Books & Authors - October 2006

2006-10-26 11:38:45 · 7 answers · asked by Kaylie 2

2006-10-26 11:37:07 · 6 answers · asked by BABYCAKES92 1

I love Dean Koontz and Richard Laymon. I recently found out that they are good friends and although their writing is similar, they are both brilliantly unique. I have found a few titles from each that were disappointing but the others that were magnificent more than made up for it. I would like to know which Laymon books you like and which you didn't and why. Just curious. And Koontz has been writing since the 70's under different pseudonyms and I was curious if anyone has read his works that are out of print and wha they thought. Koontz is my all time favorite author, but Laymon is the only author that has ever truly scared me with a book--Endless Night --has anyone else read this?

2006-10-26 11:33:04 · 5 answers · asked by Candy D 3

2006-10-26 11:06:20 · 7 answers · asked by cassie s 2

Lost passions burned my heart everyday
This firestorm will strike me for seasons to come
Burning to ashes every last straw of pity
As the moon rise,
I'll take a mother from her child
I'll take a groom from his bride
This night, the world and my grief unites
And the blood keeps dripping off my paws to this moment
Burying a piece of my sorrows with each victim
Witnessing this everlasting tragedy in my sleepless nights

2006-10-26 11:02:09 · 4 answers · asked by The Hitman 4

What did you think of it?
I think it was made into a movie, was it?

2006-10-26 10:54:54 · 41 answers · asked by Dreamer 4

2006-10-26 10:52:11 · 1 answers · asked by kayellcee56 1

2006-10-26 10:49:38 · 1 answers · asked by kayellcee56 1

What do you think are the stregnths and weaknesses of them that affect their abililty to lead their men effectively?

2006-10-26 10:35:49 · 7 answers · asked by jenn123456 2

Like Oscar Wilde and Walt Witman

2006-10-26 10:23:17 · 4 answers · asked by Shirin S 1

the book gifts from the sea

2006-10-26 10:19:01 · 5 answers · asked by Hannah_Montana 2

Today, before school started my friends and I were talking and we got into a discussion about J.K. Rowling. My friend Sean says that J.K. Rowling has written other books besides the Harry Potter series and the two chartiy books. I don't believe him. Has J.K. Rowling written any other books besides the Harry Potter books???

2006-10-26 10:16:13 · 5 answers · asked by hpdrew15 4

When you have truly enjoyed a book, or magazine article, do you ever write to the author to tell them? Who have you written to? Did they reply?

I did this when I was a student, and remember being quite excited to receive a letter in return. Nowadays, I use email.

2006-10-26 10:08:44 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous

n the Aeneid, what are some internal conficts that Aeneas faces?

2006-10-26 10:02:51 · 2 answers · asked by sg1freek 2

Do you know where i can find the book "Gifts from the sea"

2006-10-26 09:55:52 · 3 answers · asked by Hannah_Montana 2

I know many of you will say the Bible, and I agree, but I'm looking for fun casual reading.

2006-10-26 09:55:46 · 15 answers · asked by TL1004 1

I own a little used bookshop, and while I often ask my customers what they like/dislike about shopping with us, I would love to hear a broader view. What do you like about used bookstores? What do you hate? What's your primary reason for shopping used vs. new?

2006-10-26 09:38:21 · 13 answers · asked by creativeblue31 2

2006-10-26 09:37:50 · 18 answers · asked by Paley Pale 5

Its been here before, but I didn't get enough criticism for it.

Be HONEST.. compliments are really not any help Please note that this is not the beginning, but the second small chunk. Search for my other questions if you want to read the beginning. It's not crucial.
Read part of a story, and tell me what you think.?
Be HONEST.. compliments are really not any help Please note that this is not the beginning, but the second small chunk. Search for my other questions if you want to read the beginning. It's not crucial.


