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Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens

Pages This Week: 100
Pages Last Week: 103
Semester Total: 625

Sentences of the Week:
1. I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. ~Wuthering Heights

2. Its owner stood behind, her light shining ringlets blending, at intervals, with his brown licks, as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face---it was lucky he could not see her face, or he would never have been so steady---I could, and I bit my lip, in spite, at having thrown away the chance I might have had, of doing something besides staring at its smiting beauty. ~Wuthering Heights

3.  "Please, sir, I want some more." ~Oliver Twist

My number one sentence this week is the last sentence in Wuthering Heights. It is written so peacefully and beautifully and it is a pleasant ending to a book I did not particularly enjoy reading.