"A Knight's Vow," by Lynn Kurland, Patricia Potter, Deborah Simmons & Glynnis Campbell.
This copy comes from Booksfree.com. It is next after the book by Kathleen Eagle. I literally roll the dice to see what's next.
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
Juliana felt incredibly conspicuous in her Keds and Donna Karan suit. William removed his cloak from his shoulders and draped it over the front of her. It didn't, however, cover her shoes.
"Better?" he asked.
"Oh sure," she agreed. "It'll keep me warm until they stoke up the fire to burn me at the stake.
He only snorted out a litte laugh. p65
[comment: I think it would be fun to do some time traveling but there are extreme risks associated with it ]
I do not feel well enough to go to supper," he said. "You go along and entertain them." He looked old and frightened. Her heart contracted. Though he was not a man who showed affection, he had tuaght her to read, had given her the means to take her own adventure through books. He had allowed her to ride, or at least had not forbade it. She owed him much. She leaned over and kissed him, seeing the pleased surprise in his eyes.
Then she left the room and steeled herself for the evening ahead. p149
[comment: remember this is 1485. what a dad!]
"Clement suggested I make a living by tourneying, and I managed to do well for myself," he said. "I defeated many others, winning the value of their horse and mail in ransom, and I began to hoard a tidy sum."
"And what amount would have been enough?" Guenivere asked him, a trace of bitterness in her voice. "When would you have amassed enough to return?"
Beren ddin't reply, for he was not sure of the answer himself. Never for a moment had he forgotten her. Guenivere had been there with him always, his anchor and his talisman, the reason for all he did. And yet, even when Edward chose him, Beren had been no more than a bachelor knight, without lands to call his own. Would he come back and claim Brandreth? By what right? And so, he had always put off his return, thinking that he must do more, have more, BE MORE. p234
[comment: okay, i am probably thinking too much when I read - but this one clicked with me - why am I always wanting "more", more books to read, more sleep, more pieces to stitch etc? -- how can you tell when you've got 'enough'?"]
"Oh, Beren," Guenivere whispered. "I always acceoted you as you are. 'Twas you who would not. 'Twas you who valued knighthood and money and lands, not I. And though I admit to a young girl's fascination with the romances, I did not want to marry any of those heroes. Nor did I seek to make you into one. I only wished you see that you could do anything with your life that you wished, and you did, succeeding beyond imagining." p256
[comment: okay, it sounds twee - but i think it rings true]
no quote -- just an odd word -- forsooth; adv : an archaic word originally meaning `in truth' but now usually used to express disbelief.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
"You Never Can Tell," by Kathleen Eagle, c. 2001
As soon as I finish The Princess Bride by William Goldman, c. 1973, 1998, I'll be reading this one. It is a library book from the Statesville Library, NC.
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
He was there, but no one really saw him.
Except Heather. She'd known who he was right away, as though there was still something inside him that glowed in the dark, still some fire in his belly. Maybe that was why he'd taken her in, taken to her, taken her. When she looked at him, she saw Kole Kills Crow. She knew him. She appreciated him. And that felt surprisingly good to him. p120
[comment: what makes you "glow"?]
Mary confirmed with a nod. "I used to help with their homework, and I'd tell the way I learned these things. The old stories about why Turtle walks in two worlds and why we must be alert when Frog's voice goes silent at night. Not all knowledge comes from science." p235
As soon as I finish The Princess Bride by William Goldman, c. 1973, 1998, I'll be reading this one. It is a library book from the Statesville Library, NC.
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
He was there, but no one really saw him.
Except Heather. She'd known who he was right away, as though there was still something inside him that glowed in the dark, still some fire in his belly. Maybe that was why he'd taken her in, taken to her, taken her. When she looked at him, she saw Kole Kills Crow. She knew him. She appreciated him. And that felt surprisingly good to him. p120
[comment: what makes you "glow"?]
Mary confirmed with a nod. "I used to help with their homework, and I'd tell the way I learned these things. The old stories about why Turtle walks in two worlds and why we must be alert when Frog's voice goes silent at night. Not all knowledge comes from science." p235
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Saturday, December 04, 2004
"The Beach House," by Mary Alice Monroe, c. 2002
I've decided that this'll be next after Dakota. A Spiritual Geography by Kathleen Norris, c. 1993. This copy comes from Booksfree.com
From front cover: An unforgettable novel about finding your way home.
