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Tuesday’s Teaser: The Weight of Heaven and A Great and Terrible Beauty

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TEASER TUESDAYS asks you to:

  • Grab your current read.
    Let the book fall open to a random page.
    Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.
    You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given    !
    Please avoid spoilers!

I am reading two books at the same time, so I will give you a taste of each one.

The Weight of Heaven by Thrity Umrigar (Advanced Reader’s Copy):

“I can’t.” Instinctively, Frank turned to Gulab for support. The man was staring at Frank in fascination, as if he was solving a puzzle. Slowly, a look of understanding spread across his face. But Frank was too anguished to register much of this. He felt like a cornered animal, actually rubbing hi s hand over his neck, where he felt the unmistakable bite of a noose being tightened.

And from A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray:

She stares into the fire, knitting ferociously, the needles clicking together, two sharp teeth in the wool. Too late I realized what I’ve done. I’ve struck at the very heart of Ann’s hope, a hope that she could become someone else, someone with a life that doesn’t involve spending the rest of her days as a governess to some rich man’s children, grooming them for a wonderful life and opportunities she’ll never see.

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Tuesday’s Teaser

teasertuesdaysTEASER TUESDAYS asks you to:

  • Grab your current read.
  • Let the book fall open to a random page.
  • Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.
  • You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given!
  • Please avoid spoilers!

From Philip Pullman’s The Ruby in the Smoke:

Since the death of Mr. Higgs, life at the office had grown dull. The feud between the porter and Jim the office boy had petered out, the porter having run out of hiding places and Jim having run out of penny magazines; he had nothing better to that afternoon, in fact, than to flick bits of paper, with an India rubber band, at the portrait of Queen Vicotria over the fireplace of the porter’s room.

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