I borrowed this meme from Rachel.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

Awash in the glow of the setting or rising sun, his feet an inch deep in the Mekong, his hair a disorderly black nimbus, Father would school us, contorting his hands into an approximation of a tiger’s claw to scratch or grab an imagined opponent by the face; or, as the crange - moving his arms in circles to block imagined punches, emulating a beak with his fingers - he would teach us to poke out eyes.
from Chang and Eng: A Novel, by Darin Strauss