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
The night was blowsy but it was a good thing. The wind moved the clouds that had blanketed the sky earlier like a giant eraser. The stars now sparkled in a clear sky and made one understand why generations had so often compared them to diamonds. p112
[comment: the simple things we take for granted. when did you last look at the stars?]
"Isn't this the most beautiful place?"
She had to agree. It was low tide. The beach stretched far far out and gulleys coursed through the sand like rivers. In the distance, a small child chased a gull along the surf. What was most captivating, however, was the quiet. The din of humanity seemed so very far away. The only sounds they heard were the gentle roar of the surf and the cry of the gulls. p165
[comment: i'm a beach girl myself. any mention of the coast makes me salivate -- we're landlocked here]
"Turning forty does that to a person, she said.
"The ol' Tolstoy's bicycle theory?"
She laughed lightly and looked at him. "What's that?"
"Tolstoy wrote War and Peace at forty. He learned how to ride a bicycle in his sixties. It's supposed to be inspiring."
"Well, it is to me." p184
"Do you walk out here often? At night, I mean?" she asked, then felt silly for the question. "But of course you do. You live here."
"Actually, it's because I live here that I don't. I guess I take the ocean for granted. Look up there," he said, pointing to a row of houses up the beach. Even at this late hour, a number of them had lights still shining indoors. "See the gray flickering lights? They're all inside watching TV. I'm not the only one who takes it for granted."
"My condo faces Lake Michigan and I have to admit, I rarely stand at the window to look out at the lake anymore, either. But, I know it's there. I sense its presence. Every once in a while I look up and really see it. It takes me by surprise how beautiful it is. Like a gift, I appreciate it then. It may only be a moment, but in that moment my life is better. I suppose it's the same for those people, too." p264
[comment: I don't have the ocean to look at anymore but I do take the trees and the sky for granted. Until moments like these -- when I am reminded of the beauty.]
The wind teased her like a naughty child, lifting her skirt and pushing her forward with a gust. p353
I've decided that this'll be next after Dakota. A Spiritual Geography by Kathleen Norris, c. 1993. This copy comes from Booksfree.com
From front cover: An unforgettable novel about finding your way home.
I collect quotes as I read. These ones are fun, poetical, or even philosophical. Take what you like, and leave the rest. Note that these aren't necessarily the "best" in the book. These happen to be close to the spot where I stopped reading each night.
The night was blowsy but it was a good thing. The wind moved the clouds that had blanketed the sky earlier like a giant eraser. The stars now sparkled in a clear sky and made one understand why generations had so often compared them to diamonds. p112
[comment: the simple things we take for granted. when did you last look at the stars?]
"Isn't this the most beautiful place?"
She had to agree. It was low tide. The beach stretched far far out and gulleys coursed through the sand like rivers. In the distance, a small child chased a gull along the surf. What was most captivating, however, was the quiet. The din of humanity seemed so very far away. The only sounds they heard were the gentle roar of the surf and the cry of the gulls. p165
[comment: i'm a beach girl myself. any mention of the coast makes me salivate -- we're landlocked here]
"Turning forty does that to a person, she said.
"The ol' Tolstoy's bicycle theory?"
She laughed lightly and looked at him. "What's that?"
"Tolstoy wrote War and Peace at forty. He learned how to ride a bicycle in his sixties. It's supposed to be inspiring."
"Well, it is to me." p184
"Do you walk out here often? At night, I mean?" she asked, then felt silly for the question. "But of course you do. You live here."
"Actually, it's because I live here that I don't. I guess I take the ocean for granted. Look up there," he said, pointing to a row of houses up the beach. Even at this late hour, a number of them had lights still shining indoors. "See the gray flickering lights? They're all inside watching TV. I'm not the only one who takes it for granted."
"My condo faces Lake Michigan and I have to admit, I rarely stand at the window to look out at the lake anymore, either. But, I know it's there. I sense its presence. Every once in a while I look up and really see it. It takes me by surprise how beautiful it is. Like a gift, I appreciate it then. It may only be a moment, but in that moment my life is better. I suppose it's the same for those people, too." p264
[comment: I don't have the ocean to look at anymore but I do take the trees and the sky for granted. Until moments like these -- when I am reminded of the beauty.]
The wind teased her like a naughty child, lifting her skirt and pushing her forward with a gust. p353
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