A good book should leave you slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. - William Styron

Monday, May 6, 2013

Self-Raised by E.D.E.N. Southworth

Boys, you know, are about as grateful as pigs, who devour the acorns without ever looking up to see whence they came.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck

"Papa," I said, "of all the things in the world to see, I reckon the heavens at sundown has got to be my favorite sight..."

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Cry, the Beloved Country

Msimangu opened the book, and read to them first from the book. And Kumalo had not known that his friend had such a voice. For the voice was of gold, and the voice had love for the words it was reading. The voice shook and beat and trembled, not as the voice of an old man shakes and beats and trembles, nor as a leaf shakes and beats and trembles, but as a deep bell when it is struck. For it was not only a voice of god, but it was the voice of a man whose heart was golden, reading from a book of golden words. And the people were silent, and Kumalo was silent, for when are three such things found in one place together?

Friday, May 3, 2013

Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Duncan's War by Douglas Bond

"Stumbling's of more than one kind, Duncan, m'lad." He stopped cutting and looked earnestly at his son. "Stumblings of heart, mind ye, break more than bones. Aye, guard yer heart, lad; guard yer heart. Ye can seem to keep the Covenant with yer hands and feet. that's the easy part, but if yer not keeping Covenant with yer heart, ye can't be honoring King Jesus."

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The Teacher's Funeral by Richard Peck

Us Methodists said dancing was nothing but hugging to music.

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She had the longest nose in North America. It stood up against the yawning lid, shiny and sharp with a flaring nostril. She had a snout on her long enough to drink water down a crawdad hole.