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[Kätzchen]

Potok, C. (1972). My Name Is Asher Lev. New York,NY: Random House.

That summer I lived in a house on the edge of the dunes. My room was a low-ceilinged attic with a window that looked out on the dunes and the beach and the ocean. In the early morning, I could see the sun on th ewater and the silver foaming of the surf. The sun rose through the morning mist and burned mist away, and then was golden on the beach and white on the Cape Cod houses a few hundred yards up the dunes, where dark scrub brush grew in the sandy earth. Gulls wheeled and called above the water and the sand, their wings stark white in the sun. I watched the gulls from the window of my roon and from the porch of the house, and I painted them over and over again, using watercolors or washes of oils; painted their soarings into the sun, their wings in the wind, their wide diving circles over the surface of the waves. Often I did not paint at all, but sat on the porch listening and watching, feeling the salt wind on my face, hearing the surf and the cries of the gulls" (Chapter 10: pp. 251).

[Kätzchen]

Originally Posted by Kätzchen

Potok, C. (1972). My Name Is Asher Lev. New York,NY: Random House.

That summer I lived in a house on the edge of the dunes. My room was a low-ceilinged attic with a window that looked out on the dunes and the beach and the ocean. In the early morning, I could see the sun on th ewater and the silver foaming of the surf. The sun rose through the morning mist and burned mist away, and then was golden on the beach and white on the Cape Cod houses a few hundred yards up the dunes, where dark scrub brush grew in the sandy earth. Gulls wheeled and called above the water and the sand, their wings stark white in the sun. I watched the gulls from the window of my roon and from the porch of the house, and I painted them over and over again, using watercolors or washes of oils; painted their soarings into the sun, their wings in the wind, their wide diving circles over the surface of the waves. Often I did not paint at all, but sat on the porch listening and watching, feeling the salt wind on my face, hearing the surf and the cries of the gulls" (Chapter 10: pp. 251).

*BLUSH*

I totally mis-read the directions to your forum thread, rook.


Let me re-do this:

Page 77, Line 7:

"Finally, I volunteered to answer the phone for her,"

My Name Is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok.

[homoe]

I love this! I don't believe I've ever come a crossed it before!

[Martina]

"They can thrive despite going through tremendous stresses every year."

Heart and Blood: Living with Deer in America by Richard Nelson

[Ascot]

"Tully had turned up at school with his face cut, his lip swollen and his eye blacked"

The Casual Vacany, J.K. Rowling

[Kätzchen]

"It's a simple enough question," Nora said. "Am I ever going to see you again?"

From: White Palace (Savan, G., July 1987)

[homoe]

I keep forgetting to post in this thread damn it! I'll Be Back..........

[homoe]

p. 77 sentence 7............

The words and pictures promised sun and sand, tonic and tans, and, somewhat more slyly ,fast times amid the palms of Florida or the south Texas Coast.


Slow Waltz In Cedar Bend........(Robert James Waller same author of The Bridges of Madison County)