult Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted August 16, 2010 Share Posted August 16, 2010 It was an October wedding. Incubus Dreams ~by~ Laurell K Hamilton Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pixie Posted August 16, 2010 Share Posted August 16, 2010 "Do your neighbors burn one another alive?" was how Fraa Orolo began his conversation with Artisan Flec. Anathem by Neal Stephenson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brida Posted August 17, 2010 Share Posted August 17, 2010 ''Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while.'' This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heather Posted August 17, 2010 Share Posted August 17, 2010 'Nicky Bennet Disappears', it says, the newspaper story that Anna has helpfully ringed in the fluorescent-yellow marker pen and handed to me. Grievous Angel by Jane Hill. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Weave Posted August 17, 2010 Share Posted August 17, 2010 'When he heard the noise Seth stopped and stared, as if trying to see through the front door of apartment sixteen, the teak veneer aglow with a golden sheen' ~ Apartment 16 by Adam Nevill Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bunnybooks Posted August 17, 2010 Share Posted August 17, 2010 The Irishman's shadow was cast long and black across the chapel's stone floor, and the colours around it, the blended reds, greens and blues that were reflected through the stained glass windows high in the wall behind him, were now less vibrant as the sun sank lower in the hazy sky outside. James Herbert, The ghosts of Sleath. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nursenblack Posted August 17, 2010 Share Posted August 17, 2010 I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves. Shiver ~ Maggie Stiefvater Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bookworm44 Posted August 23, 2010 Share Posted August 23, 2010 When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dave165 Posted August 24, 2010 Share Posted August 24, 2010 They put Foley and the Cuban together in the backseat of the van and took them from the Palm Beach County jail on Gun Club to Glades Correctional, the old redbrick prison at the south end of Lake Okeechobee. Road Dogs by Elmore Leonard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bunnybooks Posted August 24, 2010 Share Posted August 24, 2010 Alba was wrapped in a towel, having had a bath and washed her hair, and was painting flowers on her toenails when reed of the river's launch motored up. Last voyage of the Valentina by Santa Montefiore. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted August 24, 2010 Share Posted August 24, 2010 This morning I woke up and was fifteen years old. The Secret Lives of People in Love by Simon Van Booy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inver Posted August 25, 2010 Share Posted August 25, 2010 'Cornwall is a great place to lose yourself, Mel reflected with a sense of unease as she turned off the crackling car radio and peered through the rain-lashed windscreen into pitch darkness.' 'The Memory Garden' ~ Rachel Hore (and it is good) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peacefield Posted September 9, 2010 Share Posted September 9, 2010 "It was as black in the closet as old blood." The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lauraloves Posted September 9, 2010 Share Posted September 9, 2010 Physisist Leonardo Vetra smelled burning flesh, and he knew it was his own. - Angels and demons - Dan Brown Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charm Posted September 9, 2010 Share Posted September 9, 2010 My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Eliza1 Posted September 9, 2010 Share Posted September 9, 2010 We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
emelee Posted October 25, 2010 Share Posted October 25, 2010 "I have never seen such a summer" -- Hjalmar Söderberg "Doctor Glas" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chesilbeach Posted October 28, 2010 Share Posted October 28, 2010 "Saturday evening," remarked Isabel Dalhousie. "A time for the burning of ears." The Charming Quirks of Others by Alexander McCall Smith Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nursenblack Posted October 30, 2010 Share Posted October 30, 2010 "I see..." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window. Interview With The Vampire - Anne Rice Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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