Found at the St. Vincent de Paul thrift shop on Main Street, plan to read and release back into the wild!Here's a link to Lord of the Flies on BookCrossing.
I found the book in Stanley Park at the 9 o'clock gun. I hummed and hawed about taking it, because I'm not a Harold Robbins fan. I am, however, an avid reader, so I couldn't resist! Too bad the book was SO horrible! I will be leaving it somewhere, not sure yet.Here's a link to Blood Royal on BookCrossing. The book has since seen another journal entry by another new member - TallTimber in Okotoks, Alberta. Thanks Albertans!
Found the book on the trail as mentioned above and took it home. Took me a while to get started and into the book.Life of Pi on BookCrossing. It's already been rereleased on Granville Island!
Type of book that gets better and better after you've let it digest for a while...
I found the first section quite dry even though I'm an Indiaphile but the second section was quite absorbing... and then zingo came the third section. I spent a week thinking about the ending!
Problem with releasing the book back into the wild is finding the right place... but I think I saw a novel (heh heh) place yesterday.
found the book and will release
I was out for dinner on Main St with a friend when she reached into a newspaper box to grab a Georgia Strait. She grabbed a newspaper out from under a paperback and then closed the door. We started to walk away when I said, "Wait..." and returned to the box. "Maybe it's a BookCrossing book!" It was!Sword of the Demon on BookCrossing.
This is the first ever that I have caught. My friend hadn't heard of BookCrossing so I explained it all to her and she was intrigued. I'm excited to re-release it somewhere in my hometown.
I made notes in my notebook - casual voices and things we had heard and seen over the past day that made more sense than other things, and this is what I wrote in my book:
- I could happily die right now with nothing but today in my eyes. (A line written by Truman Capote I had read in a book the night before.)
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For a souvenir I gave the German reporter an old white T-shirt that I asked him to put on. Then, with a thick Sharpie permanent black felt-tip marker I wrote in it the corrected wording of the Truman Capote quote I had written incorrectly earlier in my note pad. I wrote:As for me
I could leave the world
with today
in my eyes.
-t.c.
I came across this book as I was walking through the park one evening trying to calm my thoughts down. I was to be at the hospital very early in the morning for a long test. I had forgotten to go to the library and get something to read as the test requires sitting quietly for 3 hours waiting... Such a blessing to see a book - just what I needed. Junk fiction, no investment, didn't matter if I couldn't concentrate. Thanks for the gift! I'll release as soon as I can remember to take it out of the house with me.Here's a link to Windmills of the Gods on BookCrossing.
We found this book while walking our dog towards Spanish Banks. It wasn't on the bench, but nearby, on the gate where two trails cross. Very intrigued by the little post-it telling me it wasn't "lost".Here's a link to Simmer Down on BookCrossing.
I'm going to read it, and release it soon.
Here's a link to Caroline Masters on BookCrossing.I found this book on July 23 08 in the building of the "Underground Tour" when I was visiting seattle :-)
-07/23/08: the book arrived Vancouver...welcome back ;-P
For many months I have had a large box full of books that need to be labeled and released. With the start of summer and some decent weather (now gone missing), I've stepped up my efforts and have released sixteen books in the past four weeks. On Wednesday, Biscotti and I took the dogs to low tide at Spanish Banks, where I left Fay Weldon's Affliction on a park bench. Last night, I received an email with this new journal entry made by new member bbtea of Calgary, Alberta: found it on a bench by the beach near UBC. was definitely surprised. I had not experienced anything like that. already half-way done the book. interesting read so far. planning to take it to california this summer and drop it there. whoever picks it up, keep the chain going!
It's been a long time since reading a novel - reading anything - was this hard. I wasn't enjoying the read, but giving up was not an option. I must finish. I have to finish. In the end, I couldn't finish. My bookmark is on page 47 of 704 and I haven't touched the book in several weeks; I can't even bring myself to look in its direction, which is hard as it's been collecting dust on my bedside table! Over two years ago, in February of 2006, I PM'd an American BookCrosser and offered to mail this novel in their direction when I was finished with it. Since I'm now finally finished with it (or is it finished with me?), I'll PM them again to see if they're still interested. Time to choose some lighter reading off Mt. TBR for the start of summer.
- Mr Dedalus!
My mother traveled to New Zealand in October and carried along a couple of my BookCrossing books to wild release. One of the books - Light on Snow by Anita Shreve - attracted interest from my uncle who thought that his partner would like to read it. The book was given to him and, presumably, eventually made its way to my uncle's partner.Has been in temporary custody in the Manawatu.Here's a link to the book on BookCrossing.
