Ok, this is

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Ok, this is

Ok, this is a lot like the movie game where you say a line and guess

which movie it's from, exept this time it's a line from a book that you

have to guess. 'Cause it might be a little harder to guess just one

sentence from a book, you're allowed up to one paragraph (as long as

it isn't too terribly long), and it can be a paragraph from any part of the

book. Okay, I'll start:

" Lindenfield in the wintertime was a bleak place. The air was chill. For

weeks on end a dog could see her breath all night long, and all day long

as well. Even in early spring, as winter faded, the gardens, tended by

humans in warm weather, were barren and silent. And the lakes and ponds

were gray, and very still. No frogs croaked, no turtles sunned, no shiny fish

twined through the underwater grasses. In warm weather, things would be

different. The air would hum with insect noises, and the ponds might be

quiet, but they were rarely silent. Along their muddy bottoms and on their

banks and in the moss and grasses and fallen logs was a secret animal

neighborhood."

Okay, sorry if that was too long. Please guess what book that was from and

then write a paragraph (or less) from another book.Smile

submitted by Megan M., age 13, Ohio
(April 24, 2009 - 2:44 pm)

OH! Good question! I'm actually not sure about that, but I have a slight idea about it. When we were younger, his obsession was electricity in general. He knew what a watt was, replaced all the dead flourescent lights in our first grade classroom, and knew excactly what was wrong when a ceiling fan was wrong, and knew how to fix it. Then, I moved away, and his attention gradually became focused on ceiling fans. That's what I'm guessing, but I'm not quite sure. I'll ask him!

submitted by Jenni, age 12.5, Nowhere
(May 7, 2009 - 10:03 am)

I thought you would recognise the quote. Poor Angus Flint!

submitted by Jenni , age 12.5, Nowhere
(May 6, 2009 - 6:45 pm)

It was like seeing a sleeper wake when the dead man moved.  D********* pushed back the damp hair from his face and looked down at himself, as if to make sure his body still fit him.  It was just as R*** had dreamed about it the night after his first death, when he did not wake again.  Not until M* brought him back to life.

submitted by Meadow, age 11, IL
(May 22, 2009 - 12:52 pm)