Category: "Books: Excerpt"

May 12th, 2008
Per Petterson - Out Stealing Horses - 20What he had taught me was to be reckless, taught me that if I let myself go, did not slow myself down by thinking so much beforehand I could achieve many things I would never have dreamt possible.

May 6th, 2008
Dennis Lehane - Shutter Island - 4I misplace things far too often these days, my glasses more than anything. My car keys. I enter stores and forget what I've come for, leave the theater with no recollection of what I've just seen. If time for me really is a series of bookmarks, then I feel as if someone has shaken the book and those yellowed slips of paper, torn matchbook covers and flattened coffee stirrers have fallen to the floor, and the dog-eared flaps have been pressed smooth.

April 28th, 2008
Charles Baxter - The Feast of Love - 18What are you going to do when it doesn't matter what you say?

April 19th, 2008
Homer Hickam - Rocket Boys - 305

A vision in pink and lace came down the steps from the gym floor and sat down beside me. Melba June Monroe, an eleventh grader, looked me over. She was a pretty girl. I had always liked her. "Hi, Sonny," she cooed. "Boy is my date boring. I don't even know where he is. Why is a tough little rocket boy going stag to the formal? Do you wanta dance?"

I wanted to dance, and I wanted to take her home in Roy Lee's backseat afterward. Did both, as it turned out. Rocket-boy fame.

April 16th, 2008
Charles Baxter - The Feast of Love - 204Because it's the midwest, no one really glitters because no one has to, it's more a dull shine, like frequently used silverware. We were all presentable enough, but almost no one was making any kind of statement. Out here in Michigan, the real style is too difficult to maintain; the styles are all convenient and secondhand. We're all hand-me-down personalities. But that's liberating: it frees you up for other matters of greater importance, the great themes, the sordid passions.

March 26th, 2008
Philip Pullman - The Golden Compass - 32

"That's the duty of the old," said the Librarian, "to be anxious on behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old."

They sat for a while longer, and then parted, for it was late, and they were old and anxious.

March 19th, 2008
Charles Baxter - The Feast of Love - 31Loving him was particularly tricky because he was inaccessible in a sort of wacky way. Like so many of these twenty-something guys he was a perpetual traveler in outer space. What are you guys looking for out there? Trysts with aliens? I don't get it. Never have. He was one of those men who could talk articulately about anything -- food or movies or music or current events -- but you could discern in the middle of his conversation that he had commenced to brood about something else that was not making its way into the mix. Right at the table he'd disappear on you and you couldn't get him back.

March 5th, 2008
Homer Hickam - Rocket Boys - 329...and all of a sudden I realized how much he meant to me. I found myself wanting to say that I hoped Roy Lee would always be my friend, and that I could be his, no matter what happened to us or where we went or how far apart we were. I settled for hitting him on the shoulder and then letting him hit me back, a good balled fist to the shoulder that hurt. That said everything I wanted to say without letting the words get in the way of it, anyway.

February 25th, 2008
Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist - 44He realized: If I can learn to understand this language without words, I can learn to understand the world.

February 22nd, 2008
Homer Hickam - Rocket Boys - 199"All I've done is give you a book," she said. "You have to have the courage to learn what's inside it."