Nandini's and Bish's comments last week made me decide to clarify something about GALM, specifically about being "late" to share their lines.
There is no "late."
Come on over any time of the week and post your comments on the week's GALM and I'll re-post it the following Monday.
Last week we had three short, deceptively simple, and lovely quotes from kid lit.
Sherrie shared this simple, yet memorable line from Home of the Brave,in which a young boy from Africa describes someone laughing on a cold day:
His laughter makes little clouds.
Brought a smile to me.
Bish enjoyed this from Evolution of Calpurnia Tate:
There was my whole life for you, socks stretching all the way to the infinite horizon, a yawning valley of knitting tedium. I felt sick.
I can certainly feel the narrator's sense of hopelessness. Poor Calpurnia.
Nandini has a line from STARGIRL by Jerry Spinelli.
She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.
There is a boy in love.
My line this week is from Tana French's In The Woods again.
We think about mortality so little, these days, except to fail hysterically at it with trendy forms of exercise and high0fiber cereals and nicotine patches.
Maybe it is because I am thinking of mortality in this way a lot these days, specifically about how when you have children late in life, you have to work extra hard to keep healthy so you can be there for the important things in your children's lives. And if you see me exercise, you'll agree that my form of exercise, while not trendy, is very much of the flailing hysterically sort.
What caught you this week?