River of Time Tribe discussion

"For starters, you can pray the trappers don't throw rotten eggs at me like they did last time."
Mrs. White gasped.
Priscilla's eyes rounded.
Eli's grin widened. "Don't worry. They learned to put up with me. Especially after I dug a Blackfoot arrow out of Jim Bridger's back."

From

Anne spoke,
"The navy i think who has done so much for us have at least equal claim with everyone else. for all the comforts and priviliges of home they give up. Sailors work hard enough for their comforts we must allow."

"Have you any thing else to propose for my domestic felicity?"

"Oh! yes. -- Do let the portraits of your uncle and aunt Philips be placed in the gallery at Pemberly. Put them next to your great uncle the judge. They are in the same profession, you know; only in different lines. As for your Elizabeth's picture, you must not attempt to have it taken, for what painter could do justice to those beautiful eyes?"

"It would not be easy, indeed, to catch their expression, but their colour and shape, and the eye-lashes, so remarkably fine, might be copied."

From by Jane Austen

He sat bolt upright, listening intently. The Dursleys couldn't be back, it was much too soon, and in any case he hadn't heard their car.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then he heard voices.
burglars, he thought, sliding off the bed onto his feet-- but a split second later it occurred to him that burglars would keep their voices down, and whoever was moving around in the kitchen was certainly not troubling to do so

from by J.K. Rowling

nice guys :)

how about you join?

“When you’ve finished your bath, come back to the courtyard,” said Cook, the only one left in the room aside from me. “I’ll see you and escort you to the family. But take your leisure, m’lady. Supper’s not for hours yet.” “Thank you,” I said. I crossed the room and put a hand on the edge of the heavy door. “It’ll be all right, m’lady,” she said, looking up at me with compassion in her eyes. She gestured for me to turn and swiftly unhooked the buttons that Marcello had pulled together only a short while ago. “Mayhap it’s the Lord’s intention that you be here with us.”

Bergren, Lisa T. (2011-02-01). Waterfall: A Novel (River of Time Series) (p. 46). David C Cook. Kindle Edition.

His voice was stern, but not as serious as before. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"Okay. I've decided that I don't want you to ignore my birthday. I'll see you upstairs"
I hopped out, reaching back in for my packages. He frowned.
"You don't have to take those."
"I want them," I responded automatically, and then wondered if he was using reverse psychology.


by Stephenie Meyer

New Moon -ackk!

As with most small towns, Molching was filled with characters. A handful of them lived on Himmel Street. Frau Holtzapfel was only one cast member.
The others included the likes of these:
-Rudy Steiner: the boy next door who was obsessed with the black American athlete Jesse Owens.
-Frau Diller: the staunch Aryan corner-shop owner
-Tommy Muller: a kid whose chronic ear infections had resulted in several operations, a pink river of skin painted across his face, and a tendency to twitch.
-A man known primarily as 'Pffiffikus' - whose vulgarity made Rosa Hubermann look like a wordsmith and a saint.

by Markus Zusak

Most of my chores were straightforward. I stowed away the futons in the morning, cleaned the rooms, swept the dirt corridor, and so forth. Sometimes I was sent to the pharmacist to fetch ointment for the cook's scabies, or to a shop on Shijo Avenue to fetch the rice crackers Auntie was so fond of. Happily the worst jobs, such as cleaning the toilets, were the responsibility of one of the elderly maids. But even though I worked as hard as I knew how, I never seemed to make the good impression I hoped to, because my chores every day were more than I could possible finish; and the problem was made a good deal worse by Granny.

by Arthur Golden

kk.

Elinor could not help laughing, "Excuse me and be assured that i meant no offense to you. by speaking in so quiet a way of my own feelings. Believe them to be stronger then ive appeared, believe them to confirm your suspicions. But farther than this you must not believe.

Cari wrote: ""For starters, you can pray the trappers don't throw rotten eggs at me like they did last time."
Mrs. White gasped.
Priscilla's eyes rounded.
Eli's grin widened. "Don't worry. They learned to put ..."

Oh, is this book good? I have it on hold at the library.

Salyna wrote: "Cari wrote: ""For starters, you can pray the trappers don't throw rotten eggs at me like they did last time."
Mrs. White gasped.
Priscilla's eyes rounded.
Eli's grin widened. "Don't worry. They le..."

It's really good! There is quite a bit of swearing though.

BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.
"Where's the cannon?" he said stupidly.
There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands- now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.
"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you-I'm armed!"
There was a pause. Then-
SMASH!
The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.
A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.

by J.K. Rowling

I wanted to pounce. Jaden is a small nine-year-old sweetheart. But a voice deep inside told me to shut up. Let Father John correct this defense mechanisms, not me.

"Hiding in books is like beating up Jaden."

"But you're all grown up."

That struck me as funny and I tried to laugh. "Go figure. All grown up and still hiding." The laughter came out as a pathetic wheeze with a snort at the end. "I guess I don't know how to stop, Kyle."

He stared at me again. What was he suppose to say?

"Hey, you want to see a movie tonight?" I can only take so much personal reflection.

"What?"

"Redemtion opened last week. I bet your supervior would let me take you. It's PG-13. Wait, I heard you just turned fourteen. Wanna go?"

"Yeah!"

So there you go. I took Kyle to the movies. He was pretty good company too. He didn't talk much, but after all my wallowing this afternoon, I didn't want to talk.

by Katherine Reay

Hmm....I'm reading like, four books right now! But here's one from one I just finished.


"Nevertheless."
I knew that word meant that she would speak no more about it. But I was not ready to end our talk. "Grandmother," I said shyly, "what is love?"
She looked steadily at me, as if trying to determine whether I was being impertinent. My question, however, was sincere, for though I knew what marriage was and how some loves looked and how babies came, still I did not know how love was supposed to feel.
She said, "Do you not love the babies you tend while their mothers are afield?"
"Yes," I said, "but..."
"It is all of a one, my dear, all of a one. There's that baby who is loved, and then one day he loves so as to make another baby. Wear our souls out in love, we do, or looking for it."
She leaned closer to me. The color of Grandmother's eyes was hard to tell, the sun had bleached them so, but they were quick and piercing.
"Now I will tell you a true thing, child, and if you are wise you will remember it. The soul, it longs for its mate as much as the body. Sad it is that the body be greedier than the soul. But if you would be happy all your days, as I was with your grandfather, subdue the body and marry the soul. Look for a soul-and-heart love."

by Martine Leavitt.