Pop Goes the Warhol

Last week, lovely Nancy of The Zimmer Zoo tagged me for a book-based meme. Me love books. Me love memes. (Me backed up with a few...keeping some in my pocket, like Hershey Kisses for the treat extraction.)

Here's how this one goes:

Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences on your blog along with these instructions. Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST. Tag five other people to do the same.

The towers on my nightstand are tall, and read too rarely. Me love sleep.

That can of Lysol is classy there, isn't it?

Double Daddy's stacks are substantial...and accessed more frequently. Check his out:

Enough beating around the books; here is page 56, the fifth sentence, and a bit beyond from

"Naomi said she was in L.A. to raise money for the Film-Makers' Coop. But Gerard and Taylor kept claiming she was in love with me, and that's why she'd flown out, that she was disappointed we hadn't invited her along for the ride. Out in Hollywood, I kept thinking about the silly, unreal way the movies there treated sex."

Maybe I need to pick this one up more often!

All right, readers. If you're reading this right now, consider yourself tagged!