Pick-a-Shelf discussion

This is the place to leave your October quote from page 46 (or elsewhere).

Well done on the thread title Lynne!

ditto! I still got to come up with a picture...photoshop here I come!

Turned out it wasn't as hard as I thought. Good luck finding a picture though.

I made one ;) I found a bunch of different anthologies and put something together - not great, but its a picture

Not great? It is fantastic (and very good problem solving if I may weigh in as a math teacher!)

Revolting Rhymes by Roald Dahl pg. 46

This is the 3rd Little Pig and Red Riding Hood having a phone conversation:

'What's on your mind?'...'A Wolf!' Pig cried.
'I know you've dealt with wolves before,
'And now I've got one at my door!'
'My darling Pig,' she said, 'my sweet,
'That's something really up my street.
'I've just begun to wash my hair.
'But when it's dry, I'll be right there.'

From Tales from the Brothers Grimm and the Sisters Weird:

"And if you're Granny, why do you have such big, sharp teeth?" She smacked him on the muzzle with the spoon -- which hurt a lot.

The wolf lost his temper. "The better to eat you with!" he yelled. He didn't mean it, of course. He was angry, but not angry enough to eat his best friend's granddaughter.

From Nine Stories, by J.D. Salinger :
"Well, wudga marry him for, then?" Mary Jane said.
"Oh, God! I don't know. He told me he loved Jane Austen. He told me her books meant a great deal to him. That's exactly what he said. I found out after we were married that he hadn't even read one of her books. You know who his favorite author is?"

Coyote Road:Trickster Tales:

I've just started reading this, and it may take me the rest of the month -- so I may not get to many of the other anthology TBRs on my list. But this one is great! Not old tales, but new stories in the style of classic trickster tales from around the world.

So what about those shoes by the side of the road? Well, now you know that you'd best leave those alone. Someone, somewhere, is up to no good, and Coyote has decided to set the world right. So drive on by. Leave those markers for someone who needs them. I hope it's not you.

From Revolutionary Voices:

Proud to Be an FOB
It's morning in New York City, and it's exactly the opposite time where I grew up, in the Philipines. I am a gay Asian immigrant, and it is quite difficult adjusting to a foreign country. Being a minority within a minority, I find that there are no role models for me ... It seems that being gay and Asian in America, one has to uphold his self-respect on two fronts. The first is being Asian. ... The second front is being gay.

from I,Robot:

Whatever the background, one is face to face with an inscrutable positronic brain, which the slide-rule geniuses say should work thus-and-so.
Except that they don't. Powell and Donovan found that out after they had been on the Station less than two weeks.

from The Tent:

I know she's famous and all now, but quite frankly she was a pain in the butt then and still is. She used to tell the worst lies -- said her dad was somebody really high up, not the Pope but close, and of course we teased her about that. Not that this so-called big shot ever showed his face. Her mum was just another single mother, as they call them now, but my own mum says they had another name for it once.

from Interpreter of Maladies, at the end of "The Third and Final Continent":

"Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination."

from A Knot in the Grain:

He withdrew to his high, bare room to brood. He had ordered another storm, and it had come willingly, but he was too shaken, now, to command it, and so it loitered uncertainly on the horizon and began to break up into wandering, harmless clouds.

from This is Push:

(words spoken in a play)
It seems my heart has always been prepared
for someone to sneak in, despite bad luck.
We each had closed our mouths, been truth-then-dared:
the next thing that we knew our mouths weren't shut.
And neither were our minds.

From page 92 of The Anthology of Colonial Australian Gothic Fiction

"This delicacy of formation was noticable in every exterior point. His small white ear, setting close to his head, might have been wrapped up over and over again in one of the fleshy lobes that stretched away from Sir Matthew's skull. Decidedly, the two men were of a different order of species. One was a heavy mastiff of lupine tendencies - the other a delicate Italian grey-hound, silky, timorous, quivering with sensibility."

I thought this was a wonderful way of describing the differences between the two characters - but also unintentionally funny. I have a friend who owns an Italian grey-hound, she's a sweet little thing but full of life and certainly not timid.

from With a Little Help:

While Lawrence taped large pieces of gauze over the cleaned-out corrugations in his skin, Randy tapped idly at a screen on his desk. It felt almost as though he'd dropped in on someone's hot-desk back at the Order. Lawrence felt a sharp knife of homesickness and wondered if Gerta was OK.