I’m dedicating this post to my inability to do anything simply.
Honestly, I don’t know exactly what a meme is (or how to pronounce it – it seems like one of those words that could get away from you – "memememememe"), and I’ve been stumped by the word ever since I entered blogland. But I found one that I thought was interesting enough to post – my first attempt ever at a meme – and I broke it. Oh well, right?
So here’s the rule/"mememe": Find the nearest book, open to p. 123, then post lines 6-8. Somewhat of a rule-follower, I picked up the actual nearest book: Good to Great (a business book on J.’s
ladder-climbing reading list). But something tells me no one is actually going to find a few lines about the "Abbott system of Responsibility Accounting" very interesting. So then I move to the next nearest book, You’re Wearing THAT? Understanding Mothers and Daughters in Conversation. This attempt is a little more interesting, but still lacking the creative fiction element (something about the teen years being a hothouse environment where seeds of conflict sprout – surprising).
Anyway, not as fun as everyone else’s. So I move to the nearest book on my bookshelf and pick up Ramona the Pest from my "I loved these and (hopefully) she will,too, someday" stash. But, get this – it was published funny and there is no p.123, or p.124, for that matter. I’m defeated. So you’re getting p.122:
"How lonely they looked, two bright spots of red in all that mud. She could not leave her boots behind, not when she had waited so long to get them. Somebody might take them, and she would have to go back to shoving her feet into Howie’s old ugly boots."
I love Ramona. And those illustrations.