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Where are you? (in the book you are reading) - please read 1st post

It's 1967,and I'm 11 yr old Charlie York living in Angel's Rest,deep in the Virginia Mountains and was living in a 'poor boy's paradise' til a shotgun blast killed my Dad,and my Mum is now on trial for his murder.
 
In Istanbul and Venice around 1840, on the trail of a Bellini painting. Bodies keep showing up in the canal, and I'm starting to wonder: where does the water I'm drinking come from?
 
A house in the forest with my sister. American economie has colapsed , not more electricity or supplies of any kind. Back to the roots.


Into the forest-Jean Hegland
 
Mindlessly marching from village to village under a French command that is inept, incompetent, and incompatible with sound judgment. The Prussians will be around one of these times.(Zola; The Debacle)
 
LoeMa said:
Hey, I can see you.
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So can i, the two of you....hip...... with this pink elephant on a leach.....hip....... and stay away from my tequila stash....hip....


I'm also in Wrasaw Poland, having trouble being a jew, son of a rabbi and a believer of the new Darwin theories.

Isaac Bashevis Singer-The Manor
 
I'm in the crowdy and dangerous streets of London in the late 1700s, trying to sight a dupe to steal some money from because the married man I lived off simply didn't show up anymore, so I had to find a way to get by...
 
In a huge temple complex built to my honour by my faithful followers. I'm the One True God. Which would be nice if I hadn't made the mistake of turning myself into a tortoise. Monks don't respect tortoises as much as you might think they would.
 
In a mental hospital. Something happened at a party I threw, and now Mr How Are We Doing Today Then is trying to help me figure out what it was.
 
I too am embarrassed. I'm inside the head of an expert in the inner sanctum of an unspecified fictional intelligence agency as he tries to evaluate whether someone else is capable of killing a person, and under what circumstances. If on the other hand this is what goes on in any specified actual intelligence agency one might name, then it is embarrassing that the evaluation process in this book makes it sound so unintelligent. But we shall see. I have the feeling that eventually someone is snookering someone else. Bizarre. :confused:

Your Face Tomorrow - Vol 1 by Javier Marias.
 
Tudor London,1540-I'm trying to track down the stolen formula for 'Greek Fire', a revolutionary new weapon,and defend a young woman who's accused of pushing her younger cousin down a well.
 
Under New York. I ran away from the mental hospital and am currently riding the subway, waiting for the end of the world.
 
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