The Road

Cormac McCarthy's The Road has been awarded the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

I am not a fan of all Oprah's pick on books, but this one, she didnt do wrong!

Feli, it's a must buy or please wait till June! :D

Answering Machine Says...

1. Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now because my girlfriend and I are doing our favorite thing together. Personally I like doing it up and down, while she likes doing it side-to-side r-e-a-l slow...
So I’ll get back to you when we finish brushing our teeth.

2. "911 - What is your emergency?"

3. Hi! John's answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please speak very slowly and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.

4. Hi. This is John: If you are the phone company, I already sent the money. If you are my parents, please send money. If you are my financial aid institution, you didn't lend me enough money. If you are my friends, you owe me money. If you are a female, don't worry, I have plenty of money.

5. This is not an answering machine this is a telepathic thought-recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your reason for calling, and a number where I can reach you, and I'll think about returning your call.

6. Hello. I'm home right now but cannot find the phone. Please leave a message and I will call you back as soon as I find it.

7. A is for academics, B is for beer. One of those reasons is why we're not here. So leave a message.

8. Hi, I'm not home right now, but my answering machine is, so you can talk to it instead. Wait for the beep.

9. Please leave a beep at the message.

10. Please leave your name and number, and after I've doctored the tape, your message will implicate you in a federal crime and be brought to the attention of the FBI.

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Odd Thomas - Dean Koontz

During my stay in Matane, i read the last series to Odd Thomas. I will wait with much fingers drumming for Koontz to write another one of Odd adventures, "loop me in, odd one"

I now leave you with excerpts and reviews...

Excerpts:

CHAPTER ONE

Embraced by stone, steeped in silence, I sat at the high window as the third day of the week surrendered to the fourth. The river of night rolled on, indifferent to the calendar.
I hoped to witness that magical moment when the snow began to fall in earnest. Earlier the sky had shed a few flakes, then nothing more. The pending storm would not be rushed.

The room was illuminated only by a fat candle in an amber glass on the corner desk. Each time a draft found the flame, melting light buttered the limestone walls, and waves of fluid shadows oiled the corners.

Most nights, I find lamplight too bright. And when I'm writing, the only glow is the computer screen, dialed down to gray text on a navy-blue field.

Without a silvering of light, the window did not reflect my face. I had a clear view of the night beyond the panes.

Living in a monastery, even as a guest rather than as a monk, you have more opportunities than you might have elsewhere to see the world as it is, instead of through the shadow that you cast upon it.

St. Bartholomew's Abbey was surrounded by the vastness of the Sierra Nevada, on the California side of the border. The primeval forests that clothed the rising slopes were themselves cloaked in darkness.

From this third-floor window, I could see only part of the deep front yard and the blacktop lane that cleaved it. Four low lampposts with bell-shaped caps focused light in round pale pools.

The guesthouse is in the northwest wing of the abbey. The ground floor features parlors. Private rooms occupy the higher and the highest floors.

As I watched in anticipation of the storm, a whiteness that was not snow drifted across the yard, out of darkness, into lamplight.

The abbey has one dog, a 110-pound German-shepherd mix, perhaps part Labrador retriever. He is entirely white and moves with the grace of fog. His name is Boo.

My name is Odd Thomas. My dysfunctional parents claim a mistake was made on the birth certificate, that Todd was the wanted name. Yet they have never called me Todd.

Reviews:

"Engaging?. An irresistibly offbeat mix of supernatural horror and laugh-out-loud humor."—Publishers Weekly

"Odd Thomas' latest adventure will make a believer out of even the hardest-nosed soul."—Denver Post

"An irresistibly offbeat mix of supernatural horror and laugh-out-loud humor."—Arizona Daily Star

Spring, Where Art Thou

Spring, Where Art Thou - by Idah X
This one's for you sweetie...


O' Winter
Your Presence Were Felt

Your Soft Whites Ever so Pure
Glistening Under The Sunlight
Though Dark, Gray Storms
Were One Too Many At Times

May is Beckoning…
April is Leaving…

Won’t You Leave and
Let Us Be Merry…

Till August.. Bring It On!

Well, i am back at my old job, good thing was, boss didnt ask back for his Tag Heuer watch..heheh, or i would have given him the look or kick his ass, ok, i hope he doesnt read this.

My 1 month with Lars made me realise, there are loads of ups and downs in one's life, be it personal or own creation. Communication is the essence and having few close friends and love ones, makes it easier, for it is difficult for them at the same time.

Family matters, no matter where you are, Lars family is one good example, no matter how far apart he is from his family, they are close knit, it was not easy for either, but time, as always, will mend and heal everything.

My family, no matter how weird, how scary we get at times, we are as close as it gets, being just miserable happy, if there is such word. Coming home and arguing with sis had never been such fun, or listening to kids screaming... and then when the jetlag has worn off and reality kicks in, you need 2 aspirin just so the throbbing pain will stop at some point... hahahahah.

I am looking forward to August now, to be together with my better half.. till then, i have driving lessons, screaming babies strapping to my legs, siblings to argue with, mum to drive up the wall, friends to get merry with and last but foremost, my work!!!!! I always say, Good Lord loves me, and He does...

Have a great week ahead!

This is Idah signing off..

Be Kind To Animals, Kick Only Human!

Happy Birthday Dad!

To my Dad on his day,

Of whom I am a living will:

May your happiness fulfill

Your goodness, as is just and right.

Deeds are seeds upon the night

As wind and wonder have their way,

Delivering the destined light.

Happy Birthday!, Til lykke med fødselsdagen!, Voeux de bonheur!

With Much Love From Us Both!

Hope you enjoyed your holiday in Greece...

much excerpts from the Net....