Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
Grab your current read
Open to a random page
Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that pageBE 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!
Here's my teaser:
"All you need to tell me of yourself is that you still are; for the rest I merely search back in a restive memory, a thermometer that records only fevers, and match you with what I was at your age. But men will chatter and you and I will still shout our futilities to each other across the stage until the last silly curtain falls plump! upon our bobbing heads." - This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald, p. 147
The lift of a hat, the dip of his back -- those gestures would remain as they have been, but the bitter curve of his lip holding back a laugh that salutes all that is strange and lacking in harmony in me, in him, in us, would vanish. That curve in his lips, that spark in his eye of -- truth -- yes truth, there is so much in me strange and discordant. - The Wind Done Gone by Alice Randall, p. 163
He didn't like to be seen needing it -- as if hunger were a sign of weakness. So I'd leave a sandwich where he was sure to find it, and walk away. - We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver, p. 163
Dr. Seraphina turned to me and took my hand. "You were very brave, Celestine, and one day you will make an excellent angelologist." Angelology by Danielle Trussoni, p. 431 (Large print edition)
After the meeting, there is always a rally at one of the mill gates and usually there is a song session, which is supposed to pep up the picketers, though some of the songs are just too embarrassing to sing. And then one or two of the strike leaders will give interviews to the newspaper reporters who have been coming into town. Sea Glass by Anita Shreve, p. 279
She arranged for Toni to sleep over at a friend's and drove to Mashantum on a Friday midday toward the end of September. She went to the house, feeling like a trespasser, dropped off her things, and then went straight to the beach. The Swimming Pool by Holly LeCraw, p. 149 (This is an ARC, page numbers and wording may be different in the final copy)
My telephone problems aside, Bessie's current letter is really a Zooey letter. I'm to write and tell you that you have your Whole Life Before You and that it's Criminal if you don't go after your Ph.D. before you go in for the actor's life in a big way. Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger, p. 57
There was no way to explain to them what had happened that night or what she'd been going through since then. She had gone straight back to classes, though not by her own choice. Fallen by Lauren Kate, p. 263
Rhett, standing in the hall, his hat in his hand, heard as he was intended to hear and, turning, surveyed the room for a moment. He looked pointedly at Mrs. Elsing's flat bosom, grinned suddenly and, bowing, made his exit. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell, p. 195
The trident thrust and the Samnite convulsed and then was still, his bright blood staining the sand. Gaius sat back, licking his dry lips, his throat raw from cheering. The Forest House by Marion Zimmer Bradley, p. 307
Then she pulled a Seattle map out of her backpack. As she studied the city's confusing layout, she pondered the impact of landscape upon personality. Broken for You by Stephanie Kallos, p. 147
When George and Jim returned, all four of them set out walking along the strand, the two men running at first to dry themselves. Eilis was amused at how tight and flimsy their swimming togs were. Brooklyn: A Novel by Colm Toibin, p. 232
