Janet’s tagged me, kicking and screaming, forcing me to be sociable even in this most isolated medium. For which I’m grateful.
- Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
- Open the book to page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the next three sentences.
- Tag five people.
Coincidentally, I happen to have just finished The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, which is sitting on our dining room table waiting to be returned to the library. This is a chapterless book nearly devoid of punctuation, which a previous checker-outer obligingly inserted with a red colored pencil.
It’s a post-apocalyptic story of a man and his quite young son, crossing a desolated America, trying to find food, warmth, and safety. It is not the most uplifting depiction of fatherhood, but it is beautiful. Why I—a man disproportionately moved by Hallmark commercials—chose to read this book, I’ll never know.
‘He held it to the light. A single bit of sediment coiling in the jar on some slow hydraulic axis. He tipped the jar and drank and he drank slowly but still he drank nearly the whole jar.’
As tradition has been at Total Depravity, I’ll put a blogfatherly spin on this meme and limit it to children’s or young adult literature, if possible. The closest I can get is The Fellowship of the Ring:
‘They cased me all the way to the Ferry. I have never got over the fright—though I daresay the beasts knew their business and would not really have touched me. Pippin laughed.’