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Jun. 22nd, 2007 12:29 amI'm running way, way behind with my plan/idea of posting thoughts on the books I had read. But, I decided I would continue to try and keep up. I doubt I can catch up, so I'm going to start kind of from scratch here. Seems fair enough, since this is a new journal, after all.
I still remain hugely undecided on the whole LJ thing, but I decided to cross post this here.
Anyhow ... some book thoughts:
Shakespeare's Champion
Book Read: May 2007
They were torturing Jack.
As we worked our way to the front of the storage area, I saw more and more. I saw too much. Jack was tied to a chair, a wooden one on rollers. His arms wre tied to the chair arms. He had the beginning of a black eye, and a cut on one cheek, maybe from when they’d grabbed him in his apartment. They’d taken off his shirt. They’d pulled the bandage off his bullet wound. Darcy had a hunting knife, and Cleve had devised his own little implement by heating an arrowhead with a lighter and putting it on Jack’s skin. Jim Box looked nauseated. Tom David was watching, and thought he did not look sick, he did not look happy, either. His eyes flickered toward whoever was seated out of sight, and back to Jack.
Shakespeare’s Champion, by Charlaine Harris
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I still remain hugely undecided on the whole LJ thing, but I decided to cross post this here.
Anyhow ... some book thoughts:
Book Read: May 2007
They were torturing Jack.
As we worked our way to the front of the storage area, I saw more and more. I saw too much. Jack was tied to a chair, a wooden one on rollers. His arms wre tied to the chair arms. He had the beginning of a black eye, and a cut on one cheek, maybe from when they’d grabbed him in his apartment. They’d taken off his shirt. They’d pulled the bandage off his bullet wound. Darcy had a hunting knife, and Cleve had devised his own little implement by heating an arrowhead with a lighter and putting it on Jack’s skin. Jim Box looked nauseated. Tom David was watching, and thought he did not look sick, he did not look happy, either. His eyes flickered toward whoever was seated out of sight, and back to Jack.
Shakespeare’s Champion, by Charlaine Harris
( Read more... )