The linkys should be available on the hosts' sites. Here are the rules: When visiting the pages, you should focus and answer the following three questions:
1. Would you turn to page 100?
2. Why or why not?
3. Based on this page, how likely is it that you would buy the book?
Here is my page 99. It's not exactly exciting... but that's the point of the exercise, right?
After sweep-netting for a while, I wander farther from the group of students. I want to collect larger insects by the pond. More than that, I don’t want to be around everyone else. I chase a dragonfly. He’s huge, but so fast in the midmorning sun that it’s impossible to catch him. I enjoy myself anyway, listening to the whirring and chirping of crickets and cicadas as I walk. The dragonfly leaves the bank and hovers over the middle of the pond. There’s no way I can get him now. I go back to staring at the ground, looking for a new bug to stalk. That’s when I see a tiger beetle running along the grass. It’s super fast, multicolored, and iridescent. This is my day for fast bugs, but something on the ground is easier than something in the air. I whip my net over the beetle and catch it right away.
After putting the tiger beetle in my jar, I sit for a while next to the bank, in the shade of a tree, listening to the birds calling in the distance. Drinking from my water bottle, I let my body cool down a little. I sit still to see if anything bigger than a bug or bird will show up, but as the day gets hotter, the big animals retreat. To see the good stuff, like deer, I’d have to be here early in the morning or as the sun’s going down. I can see fish coming to the surface of the water, looking for food, and tadpoles lurking around by the shore. A water-strider glides across the surface, skating across the pond on its long legs.
I can hear buzzing and humming from a few kinds of insects. Listening, I try to imagine what kind of animal is making the sounds. I close my eyes. I’m pretty certain at least one’s coming from a katydid. I think I also hear a cicada. Maybe the sounds of a grasshopper or a cricket? I guess it’s a combination of several of each, because I can hear three or four slightly different pitches of trilling. They work together like a symphony, layering one on top of the other. My mind wanders, threatening to land back on the Andersons. But I don’t want to waste this time, this moment, on anyone but myself.