Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Snagged from Nineteen Sixty Eight...

You're Mother Night!

by Kurt Vonnegut

Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You
spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were,
well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in
time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you
pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.


RoxRocks said...

That's a little freaky.

At least you were a grownup book. I was a book for children. lol. Or crazy people, I don't know.

Laura said...

Makes you sound very complicated.

Laura said...

What are you up to? I always check this one, do you update more on the other one now?