Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tuesday Teaser

Tuesday Teaser is a weekly bookish meme (rhymes with “cream"), hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. (I’ve borrowed it from LDS Women’s Book Review.) Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

  • Grab your current read
  • Open to a random page
  • Share at least two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page

BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)

Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR lists if they like your teasers!

I'm adapting the rules slightly. I'll be quoting some random lines from the last chapter I read before I post a teaser. I'm a slow reader, so you may get multiple teasers per book. Here's a teaser from King John:

Richard (I) made the campaigning season an anachronism of an amateurish past. Several of his vassals, when he was Count of Poitou, had defied him in the autumn, fully expecting to have the winter months to rally their kinsmen and friends, but had been shocked to find him hammering at their gates as soon as he could get there. There was no "close season" for Richard: he fought all the year round.

From King John, by W.L. Warren, p 60

If you'd like to share a teaser from a book you're currently reading, I'd love you to do so in the comment section. And you don't even have to share it on a Tuesday! Be sure to include the title, author, and page number in case others would like to check out the book you're reading.


She said...

And the strange thing was that she did not move but let my arm stay there and leaned lightly against my shoulder, and I did not know what she wanted, what I wanted myself, but I held her even closer, terrified and happy, and maybe it was just because I was the nearest one with a shoulder to lean on, or becuase I was the son of someone, and for the first time in my life I did not want to be someone's son. Not to my mother, at home in Oslo, nor to the man on top of the pile so amazed at what he saw that even though they were in the middle of hauling and heaving, he straightened up and all but let the timber pole slip out of his hand and that was distraction enough, and Jon's father, who looked just as surprised, struggled to hold on.

pg. 81, Out Stealing Horses, Per Petterson

Joyce DiPastena said...

Wow, what great sentences! I can come close to writing sentences that long if I don't watch myself.