Book Tag

I got book-tagged a long time ago. A very long time ago. However, at the time I was reading two books that I didn't want to share. I just didn't want you know know I was wasting time with such poor examples of literature as they were. They were both extremely cheesy. I actually checked the 5th sentence on page 123 of both of them and it seemed to me that they were the cheesiest parts of the whole book. So, I cheated and waited. I knew a good book would come around soon enough, and although it's not really fair, I'm doing it anyway. The book tag works this way: You pick up the nearest book and turn to page 123 and find the 5th sentence. You then proceed to put the 5-8th sentences on the blog. So, at least I didn't do it when the closest book to me was my choice of the bookshelf, because that really would have been cheating. Nor did I choose a different page of this book, because this page is kind of weird. So I only cheated a little bit, or I suppose a lot a bit, but less than I could have. Here you have it:

Hassan's elder son, Reza, threw a bucket of water to wash it away, and it ran in pink rivulets to the children's feet. They watched quietly, wrapped in thick scarves and gloves on their way to school, eyes wide at Maryam. She smiled at them and Noruz clapped her hands, stepping over the carcass to wave them away.

Don't worry, the carcass is the sheep they're going to have for dinner that night. The book is The Saffron Kitchen by Yasmin Crowther. I'm really enjoying it, although I just know the main character is going to make the wrong decision between the two men. Gah! I wish authors and song writers, and movie producers knew what real love was so they could write, sing, or produce it instead of the garbage they think is romantic. But that my friends is a post for another day. I've got all kinds of ideas on that front just bubbling at the surface of my blog writing fingers. Stay tuned.