A Book Friday Five:

Friday Five

1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)? Novels - fiction

2. What is your favorite novel? To Kill a Mockingbird

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!) Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (which reminds of what has happened the last few days here in old Big D:

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods are these I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind
and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

4. What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read?
Shelby Foote's Civil War;
Gormenghast

5. What are you currently reading? The 4th Harry Potter Book; Portrait of a Killer by Patricia Cornwell.

Quotes about Books

I wonder... why I keep so many books that I know I will not read again. I tell myself that, every time I get rid of a book, I find a few days later that this is precisely the book I'm looking for. I tell myself that there are no books (or very, very few) in which I have found nothing at all to interest me. I tell myself that I've brought them into my house for a reason in the first place, and that this reason may hold good again in the future. I invoke excuses of thoroughness, of scarcity, of faint scholarship. But I know that the main reason I hold onto this ever-increasing hoard is a sort of voluptuous greed. I enjoy the sight of my crowded bookshleves, full of more or less familiar names. I delight in knowing that I'm surrounded by a sort of inventory of my life, with intimations of my future. I like discovering, in almost forgotten volumes, traces of the reader I once was -- scribbles, bus tickets, scraps of paper with mysterious names and numbers, the occasional date and place on the book's flyleaf which take me back to a certain cafe, a distant hotel room, a faraway summer so long ago. I could, if I had to, abandon these books of mine and begin again, somewhere else; I have done so before, several times, out of necessity. But then I have also had to acknowledge a grave, irreparable loss. I know that something dies when I give up my books, and that my memory keeps going back to them with mournful nostalgia." -- Alberto Manuel, A History of Reading

Well, I think I have done quite well on this blog. With a background of books and coffee colored message boards, I can now get started, with only a few minor touch ups, etc. to make it better.

Now for the books.

Yuck!!! I am still working on the color of this thing and now have puce and pea green. Must get back to work on it.

Ed has read 9 books so far.
Quida - 3
Me - 0

At least they are doing something.