So, the book closest to my hand at this moment, the one I am reading most right now; The Astonishing life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation. Written by M.T. Anderson.
How doth all that seeks to rise burn itself to nothing.
The men who raised me were lords of matter, and in the dim chambers I watched as they traced the spinning of bodies celestial in vast, iron courses, and bid sparks to dance about upon their hands; they read the bodies of fish as if each dying trout or shad was a fresh Biblical Testament, the wet and twitching volume of a new-born Pentateuch. They burned holes in the air, wrote poems of love, sucked the venom from sores, painted landscapes of gloom, and made metal sing; they dissected fire like newts.
Thank you Lessie, for tagging me. I tag the bibliophile boquinha... as well as anyone out there who wants to continue this meme. What you do is pick up the nearest book that is at least 123 pages long, read the first five sentences, post the next three, and then tag five people. (I know... I didn't tag five, I really suck at these 'chain-letter' things.)
Now, a little bit about fortunate coincidences in my current reading trends... Octavian Nothing has been a quite provoking read, compounded by coming so close on the heels of The Golden Compass. Likewise, A History of the Wife is absolutely FASCINATING, especially as a follow up to the recently finished Well Behaved Women Seldom Make History. And the queue of books waiting for consumption on my night stand contains In Defense Of Food and Animal, Vegetable, Miracle; promising intriguing expansions and variations upon similar themes.