Way back in the spring of 2005, I handed a book - Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris - to someone who subsequently joined BookCrossing and journaled the book a few days later. Unfortunately, the site seemed to confuse her, as she didn't journal the book under her username. In fact, after journaling anonymously with the original BCID, she actually ended up registering the book, giving it another BCID - which is wrong! wrong! wrong!Found this book at a used book store in Steveston BC. I think I will give this book away either on my travels or to a friend, haven't decided yet.
Stephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coat-sleeve. Pain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart. Silently, in a dream she had come to him after her death, her wasted body within its loose brown graveclothes giving off an odour of wax and rosewood, her breath, that had bent upon him, mute, reproachful, a faint odour of wetted ashes. Across the threadbare cuffedge he saw the sea hailed as a great sweet mother by the wellfed voice beside him. The ring of bay and skyline held a dull green mass of liquid. A bowl of white china had stood beside her deathbed holding the green sluggish bile which she had torn up from her rotting liver by fits of loud groaning vomiting.
I put it off, I put if off, I put it off again - "Put it Off" by The Tragically Hip
An enjoyable and realistic story of a young boy that has the potential to prompt good critical thought. Some of the issues faced by the boy could be talked out by the reader with the guidance of a parent/guardian. Issues such as body image, friendships, pet ownership/campanionship, hobbies, responsibility. All in all, I got way more out of this book than I thought I would. It made me think of my first dog, Lucky, several times.
A fortnight ago, while in Las Vegas, I released a book - Voodoo River by Robert Crais - and yesterday it was journaled by the catcher!there we were on a lovely day in the river pool area at the mgm grand las vegas. on our way out, we spied this book. a lovely gesture, made more so by the fact it was registered by someone not far from our home in victoria, bc, canada. i was already immersed in a book but look forward to enjoying this - thanks canada!!Here's a link to the book on BookCrossing.
Mr. Hastings, arguing long enough to keep face but eager to be convinced, listened as Granddad agreed that Astroturf was a disaster and the DH rule plain stupid, but said that he liked night games, because that made more baseball to look at, and loved watching good relief pitchers, and didn't think the players were overpaid. "Doesn't bother me how much they get," he said. "Ballplayers make people happy. There are a lot of people making a lot of money who don't make anybody happy but themselves. Generals and politicans, for instance. I say hurrah for the ballplayers, and let them make what they can while they can. It's a short enough career for the best of them."
"He's a good fellow. Well, Hastings, let's go in the house, shall we? I'll look over the papers and you can be on your way."
"Leave your stuff. I'll guard it." Jeb grinned. "In case a rabbit comes along," he said, looking at the apple and the carrot.
This sort of heavenly hot air quite warmed him, insulated him from the real world. For a while.
They'd been talking to each other this way since he first started to use words, which he was told was when he was only a year old. He'd heard his father say that it had been a tragedy. "They shouldn't be allowed to speak at all until they're at least twelve," his father had said to whoever it had been he was saying it to.
Martin hunched his shoulders and tried to wrench his mind onto another track. Over a year now since they'd taken his dog from him, that big, wild-hearted puppy he'd named Rufus, and had owned such a short time, but had loved more than anyone or anything else in his life. They'd told him he had to take responsibility for his dog and warned him what they'd do if he didn't and he hadn't and they had, and he still thought it was the unfairest thing that had ever happened to anyone.
Reading a Douglas Coupland book makes you think. By you I mean me. His books make me think, and the thoughts are usually sad - thoughts about meaninglessness, about loneliness. There is humor in his books; not in-your-face punch-lines type humor, more of a subtle dark-humor type humor. But the humor, I find, is overwhelmed by sadness. The main character in The Gum Thief, Roger, has nothing going for him and he is working the aisles at the local Staples. He his attempting to write a book, titled Glove Pond. One of the characters in Glove Pond, Kyle, is in the middle of writing a book. The setting of Kyle's book: an office superstore. That is delicious.
Here's an amusing anecdote from my youth. I used to like playing with green plastic soldiers, but my mom was anti-war (odd, considering what a battle-axe she was) and wouldn't buy me the soldiers. I was too young for a paper route to make my own money, and our house was miles away from a store. My father brought me home a bag of soldiers one night, and I was out of my mind with happiness. I began to play with them, but then my mom came into the room, holding a phone with an extension cord, and she sat down and said, "Okay, you can play with your soldiers, fine. But I'm going to sit here, and every time one of them gets killed or injured, I'm going to telephone their mother. Ready? One, two three, play ..." Well, you can imagine how much fun that was.
Imagine feeling more powerful and more capable of falling in love with life every new day instead of being scared and sick and not knowing whether to stay under a sheet or venture forth into the cold.
I said, "But..." (and isn't that the saddest little one-word sentence in the language?)