I have earache. It's been going on for about a week, but it hasn't been too bad. But last night it changed from discomfort to a real ow, but only intermittently. Unfortunately I can't get a doctors appointment until Friday. So I am distracting myself with this meme, found while surfing randomly.
1. Pick 10 of your favorite books or series.
2. Post the first sentence of each book. (If one sentence seems too short, post two or three!)
3. Let everyone try to guess the titles and authors of your books.1. A sea of mist drifted through the cloud forest: soft, grey, luminescent. On the high ridges the fog showed brighter as the morning sun began to warm and lift the moisture, although in the ravine a cool, soundless dimness still counterfeited a pre-dawn twilight.
2. It was a warm, golden-cloudy, lovable afternoon.
Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery guessed by
vega_ofthe_lyre3. In the Land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of three.
Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones - guessed by
spectralbovine and
mrs_redboots4. She scowled at her glass of orange juice. To think that she had been delighted when she first arrived here--was it only three months ago?--with the prospect of fresh orange juice every day.
The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley - guessed by
vega_ofthe_lyre and
mrs_redboots5. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkable smogless Detroit day in January 1960, and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides - guessed by
r_becca6. I was fifteen when I first met Sherlock Holmes, fifteen years old with my nose in a book as I walked the Sussex Downs, and nearly stepped on him.
The Beekeeper's Apprentice by Laurie R. King - guessed by
vega_ofthe_lyre7. When the girl came rushing up the steps, I decided she was wearing far too many clothes.
8. There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart's Desire.
Stardust by Neil Gaiman - guessed by
r_becca9. Histories have previously been written with the object of exalting their authors. The object of this History is to console the reader.
No other history does this. 10. He remembered Mary had said, 'They all speak Welsh, most of the time. Even Aunt Jen.'