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rec50Today's theme: Sawyer and books!
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 21 - Epiphany
Title: Sawyer's Book Club
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eponine119
Rating: Unrated, but not more than a PG
Length: Long
Brief summary: Sawyer banters with Hurley. Sawyer banters with Shannon. There's snark and sarcasm and bonding and discussion about literature. And the ending is heartbreaking. One of the best Sawyer character studies I've read.
"It's about you, dude," Hurley says. That gets Sawyer's attention. "No, for real, man, you didn't notice? Just check out this description." He turns to a page that's been dogeared, something that makes Sawyer cringe, even though there's not exactly a bookmark tree on the island. "'Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond satan.'" Hurley reads awkwardly and at length, then looks at Sawyer expectantly. "That's totally you."
"That's crazy," Sawyer says. "Everybody knows Sam Spade is Humphrey Bogart."
"Who?" Hurley asks, and Sawyer feels the need to physically eject the other man from his tent. "What're you reading now?" Sawyer obligingly picks up the paperback lying next to his hip and holds it up. "Oprah pick, good choice, man," Hurley says approvingly. "Can I read it when you're done?"
"Sure," Sawyer says, short-tempered. "Why not." He doesn't understand this, not a bit. What the hell is Hurley doing here, talking to him?
"Hey, you ever read magazines?" Hurley asks. Sawyer's eyes bulge a bit at the pointlessness of this entire conversation. "Cause, you know, Shannon's got a whole bunch of magazines. She's read them all like 20 times. I bet you could work out a trade." Sawyer doesn't say anything. No one's getting anything from him for free, especially not that blonde princess. "You think?" Hurley prompts when Sawyer doesn't say anything.
"Are you sure she's up to it?" Sawyer snaps. "I don't think any of those books have pictures in them."
"Harsh, dude," Hurley says, going over to the suitcase and flipping it open, digging through it.
Link: Sawyer's Book Club
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 40 - Confession
Title: The Only Two Bibliophiles Left on Earth
Author:correlianjedi
Rating: PG
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Sawyer and Desmond meet in the jungle and bond over their mutual love of books. If that is not enough of an incentive for you, there is also Sawyer having difficulty with Desmond's accent, Sawyer giving a literary analysis of The Count of Monte Cristo, and also ping-pong.
"There was a doctor, Jack, and a bald man named John. They didn’t seem to get on very well. I knocked out a girl-"
"A gull?" Sawyer strained to understand Desmond’s accent. He knew he might have been hard to understand sometimes, but this guy was ridiculous.
"A girl, John said she was a fugitive."
"Kate," Sawyer breathed.
"That was her name," Desmond’s face turned sour. "She shot my computer, brothah."
"She’s done worse," grumbled Sawyer.
Link: The Only Two Bibliophiles Left on Earth
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 21 - Epiphany
Title: Sawyer's Book Club
Author:
eponine119Rating: Unrated, but not more than a PG
Length: Long
Brief summary: Sawyer banters with Hurley. Sawyer banters with Shannon. There's snark and sarcasm and bonding and discussion about literature. And the ending is heartbreaking. One of the best Sawyer character studies I've read.
"It's about you, dude," Hurley says. That gets Sawyer's attention. "No, for real, man, you didn't notice? Just check out this description." He turns to a page that's been dogeared, something that makes Sawyer cringe, even though there's not exactly a bookmark tree on the island. "'Samuel Spade's jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The v motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down--from high flat temples--in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond satan.'" Hurley reads awkwardly and at length, then looks at Sawyer expectantly. "That's totally you."
"That's crazy," Sawyer says. "Everybody knows Sam Spade is Humphrey Bogart."
"Who?" Hurley asks, and Sawyer feels the need to physically eject the other man from his tent. "What're you reading now?" Sawyer obligingly picks up the paperback lying next to his hip and holds it up. "Oprah pick, good choice, man," Hurley says approvingly. "Can I read it when you're done?"
"Sure," Sawyer says, short-tempered. "Why not." He doesn't understand this, not a bit. What the hell is Hurley doing here, talking to him?
"Hey, you ever read magazines?" Hurley asks. Sawyer's eyes bulge a bit at the pointlessness of this entire conversation. "Cause, you know, Shannon's got a whole bunch of magazines. She's read them all like 20 times. I bet you could work out a trade." Sawyer doesn't say anything. No one's getting anything from him for free, especially not that blonde princess. "You think?" Hurley prompts when Sawyer doesn't say anything.
"Are you sure she's up to it?" Sawyer snaps. "I don't think any of those books have pictures in them."
"Harsh, dude," Hurley says, going over to the suitcase and flipping it open, digging through it.
Link: Sawyer's Book Club
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 40 - Confession
Title: The Only Two Bibliophiles Left on Earth
Author:
correlianjediRating: PG
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Sawyer and Desmond meet in the jungle and bond over their mutual love of books. If that is not enough of an incentive for you, there is also Sawyer having difficulty with Desmond's accent, Sawyer giving a literary analysis of The Count of Monte Cristo, and also ping-pong.
"There was a doctor, Jack, and a bald man named John. They didn’t seem to get on very well. I knocked out a girl-"
"A gull?" Sawyer strained to understand Desmond’s accent. He knew he might have been hard to understand sometimes, but this guy was ridiculous.
"A girl, John said she was a fugitive."
"Kate," Sawyer breathed.
"That was her name," Desmond’s face turned sour. "She shot my computer, brothah."
"She’s done worse," grumbled Sawyer.
Link: The Only Two Bibliophiles Left on Earth
