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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Tuesday Tales

A weekly peek at what we're reading. 
Post your peek in the comments and share your favorite books!

Anne is still reading
Masquerade by Nancy Moser

A priest came in behind a young boy, both clad in white, their hands held before them in supplication.  Words were said, prayers were prayed, but it took Lottie a few moments to realize the service wasn't being said in English, or even Italian, but Latin.

She glanced at Lucia.  Did she understand Latin?  Did all these people -- most of whom were not educated -- know Latin?

Yet the look of peace upon many of the faces . . . peace and awe.  Perhaps their faith wasn't dependent upon words heard or words said but stemmed from an inner need fulfilled.

She closed her eyes, letting the cadence of the Latin wrap around her as she attempted to open a place in her heart and mind where her faith lived.  God?  Are you here with me?

The priest began to pray.  "Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum: adveniat regnum tuum . . . "

Although Lottie didn't understand the words, she had an odd notion that she did.  The cadence of the prayer seemed familiar.  Was it the Lord's Prayer?  The prayer prayed in her own church, in every church?  No matter what their differences might be in ceremony or language, they had this in common.

Holly is reading
Mandy by Julie Andrews Edwards

She went indoors to the shell room and gazed at it for a long time.  It was such a beautiful room.  A peaceful room.  Mandy felt calm and untroubled as she lovingly fingered the pretty shells.  They were very dusty.  She decided she would begin cleaning her house that very afternoon after lunch.

Lily is still reading
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl

James's large frightened eyes traveled slowly around the room.

The creatures, some sitting on chairs, others reclining on a sofa, were all watching him intently.


Or were they insects?

An insect is usually something rather small, is it not?  A grasshopper, for example, is an insect.

So what would you call it if you saw a grasshopper as large as a dog?  As large as a large dog.  You could hardly call that an insect, could you?

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