As I left the Kenya Beanstalk capsule he was right on my heels. He followed me through the door leading to Customs, Health and Immigration. As the door contracted behind him I killed him.
Friday by Robert Heinlein
Oh, I recognized Friday before I read the name. Heinlein was my first scifi author that I searched out to read. He’s been gone for thirty five years, and I still have a newspaper article somewhere announcing his death.
“Sanzi had broken yet another rule, but she didn’t care.”
Freewater, by Amina Luqman-Dawson
Americans have been taught to think of the European settlement of the continent as having progressed from east to west, expanding from the English beachheads of Massachusetts and Virginia to the shores of the Pacific.
American Nations: A History of the Eleven Rival Regional Cultures of North America, by Colin Woodard
The elephant was the last straw.
Queen of the Flowers, the 14th Phryne Fisher mystery, by Kerry Greenwood
“Both John D. Rockefeller (JDR) and John D. Rockefeller Jr. (Jr.) loved beautiful views and had an inherent sense of the land and its spirit, although they might never have expressed it in quite that way.”
Kykuit, the Rockefeller Family Home by Ann Rockefeller Roberts and Mary Louise Pierson
“The days of sloth and malfeasance under my predecessors are gone, and so are all of you. You’re dismissed.”
Miskatonic by Mark Sable and Giorgio Pontrelli
“It had snowed lightly in the night and her frozen hair was gold and crystalline and her eyes were frozen cold and hard as stones.”
The Passenger by Cormac McCarthy
“Prior to the invention of California, the uncontested center of the music industry universe was a five-block stretch of Broadway in New York City.”
Backstage Passes & Backstabbing Bastards – Memoirs of a Rock ‘N’ Roll Survivor , by Al Kooper
“There was a dead girl in my aunt’s bakery.”
A Wizard’s Guide to Defensive Baking, by T. Kingfisher
Oooo, another Kingfisher. I’ll have to get it.
“She doesn’t know about us, does she?” asked Georgie.
The Severed Head Iris Murdoch
It’s my first Murdoch. I’d been slightly avoiding her, because I felt she was supposed to be good for me. But I really enjoyed this book
The priest’s hand rested on the small, carved handle that controlled the pitch of the window’s nyawood shutters.
Star Trek: Terok Nor: Day of the Vipers
In a hoile in the ground there lived a hobbit.
Do I really have to say what the above book is? I first had it read to me when I was in sixth grade. It was my class’ intro to fantasy. I’m going to go through all four books again.
“The story begins on a pile of sheep manure the size of a yurt.”
Truck: A Love Story, by Michael Perry
It will happen again.
“The San Francisco Earthquake”
I know I said I was starting another book but this one finally came in the mail.
“When the Civil War began in the spring of 1861, Raphael Semmes hoped to become captain of a ship.”
To the Uttermost Ends of the Earth: The Epic Hunt for the South’s Most Feared Ship – and the Greatest Sea Battle of the Civil War, by Phil Keith and Tom Clavin.
“No one had any doubt that the bombers would come.”
– The Splendid and The Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz, by Erik Larson
“Vance Panzer was feeling lucky as he stepped from the casino’s ornate shopping esplanade into the psychic’s stylish studio.”
Stolen Thoughts, by Tim Tigner
“On and off, all that hot August, we made ourselves ill from eating the greengages.”
The Greengage Summer by Rumer Godden
“I sent one boy to the gaschamber at Huntsville.”
No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy
“In 1797, a Yorkshire woman named Jane Smithson began to write quotations in a book of her own, creating a commonplace book.”
How Romantics and Victorians Organized Information: Commonplace Books, Scrapbooks, and Albums, by JIllian M. Hess
“He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.”
Scaramouche, by Rafael Sabatini