Rose hung up without properly saying goodbye. It was something the sisters had dispensed with once they moved away from the house, Virginia to Cornell and Beth to… well, away. Away meant as far from stuffy old Boston as she could get. A stint abroad, several waitressing jobs which paid abysmally, a (very) brief stay in a commune, and one quite serious boyfriend with whom she had lived in an apartment which had seemed romantically Spartan at first and turned out to be just plain old small and dirty. And now, she lived in California. That was what her parents told their friends when anyone asked what Rose did for a living. “She lives in California now,” her parents would say, and everyone would exchange knowing looks. Rose didn’t care in the least, which was what distinguished her from Virginia and their two brothers. Rose was in fact happier than she’d ever been, working at a Waldorf day-care center and even occasionally seeling a painting or two. She was paying the bills with even a little to spare for luxuries like shampoo and fresh fruit.
Rose looked at the clock the floor beside her bed, did some quick math and decided to call her brother Jim in New York. His full name was James Joyce Llewellyn, and their second brother’s name was Thomas Jefferson Llewellyn. The three oldest were all named after various people the Llewellyn’s admired, and then there was Rose, the baby. Just plain old Rose. The child of her parents’ middle age and diminished brain cells. Virginia, the oldest, had always introduced herself first, and someone, thinking themselves clever, would invariably turn to Rose and say, “and I suppose you’re Georgia,” Rose usually said, no, she was New Jersey. Sometimes she was Delaware. It depended on the day.
She got up and put on a pot of coffee, as there was little chance she was going back to sleep. Virginia had awakened her, but also given her much too much to think about to sleep. She punched in Jim’s number and waited as a phone two and half thousand miles away rang.
Jim answered, groggy from sleep.
“What are you doing home?” demanded Rose as soon as he picked up, again skipping niceties.
“What?” Jim said foggily.
“I said what are you doing home? Don’t you have classes? It’s a Wednesday.”
“Thanks for the update.”
“You didn’t answer my question. You sound like ****. You sound hungover.”
“I do not. I mean I am not. I mean I am, but I don’t sound it. Whatever. It’s what, four-thirty out there? Who died?”
“Nobody, but I’ve got something to spill.”
“Well, okay. Dish.”
“Dad’s got a new girlfriend, a young one, young enough to be our sister- that’s verbatim from Ginny- and he’s bringing her to the wedding.”
“Well, good for him, the old dog. Why is this waking-someone-out-of-a-sound-... news?”
“You just don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“He’s bringing her to the wedding. To meet all of us, and mom, and all our relatives, and all of Ginny and David’s friends. He’s bringing her to the wedding, Jim.”
“Yeah. And?”
“God, you are such a man. Don’t you have any loyalty for Mom?”
“Well, I guess, but it’s not like they’re getting back together. Irreconcilable differences.”
“Yeah, but she’s like nineteen,”
“You’re exaggerating. You think that the wedding is going to be an opportunity for you to pull some kind of a Parent Trap maneuver, but trust me, it’s not. They can’t stand each other. End of story.”
“I wouldn’t care if…” Rose trailed off.
“You’d care no matter what. I’m not saying I don’t care too, but he’s fifty-seven years old. We can’t tell him what to do.”
“Why do you have to be so goddamn rational? Why can’t you just be on my side, on mom’s side?”
“I’m not on anybody’s side, I just-“
Rose dropped the phone back onto the cradle with a clatter of plastic and metal.
Jim tossed the portable phone across the bedspread and scowled fiercely at the sunlight streaming through his uncurtained windows. Stacks of books glowered at him disapprovingly from the dresser. He pushed a hand through his dark hair and pulled his Fordham sweatshirt on over his head, and shoved his glasses up over his nose. He looked at his watch, and decided there was no way he was making it to Contract Law at nine-thirty. Instead he dialed his brother Tom’s number in Boston.
Tom was having the worst morning of all the Llewellyn siblings. He’d awoken to find the half of the bed which belonging to his girlfriend Claire cool and unrumpled. Alarmed, he’d run to the bathroom to find that her toothbrush was gone, and linen closet emptied of exactly half their towels. She’d taken the coffee, the peanut butter, two apples, a banana, the Saltines, and half the loaf of bread.. She’d been nothing if not democratic in the way she’d wrecked everything, thought Tom as he absorbed the state of the apartment which they’d shared until four-thirty six that morning. And so Tom was sitting dazedly at the kitchen table, staring at nothing in a particular, when the phone rang
“Guess what?” demanded Jim
Tom sighed.
“What?”
“Dad’s having a full-out, clichéd midlife crisis, complete with a nubile Playmate, who is reportedly young enough to be our sister, ”
“Well, that’s just Fantastic, isn’t it.”
“You’re sunny this morning. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. Everything is perfect.”
“How’s your lovely, leggy graduate student doing?”
“Claire is fine. Claire is perfect.”
“Okay. If you say so. I hear that Dad’s bringing this new girl to the wedding, and believe me, Virginia and Rose are about ready to-“
“Look, I really have to go. I’m about an hour late,”
“Well, so am I,”
“Well, at least I’m not paying forty-five thousand a year to get drunk and over sleep.”
“Don’t be so-“
“So what? Responsible?”
“So uptight. So, anyway, I was wondering if maybe I could have your plus-one for the wedding. I’ve been seeing this girl for a couple months now, and I was just thinking that since-“
“No, Jim, I—“
He was going to say “I need it,” and remembered that he didn’t, not anymore. Instead, he hung up and got dressed for work.
It is easy to forget, when one is upset, that other people cannot intuit your every thought, nor see the elephant which is occupying your headspace. And so it wasn’t until he was pulling out of the tight parking spot which he’d fought tooth and nail for that Tom realized he hadn’t said a word to his brother about what had happened with Claire

2006-10-26 09:36:26 · 6 answers · asked by Ella S 3

2006-10-26 09:24:34 · 15 answers · asked by jezzz 2

Did you like it?

2006-10-26 09:22:43 · 6 answers · asked by Becca 3

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought, Injurious distance should not stop my way? I believe it is a sonnet written by Shakespeare, if so which one is it by number?

2006-10-26 08:10:35 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous

you can write about it

2006-10-26 08:07:51 · 5 answers · asked by Anonymous

2006-10-26 07:39:08 · 23 answers · asked by snapestress 2

Thanks!

2006-10-26 06:47:02 · 2 answers · asked by bradys_mommy 4

A scarred cherub
My scared angel
I kissed you on the head
And slept with a sweet prince
That you don’t think exists.
Avoid shiny surfaces
You see only her lies
Corpulence was never cute.
You say you won’t let her hurt me
She won’t speak ill while you’re around
But you let her bring you down
Make you ball your fists
And smash the ground
And it’s hurting me
- it’s hurting us.
Oh, sweet prince
You’ve said yourself
You’re no frog
I know a kiss won’t transform you.
Your armor is a formality
But the steel makes it cold in bed.
I’ll nurse your wounds
Kiss your head
Hold you in sleep
And pray.
Pray your pain will end
Sleep sweet prince
You’ll awake with me.

2006-10-26 06:45:24 · 8 answers · asked by attila 6

IS THE BEST QUOTE!!! I'M WRTING A EASSY BOUT QUOTES! I NEED MORE LOVE QUOTES!! PLEASE PUT AS MANY AS YOU HAVE!! PLESE

2006-10-26 06:36:18 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Bonsais are potted trees.

2006-10-26 06:33:38 · 2 answers · asked by Matthew I 1

2006-10-26 06:17:47 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

What do you conclude from its ending, who carried out the crimes, him, society, no one?

2006-10-26 05:40:44 · 7 answers · asked by John H 3