BW36: Sunday's Book Babble - Numbers

 It's week 36 in our 52 Books Quest and the goal this week is to read a book with a number in the title. I found this poem which I fell instantly into like with:

I fell in like with this poem the instant I read it. 

I fell in like with this poem the instant I read it. 



I like the generosity of numbers.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone:
two pickles, one door to the room,
eight dancers dressed as swans.

I like the domesticity of addition—
add two cups of milk and stir—
the sense of plenty: six plums
on the ground, three more
falling from the tree.

And multiplication’s school
of fish times fish,
whose silver bodies breed
beneath the shadow
of a boat.

Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else:
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else’s
garden now.

There’s an amplitude to long division,
as it opens Chinese take-out
box by paper box,
inside every folded cookie
a new fortune.

And I never fail to be surprised
by the gift of an odd remainder,
footloose at the end:
forty-seven divided by eleven equals four,
with three remaining.

Three boys beyond their mother’s call,
two Italians off to the sea,
one sock that isn't anywhere you look.

So, what is my favorite number? Glad you asked. My answer to favorite number is 42.  Yes, that.

I'm immersed in the strange, yet hilarious world of the Charley Davidson 13 book  series in which Charley is the grim reaper written by Darynda Jones

Finished (#1)  First Grave on the Right, (#2) Second Grave on the Left, and currently on #3 Third Grave Dead Ahead.

All of which match well with our challenge of the week. 

We just finished watching Cruella which was excellent.

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