Friday, 25 April 2008
The first sentence of the book I'm currently reading.My sister, Greta, and I were having our portrait painted by our uncle Finn that afternoon because he knew he was dying.
The first sentence of the last three books I've read.I wake up.
He's fighting a nightmare when they come for him.
Moonlight silvered the room, painting the bed in a hundred shades of grey, white, and black.
They Call Them Buttons.
I Wish I Could Make My Own.
But I Don't Know How.
So I Just Cut and Paste.