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Lifted from Rob (not me, a Rob from Chicago)

1. One book you have read more than once: Besides books of the Bible: Jane Eyre, Jude the Obscure, Gone with the Wind...the list goes on.

2. One book you would want on a desert island: I suppose I should say the Bible, but I would enjoy so many others--how about The LIfe of Pi.

3. One book that made you laugh: The No. One Ladies Detective Agency--the whole series by Alexander Smith

4. One book that made you cry: Maybe Cold Mountain. If I didn't actually cry, I was at least inclined.

5. One book you wish you had written: All of them. To narrow it down, To Kill A Mockingbird

6. One book you wish had never been written: The Lovely Bones. Everybody raves about it, but good God. It was horrible--just kept getting worse with each page turn.

7. One book you are currently reading: The Crying of Lot 49. Not all the interested but obligated.

8. One book you have been meaning to read: got a stack of 'em.

9. One Book That Changed Your Life: Again, I should say the Bible, but I have been reading that on and off since 1st grade. Maybe Grapes of Wrath comes close.

10. Now Tag 5 bloggers: well, I'm not sure any other bloggers actually read my stuff.

Comments

Rob7534 said…
I liked your answers! It's hard not to say that the Bible is an important document, and transformative, but I can tell that you read far more than I!
12:02 AM
Ms Mac said…
Rob, you'll have to check and see if I got the ending of The Grapes of Wrath right on Mr7534's blog!

I haven't read Cold Mountain yet. I haven't seen the movie either so maybe I should try and read it before I ever do see it!
3:23 AM
Scout said…
Ms Mac--I like to take movies at their own face value because they are always so different from the book, and then I either end up disappointed or just plain disgusted. But in the case of Cold Mountain, they stuck to the tale closely enough that I approved. Do read the book, though. For his first novel, Frasier (spell?) was absolutely beautiful.
9:27 AM
Scout said…
Oh, and you got ending right on Grapes. Rose of Sharon, wasn't that her name? Haunting.
9:30 AM
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