chesilbeach Posted May 15, 2012 Posted May 15, 2012 Longevity can be a form of spite. Fragrant Harbour by John Lanchester
lauraloves Posted May 15, 2012 Posted May 15, 2012 I'd never given much thought to how I would die - Twilight, Stephanie Meyer
Inver Posted May 17, 2012 Posted May 17, 2012 'I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.' - 'I Capture The Castle' by Dodie Smith.
ian Posted May 18, 2012 Posted May 18, 2012 " I've always been regarded as someone who speaks his mind." - Alan Sugar - The way I see it.
Deborah Posted May 27, 2012 Posted May 27, 2012 The best of us start their week off with a long commute to their office; I started mine, with last night's take-away leftovers.
chaliepud Posted May 27, 2012 Posted May 27, 2012 'The beginning is simple to mark'. (Enduring Love - Ian McEwan)
Cookie Posted June 3, 2012 Posted June 3, 2012 The problem was, Megan had just taken the second half of the ecstasy when he father called with the news. The Abortionist's Daughter - Elisabeth Hyde
lauraloves Posted June 4, 2012 Posted June 4, 2012 Out of the corner of my eye, I see Williams' face crease in pain. The Difference a Day Makes - Carole Matthews
chesilbeach Posted June 4, 2012 Posted June 4, 2012 The fact is, imagine a man sitting on an exercise bike in a spare room. There But For The by Ali Smith
Kreader Posted June 24, 2012 Posted June 24, 2012 The telephone rang. I answered. After that..... ....it's complicated. Kate Griffin's The Midnight Mayor
chesilbeach Posted June 24, 2012 Posted June 24, 2012 At first, I did not understand the question. Mirrors of the Unseen by Jason Elliot
ian Posted June 25, 2012 Posted June 25, 2012 Navigating a hairpin turn, I gripped the steering wheel hard and did my best not to slide in the driver's seat. Or she dies - Gregg Hurwitz
chesilbeach Posted June 29, 2012 Posted June 29, 2012 Let us start with the river - all things begin with the river and we shall probably end there, no doubt - but let's wait and see how we go. Ordinary Thunderstorms by William Boyd
chesilbeach Posted July 21, 2012 Posted July 21, 2012 Glasses of cloudy yellow Ricard pastis between our fingers, a half-emptied bottle of mineral water on the table in front of us, Michel and I gazed at the oil-slicked water slapping the hulls of the docked vessels. The Olive Route by Carol Drinkwater
green Posted July 31, 2012 Posted July 31, 2012 The circus arrives without warning. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
lauraloves Posted July 31, 2012 Posted July 31, 2012 A day like any other. The Dresskeeper - Mary Naylus
anisia Posted August 2, 2012 Posted August 2, 2012 The sweat wis lashing oafay Sick Boy; he wis trembling. Trainspotting - Irvine Welsh
chesilbeach Posted August 3, 2012 Posted August 3, 2012 Here the sea ends and the earth begins The Year Of The Death Of Ricardo Reis by José Saramago
chesilbeach Posted August 10, 2012 Posted August 10, 2012 Luca Campelli's wish to die surrounded by his beloved books came true late one night in October. The Library of Shadows by Mikkel Birkegaard
Devi Posted August 11, 2012 Posted August 11, 2012 On his way to work Rick Deckard, as lord knew how many other people, stopped briefly to skulk about in front of one of San Francisco's larger pet shops, along animal row. Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? - Philip K. Dick
dex Posted August 11, 2012 Posted August 11, 2012 I was going to die. And it makes no sense. That wasn't the plan, not my plan, anyway. Nemesis - Jo nesbo
dex Posted August 26, 2012 Posted August 26, 2012 (edited) Logan international airport, Which sits atop a zillion-ton concrete promontory, hemmed in by runways, tunnels and the harbor, was heaving with travelers. - To the death, Patrick robinson. Edited August 29, 2012 by dex
chesilbeach Posted August 27, 2012 Posted August 27, 2012 (edited) "Sidony Redruth. Caliban's Fast Food Diner. May 8th 1997. Notes forUndiscovered Islands (working title). I would hate to have to choose, but I think I'd rather have travelling than sex." Hy Brasil by Margaret Elphinstone. Edited August 27, 2012 by chesilbeach
vinay87 Posted August 27, 2012 Posted August 27, 2012 "I will weep no more for the lost, asleep in their water graves. I have no more tears for my youth in the temple of the brindled ox. Life is strong in me and I will not grieve for what was or might have been. Mine is a different path and I must follow where it leads." - Taliesin : Pendragon Cycle Book One by Stephen R. Lawhead
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