I was surprised by how often I came across references to the Tim Hortons coffee chain in Canadian literature, so I decided to start keeping a record. Check out the timbits and double doubles on my blog: https://lindypratch.blogspot.ca/2017/11/tim-hortons-references-in-canadian.html?...
People said she was pretty, but I didn't like her at all & I was not sorry that I had bitten her eraser into two halves & spit half out in crumbs. Only it would be very awkward if she discovered that I had taken her eraser, because she would make a stink. And underneath that thought was the certainty that I would go to prison.
[Short Story Advent Calendar 2016]
The priest in this novel likes to quote Dylan Thomas: "I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners."
Darwin nudged him to go dance, but he was only plastered, not insane. He leaned against the pillar behind him and watched the dancers' shifting, sharding colours. It seemed they were all waving scarves, but those were just their arms.
As they made love Clary thought of lines she had not believed, of images in art. She saw a rose window and understood, in some translation of spirit, why cathedrals had them - that arching, redoubling, million-faceted rose-wide opening, that springing, flooding light. The reason of the rose, in the first place.
It felt like lying, to be called essential to the purposes of God when she was doing exactly what she wanted to do. It was only luck that her purposes and God's coincided this time.
9-year-old Darlene is an accomplished snoop. "In the night-table drawers she found almost nothing: a nail-clipper and file and some flat blood-coloured cough drops. She tasted one, but it was disgusting. She spat it out, dried it off and put it back in the package."
(Reminds me of when I came home to find an entire pkg of Halls in a sticky mess across the floor; my dog had unwrapped and tasted each one, spitting out each in turn.)
pickBegins with a car crash & driver at fault decides to take in the entire family because they had been living in their car. Emotional mayhem ensues. Lots of interesting characters. Very rewarding novel for discussion. What makes a person good? Can you be TOO good? Do motives matter when doing good works? #CanLit
He had brought Timbits, assorted. The jelly ones, the tiny perfect jelly doughnuts, made Clara cry. [...]
Dolly climbed on Darwin's lap, and then Trevor, and they both had a good time crying, but it would not last. Like the pleasure of doughnuts only lasts for a second.
Ready for tonight's book club. I checked, and yes, #page24 has a flag: "she was somehow stupidly ashamed of wanting to help."
"She was not herself anymore. And really, she couldn't have got out any easier." Out through the door to death, that heavy door that sticks on its hinges and doesn't want to push open.
I wasn't participating in the #24in48 readathon, but quietly cheering everyone on as they posted. You guys inspired me to use my stopwatch to measure my reading over the weekend: this is just keeping track of my usual amount of reading. If anyone has been wondering how I read so many books, now you know. 😊
Good to a Fault | 
