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50 Book Pledge | Book #28: Before I Go to Sleep by S.J. Watson |
I present a passage from HarperCollins Canada‘s The Restoration Artist by Lewis DeSoto.
A realization hit me. Someone had made this. Someone took a brush and dipped it in paint and touched it to the canvas, making these marks and shapes and colours. And he made the world in the picture appear. It was a kind of magic A hand had made this. A hand like any other, even mine. I looked down at my own fingers, almost expecting to see a trace of paint on my knuckle.
50 Book Pledge | Book #13: Dear Life by Alice Munro |
That’s one of the amazing things great books like this do—they just don’t get you to see the world differently, they get you to look at people, the people around you, differently.
I present a passage from House of Anansi‘s Winter: Five Windows on the Season by Adam Gopnik.
For the final truth about snowflakes is that they become more individual as they fall; that, buffeted by wind and time, they are translated, as if by magic, into ever stranger and more complex patterns, until at last they touch earth. Then, like us, they melt.
50 Book Pledge | Book #56: The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared by Jonas Jonasson |
I present a passage from Hyperion‘s The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom.
Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.
50 Book Pledge | Book #52: The Age of Hope by David Bergen |
I present a passage from Hyperion‘s Sutton by J.R. Moehringer.
And he didn’t always care if his stories were true.
Is that bad?
Not necessarily. Truth has its place. In a courtroom, certainly. A boardroom. But in a story? I don’t know. I think truth is in the listener. Truth is something the listener bestows on a story—or not.
50 Book Pledge | Book #49: The Roots of the Olive Tree by Courtney Miller Santo |
I present a passage from Random House of Canada‘s Luka and the Fire of Life by Salman Rushdie.
We do not know the answers to the great questions of who we are and what we are capable of,” Rashid liked to say, “until the questions are asked. Then and only then do we know if we can answer them, or not.
50 Book Pledge | Book #44: Methodist Hatchet by Ken Babstock |
I present a passage from HarperCollins Canada‘s The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.
To realize one’s destiny is a person’s only real obligation.
50 Book Pledge | Book #29: Sacré Bleu by Christopher Moore |
I present a passage from HarperCollins‘ To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
“This case, Tom Robinson’s case, is something that goes to the essence of a man’s conscience—Scout, I couldn’t go to church and worship God if I didn’t try to help that man.”
“Atticus, you must be wrong. . . .”
“How’s that?”
“Well, most folks seem to think they’re right and you’re wrong. . . .”
“They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their opinions,” said Atticus, “but before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”
50 Book Pledge | Book #23: The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson |
I present a passage from Candlewick Press‘s A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness. Inspired by an idea from Siobhan Dowd.
Nevertheless, the monster said, standing, the roof beams of his grandma’s office seeming to sigh with relief, that is what will happen after the third tale.
“Great,” Conor said. “Another story when there are more important things going on.”
Stories are important, the monster said. They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth.
“Life writing,” Conor said, sourly, under his breath.
The monster looked surprised. Indeed, it said.
What am I reading now? In The Bag! by Monica Kulling
I present a passage from Inkheart by Cornelia Funke.
Some books should be tasted,
some devoured,
but only a few should be
chewed and digested thoroughly.