Feed Me Seymour! A Read-A-Thon Mini Challenge

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Welcome fellow Read-A-Thoners and Cheerleaders.  This one is for you, and you have from 4PM EST – 8PM EST to do it, after which will choose two winners at random; the first winner selected will receive a $15 gift card to Barnes & Noble and second will receive a hardcover copy of  The Magicians, by Lev Grossman!

Okay, so do ya’ll remember Little Shop of Horrors and that plant that was always asking to be fed and people had to kill for it (usually other people) to feed it?  Well look up.  That’s the real thing.  Isn’t it creepy?  Even though that one doesn’t eat people (hopefully!) it still creeps me out.  Don’t think I could ever have one of those in my house.  Could you? I did enjoy the movie though, I have seen it several times.  For a little break and some good times, check out the plant singing Feed Me, Seymour below.

Creepy! Well this challenge won’t be creepy at all.  I want you to feed me, and this will be so much more fun than feeding that plant.  I don’t eat flies or people but I just eat up passages on food in books! So over the next few hours let me know if you happen across any passages of food in your reading or you can also flip through some of the books in your Read-A-Thon stack(s) and find me a passage where the characters describe what they are eating or when they are actually eating – write up a post with the book, author, your selected passage and a picture of one the dishes- leave a link to that specific post on Mr. Linky and that’s it.  You’ve got an entry!  If you don’t have a blog, then leave your passage in the comments, and I will enter it on Mr. Linky for you.

Good Luck!

Oh! I want to play too!

I found one in The Carnivore, by Mark Sinnett.

“Tell me about you.” she said.  She had ordered a slice of lemon meringue pie and was separating the snowy cap from the filling, letting the breakaway floes melt down to nothing on her tongue.  “You gotta be married.  Sure you are.  There’s the ring, right there.”  She laughed at my discomfort, offered me a bite of her pie (“Not the top, though, don’t you dare; just the lemon and the pastry”), which I was too afraid to take.

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