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Book Tagged

I'm cooperating with my Sis (well, truthfully I've been slacking in the blog responsibilities lately as I have not even had my rear in my computer seat, which is bad for several reasons, namely my transcription income). But anyway, here's what it is...

1. Grab the nearest book. Don't think, just 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 (Please include the book and author) along with these instructions.
5. DonÂ’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.
6. Tag five people. (Anyone who wants to do it!)

This one was laying open on my dresser, as it is the current selection for Little Chic's and my Mother/Daughter Book Club. Unfortunately, we were supposed to have had the meeting last week at my house, but we've been slacking in the book club department as well. It seems that no one in the club had finished the book. I'm beginning to ask myself just what we are succeeding in these days since it's not blogging or reading! Anyway, back to the task at hand...

Caddie Woodlawn, by Carol Ryrie Brink
"The stiffness and queerness vanished like magic with the comfort of hot mush and milk - even if one did have to stand up to eat it. But the second day was worse than the first. People were restless and undecided"

One INTERESTING TIDBIT about this book---when I was pregnant with Little Chic and we were going through the grueling task of selecting names, I had an aunt who tried very hard to convince me to name my little precious "Caroline Augusta". Said aunt is known for choosing unusual names for her own children and she currently has a teenager named "Martha". I could not for the life of me figure out where the name "Augusta" came from, and how it in any way matched with "Caroline". Fast forward to last month when I reached Chapter 2 of this book with Little Chic, and the first line stated "How do you do, Caroline Augusta?" Now I gotta get a hold of my aunt and confirm that the name must have been inspired from a favorite childhood book. If not, well then, that's just weird.

One IRRITATING TIDBIT about this book---I was not able to find a picture of the actual book cover that we are reading--only this more current version. For some reason, that really irked me. Probably because I was searching at 1:04 am while waiting for Hero Guy to get back from a car accident.

Comments

Anonymous said…
What is Caroline's middle name? I can't remember.

Why didn't you just take a picture of the book cover with you own camera? :-)

I had some intereting name suggestions for each of our four children at times also, thank goodness we get to pick them out ourselves right?

I wondered why you hadn't been blogging as much lately, get back at it girly!!!! :-)
9/24/2006 1:19 PM
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