lemmings are bookworms too!

Okay, being that this little game has been played by all my blogger friends, I figure I'll join in.


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 blog 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.

From The Poet and The Murderer by Simon Worrall:

Ireland was only seven years old when the seventeen-year-old Chatterton commetted suicide by drinking arsenic, but London's gossiping classes still buzzed with tales of his brilliant career. Using the pen name Thomas Rowley, a fifteenth-century monk whose work Chatterton claimed to have discovered at St. Mary Redcliffe Church in Bristol, he forged a series of seductive medieval poems that in their day were as popular as Beatles songs were in the 1960s. Wordsworth called Chatterton a "marvelous Boy."

Your turn! L, I know you're next. :D


VegasGustan said...

Interesting passage. I am a little dopy right now, of course a Lortab will do that to you. Damn, those wonderful white pills.

L said...

can I dig for my trashiest book instead ?

I will post this tomorrow since I am going to bed now :)

EXHAUSTED this week!

Carol said...

Sacajawea by Anna Lee Waldo
"Thus it became a sort of Grand Portage at rendezvous time, but operated by Indians...
Before sunup the next morning, the tum-tum of hide drums was heard coming from the center of the village. The Moon of the Trading Fair,June,had begun. During the night the Hidatsa scouts discovered the Yankton Sioux setting up a camp close by".

Mike said...

I'm game....