Bindi tagged me, the rules being to quote the first five sentences of page 123 of the book I'm reading. I'm not a great reader these days so it's lucky I have something to quote:
At night three of us sit under the light pole at the top of the street reading, Mikey, Malachy and I. The Molloys are like us with their father drinking the dole money or the wages, leaving no money for candles or parrafin oil for the lamp. Mikey reads books and the rest of us read comic books. His father , Peter, brings books from the Carnegie Library so that he'll have something to do when he's not drinking pints or when he's looking after the family anytime Mrs Molloy is in the lunatic asylum......
Angela's Ashes was a Pulitzer prize winner over 10 years ago, so I expect it's probably familiar territory to many. If you haven't read it you should.
Tonight I don't want to think too hard so I'm going to tell you just one thing I liked about the book.
I came across a euphemism I've never heard before: "the excitement". It's clever because it can be used a couple of ways: his excitement refers to a piece of anatomy, the excitement is an act.
It's a wonderful bit of English. Bonking, screwing, shagging or (worst of all) rooting are quite descriptive of a senseless, cold, possibly one-night-stand style of activity. Making love is a perfect description of, um, making love but when overused it belittles the whole concept. "Doing the excitement" is a great way to talk about a type of sex that's affectionate, respectful but not neccessarily an expression of love.
I haven't talked about the quote at all, I know. I will. It's harrowing stuff to think about though so another day, eh?
love to all
kyles
Kylie,
ReplyDeleteDoing the excitement? I remember that......can't remember what it was like though!
Angela's Ashes is a wonderful book and film, although I liked the film better because it brought it into 'reality' for me. You have good taste in books, my dear!
Take care,
PJ xx
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ReplyDeletesweet bindi,
ReplyDeletethe one you protected me from was my brother, Lorin and it all just adds to the wonderful richness of blogging.
please never think you need to apologise to my family. you would never be truly rude to anyone. my family understand what we all say to each other in blogsville and they know that i love it.
have a great day with Serene
♥
ok bindi...do you want me to delete my comment?
ReplyDeleteDear Kylie,
ReplyDeleteYour book sounds interesting...
but more interesting is to read "eclectica" :)
I owe an apology to "attenuator" too..
you should have told me that is your Dad.
Dear Kylie's Dad,
please accept my apologies!
but we just love your daughter and trying guard..never thought it is kylie's dad!
♥ & ((hugs))
bindi
yes dear, I make sure it was lorin
I going through the blog to make sure and i find it
ReplyDeleteso you are right there!
wonderful...my Serene is sleeping in my hands..
mamma hands her bed!
How was your day?
ReplyDeleteyes, i'm right here but must go. i need to get the kids ready for school. give Serene a kiss for me
ReplyDeletebye for now
Have a beautiful day!
ReplyDelete♥ & ((hugs))
bindi
no..don't delete anything!
I love all of you. I have no idea what's going on, and don't need to, I just know that you love and support one another and that's the best part. We all do it when necessary and it's the most brilliant aspect of blogging ~~ finding people you truly love. We're all lucky you know? One day we're going to have to hold a family reunion! But where? We have to pick the perfect place so everyone shows up!!!
ReplyDeleteBindi, isn't that funny...it's her dad! I know, shocked the crap out of me!!! You never know who you're talking to unless you know who you're talking to. :)
Love you all. XO
hey suze,
ReplyDeletetheres nothing going on but we had this conversation when we were both online and sometimes our comments overlapped each other so we knew what we were doing at the time but it looks a bit funny now :)
Yup, that makes a little bit of sense!
ReplyDeleteI love blogging. It's just too funny.