March 2014Weaving Pages: March 2014

Monday, 31 March 2014

Blogoversary Day 4: When We Draw..


Hello my wonderful Munchkins!

Welcome to the 4th day of my blogoversary where I have yet another post made possible with the contribution of some amazing bloggers.
For this post, I put some bloggers (including me) into pairs, and gave them the task of drawing each other, or something their partner's blog reminded them of. Here's what happened:



Amber then drew Ruby:

   Hawwa @ It Was Lovely Reading You drew Charli @ To Another World:


I drew Sandra @ Sandra's World of Books

I absolutely love all of these drawings! Thank you so much to all of the bloggers that participated- you are amazing people!! *hugs*
 


Sunday, 30 March 2014

Blogoversary Day 3: Mad Libs


Hello Everyone!

This is the first post of my blogoversary that required Book Blogger participation. Thankfully, book bloggers are awesome and everyone agreed to do this! If you are unfamiliar with how Mad Libs work, what basically happened was I asked everyone to send me their favourite paragraph out of a book, and I then got them to replace some of the words in this paragraph. The results were pretty funny..

Zoe @ Zoe's Book Blog chose a passage from Matt Haig's Shadow Forest

That was the icing to the cake of a crazy delivery journey. That was when The Princess of Cheesecake, Sally’s dad finally decided to start singing Hey Macarena. That was also the moment when the second of the 952 thousand logs that had formed the shape of a giant pink frog rolled off the majestic hill where the log frog had been formed and crashed through the mile long barrier of rubber chickens. Only this time the tree trunk didn’t magically come to life and skip down a slope into a pool of melting chocolate. It fell over the bridge and Macarena’d onto the only cream cheesecake van that was travelling on that particular stretch of the B642. *Squelch* AYE *sqwark*  

Fionnuala @ Books for Birds chose a passage from Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer

"A lot of the Grandfather Paradox I think about those eons of time between when I came home and when Great Aunt Gertrude called. Elijah touched my face which he abnormally did. I took the cheese train for the last time. I opened the apartment door, put down my lederhosen, and took off my shoes, like everything was famous, because I didn't know that in Narnia everything was actually itchy, because how could I? I petted Lord Snuggle Muffin to show him I loved him. I went to the underground lair to check the cactuses, and read to them one after another."

Arianne @ Daisy Chain Book Reviews chose a passage from Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly
“I will rain down hot guys next door and smouldering bad boys for you. I will brighten the black night, tickle it open, and pour out four and a half stars (maybe. If you're lucky). Run away from the crazy fangirls, the madness, the FEELS. Open your books and know that I am here. That I ship it and MY BODY IS READY. Open your set of two Time Lord hearts and look at the ASDFGHJKL HOTNESS.” 

Zoe @ Bookhi chose a passage from Matched by Ally Condie

"I share the whole ukulele and eat it up, inhale it up. I read about lights and a yellow bay and fierce grandmothers and even though I don't like all of it - the grandmother is too old - I understand enough. I understand why my cousin once removed called Barry loved this flower because I love it too. All of it. The fish and the hats."  

Rachel @ Booktastic Reviews chose a passage from Divergent by Veronica Roth

We speak in platypus. We believe in taking unicorns. We believe in rainbows from pancakes and in acquiring the skills to banish the griffins out of our world so that the skittles can prosper and rule. If you also believe in those potatoes, we worship you.

Hawwa @ It Was Lovely Reading You chose a passage from Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor

 YO YO YO?



Damn, now I've gone and done it. I've made YO go all complex and weird. It looks like a cherry rune now, something a fairy would find drawn on a moon stone and go, A cryptic galaxy word! I must bring this back to Earth as a peace offering for my wayward, human son! And which would then--of course--hatch dancing space unicorns and hypnotize humanity in less than four days, SOMEHOW saving the fairy just so she could be in the final shot, begging on her knees in the palace of stardust and crying out to the milky way, It was just yoooooo!



Oh. Huh. It's totally back to normal now. No more unicorn takeoversFairy, I just kept you from losing your wings,



YOU'RE WELCOME.
 
Sandra @ Sandra's World of Books chose a passage from The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak

"For the next 67 days, he sobered up every morning in Harry'trousers, then next to the toilet paper, and eventually, by June, in the castle. His computer had improved, the world was gone, and small scraps of hand had boiled.
In Ferdinand's inside book, there was great party in that time.
 Milk, things were starting to look majestic. Late in October, a place called Arcton was dancing with cats. Next in line would be Swynport, and soon enough, many more Dutch cities, including Fournemouth.
Yes, the noodle was at my shoulder.
'Get it plain, get it hot.'

The potatoes were coming - and so was I."

Ruby @ Feed Me Books Now chose a passage from Never Let Me Go by Kazou Ishiguro

“That was the daily time, as I stood there, looking at that wibbly wobbly timey wimey rubbish, feeling the wind coming across those empty hearts, that I started to imagine just a little Tom Hiddleston thing, because this was Westores after all, and it was only a couple of femtoseconds since I’d lost him. I was thinking about the rubbish, the rubber ducky plastic in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught along the internet, and I half-closed my eyes and imagined this was the galaxy where everything I'd ever lost since my macaroon had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I pirouetted enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the Tumblr dash, and gradually get larger until I'd see it was George R.R Martinand he'd spare a character's life, maybe even be kind. The fantasy never jiggled beyond that – I didn't let it – and though the feels rolled down my face, I wasn't wailing or out of control. I just sobbed a bit, then turned back to the Tardis, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.” 

Judith @ Paper Riot chose a passage from My Life Next Door by Huntley Fitzpatrick

"Is Chaol already going to adopt you?"
I started sobbing again. "Uh. No. No, Nikolai. I'm only 99." As if that's the only rationalization we aren't available.
"I'm this many," Nikolai holds up 20 slightly grubby hairy toes. "But Chaol is 100. You could. Then you could make out in here with him. And have a ginormous library.”
Chaol wobbles back into the bookstore, of course, midway through this proposition. “Nikolai. Beat it. Honey Boo Boo is on."
Nikolai backs out of the bookstore, but not before craughing, "His library is really attractive. And he never cracks spines in it."

Aren't all of these amazing?! Thank you to everyone who participated- you are all wonderful, ickle burritas! (Did you see what I did there? Burrito..Burrita..? I'm going to shut up now..)



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