Word: digging
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...kids with reading troubles; others are open to all comers. The dog handlers may serve as ad hoc tutors or simply lend a sympathetic ear. All the programs are run on the cheap by volunteers from local animal-therapy groups, and it's not unusual for the handlers to dig into their own pockets to buy books, bookmarks and souvenirs for graduates. In every location, says Martin, the dog is "this nonjudgmental friend who's going to be there for you no matter what...
...controversial tunnel that Harvard plans to dig underneath Cambridge Street may never see the light of day—but now it has its own e-mail address where fans can send it messages of support...
...Perchov, the novel's other, more successfully realized narrator, tells a very different tale. He acts as a translator when Foer takes a trip to Ukraine. Bluff, gruff and unflappable, he writes in broken English: "I dig Negroes, particularly Michael Jackson. I dig to disseminate very much currency at famous nightclubs in Odessa." (His English gets better?and less hilarious?as the book goes on.) Accompanied by Perchov's narcoleptic grandfather and a flatulent dog named Sammy Davis Jr., Foer and Perchov set off into the Ukrainian countryside to search for what's left of present-day Trachimbrod...
Perchov, the novel's other, more successfully realized narrator, tells a very different tale. He acts as a translator when Foer takes a trip to Ukraine. Bluff, gruff and unflappable, he writes in broken English: "I dig Negroes, particularly Michael Jackson. I dig to disseminate very much currency at famous nightclubs in Odessa." (His English gets better--and less hilarious--as the book goes on.) Accompanied by Perchov's narcoleptic grandfather and a flatulent dog named Sammy Davis Jr., Foer and Perchov set off into the Ukrainian countryside to search for what's left of present-day Trachimbrod...
...were wonderful. I binged desperately on American culture, trying to make up for lost time. I watched “Jeopardy!” every night, infuriating roommates with frantic cries of “What is Latvia?” Weekends brought trips to the Cheesecake Factory to dig into portions larger than entire European countries and countless hours strolling in the malls of greater Boston. Well, when you’ve lived in England all your life, it’s exciting to learn that all stores don’t close at 6 p.m. and that...