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Let's get voting for November, folks!
Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
Hamlet* by Shakespeare
Homecoming by Cynthia Voigt
The War Of The Worlds* by H.G. Wells
The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
Small Gods by Terry Pratchett
The Mill on the Floss* by George Eliot
Misery by Stephen King
When the Purple Mountain Burns by Shouhua Qi
Love in the time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
* = Available on the Forum.
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Wow these all look good. Really tough choice!
Definitley Homecoming!
I have a definate feeling Im going to enjoy watching this pole
lets see
already read homecoming bu the plus is i still have my copy of that small gods oh yay but humm
I nominated five people bel canto looks good.
humm not mountain or mill on the floss for me thanks
hamlet read that but oh the lovly discussions we could have
This is the third time Love in the time of Cholera is in the poll; I think we should give it a chance this time! :D
Doing a bit of quoting from "Small Gods":
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One of the recurring philosophical questions is:
"Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?"
Which says something about the nature of philosophers , because there is always someone in the forest. It may be only a badger, wondering what the cracking noise is, or a squirrel wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel a bit puzzled by all the scenery going upwards, but at least someone. At the very least, if it was deep enough in this forest, millions of small gods would have heard it.
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And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One:
"Psst!"
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There are billions of gods in the worlds. They swarm as thick as herring roe. Most of them are too small to see and never get worshipped, at least by anything bigger than a bacteria, who never say their prayers and don't demand much in the way of miracles.
They are the small gods - the spirits of places where two ant trails cross, the gods of microclimates down between grass roots. And most of them stay that way. Because what they lack is belief
A handful, though, go on to greater things. Anything may trigger it. a shepherd, looking for a lost lamb, finds it among the briars and takes a minute or two to build a small cairn of stones in general thanks to whatever spirits might be around the place. Or a peculiarly shaped tree becomes associated with a cure for disease. Or someone carves a spiral on an isolated stone. Because what gods need is belief, and what humans want is gods.
Often it stops there. But sometimes it goes further. More rocks are added, more stones are raised, a temple is built on the site where the tree once stood. The god grows in strength, the belief of its worshippers raising it upwards like a thousand tons of rocket fuel. For a very few, sky's the limit.
And, sometimes, not even that.
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Originally Posted by Scheherazade
Hey!! No leading the witnesses!! :p
I am not leading! Merely guiding in the right direction! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
Love in the Time of Cholera! It's only one of the best books, ever, and written by a genius.
Crazy :D... though I second that, lol
I may have to third that....anything but a english book. Not that there's anything wrong with the english......but Hardy may just put me over the edge.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jay
I hear ya, sista!Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
I think this is the third month we are reading 19th century English novels. I am hoping that in 2006 we can arrange the authors in a way to add variety to our reading diet!
Going once...
Well, here I am voting for purple mountains, and the referee stands above me nodding,'I'll give ya a standing eight count, but I don't think you'll make it.' If we end up with Cholera, I won't be reading. I've already read it twice, and its definitely one of my favorites. I will gladly participate in conversation about it though.
Going twice...