I say half past and quarter to! It feels odd when Brits say "half four" I never know if that's 3:30 or 4:30.
'Objects In Space'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Half past and quarter to are Britishisms?
I use them frequently. I also tend to use "quarter of" as often as I do "quarter to."
I use them frequently. I also tend to use "quarter of" as often as I do "quarter to."
Me too. I think I tend to use "quarter of" for hours that start with a consonant, and "quarter to" for ones that start with a vowel, so I kind of slur it to "quarter o'six" or "quarter t'eight."
I'm rereading "A House Like a Lotus." Madeleine L'Engle books were a huge part of me as a kid and teenager. I was so sad when she died, and then I read her obituary and found out that, for most of my life, she'd been the librarian at the church a block away from my grandmother's apartment. I wish I could have known that when she was alive, and maybe gone and met her sometime, but I have no idea what I would have said. But from ages 10 through 17 or so, I must have walked by that church clutching one of her books dozens of times.
But from ages 10 through 17 or so, I must have walked by that church clutching one of her books dozens of times.
Hil, that's pretty awesome.
I love L'Engle: she's so compassionate. That said, I recall not liking House Like a Lotus much; it's the one where Poly freaks out because an older woman makes a pass at her, right?
I now have a sudden hankering to reread a ton of L'Engle. Maybe after the Rowling binge, and then the Pratchett binge...
I was given a hard time for using them. Dont know if britishism but seen as odd.
I say half past and quarter to! It feels odd when Brits say "half four" I never know if that's 3:30 or 4:30.
Me too, both parts!
That said, I recall not liking House Like a Lotus much; it's the one where
Yeah. It's a very oddly written scene, too.
There are a lot of strange things about this book. Polly, who's 16, is dating a guy in his mid-twenties, and her parents have no comment at all about that. They seem happy that she's being social at all.
Considering who her parents are, I figure they're just glad she's not dating an evil disembodied brain.
These books make me sad. They always make me think I should be doing more with my life than I am.