Tag Time, Part One

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I have been tagged, not once, but twice recently, and while I was sick, too. Tagging is a bloggers’ game where one’s brethren in Blog Land pass along a quiz for you to finish and post and then pass along yourself, much like gonorrhea. These two tags were foisted on me by the notorious J*O*E and Miss Janey (links over there on the right) two writers who I used to think were charming and amusing, but who I now see as the low, scheming brutes they really are. Plus, I think I sort of maybe heard that they kind of killed somebody once. In New Mexico, I think.

Anyway, here’s Joe’s:

Pick up the nearest book.
Open to page 123.
Locate the fifth sentence.
Post the next three sentences on your blog and in so doing…
Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged me.

The nearest book is Fallen by Tim Lebbon. Great science fiction/steam punk/fantasy, very much influenced by China Mieville and H.G. Wells, who are two pretty divergent writers. Page 123 is about a third of the way through and I was glad to get there since prior to that the story was taken up almost entirely with Ominous Forboding and I was getting tired of waiting for the action. Turns out it was worth the wait.

Here’s the page 123 fifth sentence and so on:
His face changed a little when he saw her tears, and she was certain there was a hint of regret. But regret can only go so far. And once some things are said, there is no unsaying them.

“You’re right,” Nomi said.

Hmmm. I guess you’ll have to take my word for it, this is a really solid, entertaining book. Maybe not page 123, but all the rest, for sure.

The problem with this tag is that all the other bloggers I read seem to have already been snagged by it, so I’m trouble coming up with five more to pass it on to. I shall inflict it on Pipedreams, Tigeryogiji, Night is Half Gone, Muscato, and Mean Dirty Pirate. I apologize deeply, but not sincerely.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

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