fluted white pants.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Go to your nearest book {mine would be Money by Martin Amis, in my bag at the moment}. Go to page 56 and write down a few lines. Here goes:

"I said some of this to Alec. He wasn't listening. Neither was I. An inner door opened and a long girl wearing a pair of fluted white pants tiptoed into the room. Now here's someone, I thought, who really understands about pants. The tone of her skin was almost laughably exotic. Where was she from? Borneo, Madagascar, Mercury?"

Your turn! I tag everyone who hasn't done this already. Kind of interesting! Definitely adding lots to my reading list.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It had started to rain. By the next morning, the bloodstains on the pavement outside the school would be pale; this day might never have happened.
-Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult

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