Monday, March 14, 2011

Pick a Book Off of the Shelf

I picked up a book that I had already read a few years ago.  I found some marks I made in the margins every time I liked something.   Here is that list, in order of appearance.  Let me know if you can recognize the book without Google-ing it.
At one time, she'd been proud of her beauty. Now she wondered why she had taken so much pride in something that required no effort, no slightest sacrifice.
The woman is either nuts or higher than a Navajo shaman with a one-pound-a-day peyote habit.
If looniness could be converted into bricks of gold, [she] would provide paving for a six-lane highway from here to Oz . . .
[His] first thought is that he's standing in a genuine, for-sure, bona-fide, dead-right, all-wool-and-a-yard-wide, for-a-fact-amen ghost town in which no one has set foot since twice the century had turned, where all the citizens were long ago planted in the local boot hill, and where the ornery spirits of gunslingers walk the night itching for a shootout.
In the interest of a snug fit that was flattering to the figure, her white pants had no pockets.  Polly tucked three spare [shotgun] shells into her halter top, between her breasts, grateful that nature had given her sufficient cleavage to serve as an ammunition depot.
None of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one another's salvation, only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into the light.
Anyhoo.  I had forgotten how much I liked this book.  Would you read it based on these few lines?

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