I moved my books into Casino. I opened the one that I read in Chinese train to Xi'an and I read:

"It is not life" - he delivered himself dogmatically. "In life little girl die or get well. Something happen in life. In picture nothing happen. No, I do not understand pictures" ; Jack London, "The SUn-Dog Trail".

One more I started in Toronto International Airport and finished on the couch in Aasgaard during Sunday afternoon:

"How much do you love me?" - Midori asked
"Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter," I said; Haruki Murakami, "Norwegian Wood"