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.


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