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Tuesday Teaser - tempt us with your current read!
"How did you bruise your face?" Falk asked. "It looks quite bad.""Oh for #%@ sake." Jill set down her cup so hard it sent the liquid sloshing over the edge. "What is that question supposed to imply?"
"Nothing. It's just a question."
Force of Nature,
In this our age the gunman and his moll,Two one-dimensioned ghosts, love on a reel,
Strange to our solid eye,
And speak their midnight nothings as they swell;
When cameras shut they hurry to their hole
Down in the yard of day.
They dance between their arc lamps and our skull,
Impose their shots, throwing the nights away;
We watch the show of shadow kiss or kill,
Flavoured of celluloid give love the lie.
~Dylan Thomas Collected Poems: 1934 -1952
(excerpt from OUR EUNUCH DREAMS)
Heather wrote: ""How did you bruise your face?" Falk asked. "It looks quite bad.""Oh for #%@ sake." Jill set down her cup so hard it sent the liquid sloshing over the edge. "What is that question supposed to imp..."
I have this on my TBR pile - but haven’t read the first one yet
Brenda wrote: "Some good teasers here tonight!! I remembered this morning - then here we are ;)I haven't started my next book yet but here's a teaser from
[book:The Right Pl..."Mmm! Sounds good!
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I have saved the OVEN ROASTED TOMATOES recipe to a notepad to make on the weekend.
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Brenda wrote: "Let us know how it goes Jazzy :) There are lots of yummy recipes in the book!"Well! I hope you'll be sharing more of them here then! :D
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Sold on a Monday by Kristina McMorris
This was not the kind of climate to take risks in, and I had cautioned Andrea and David about staying on marked trails and coming directly to the lodge if it started to snow. I'd seen too many of those shows where skiers got lost in a snowstorm and were found weeks later, frozen stiff. I couldn't help thinking about that Jack London story about the man who tried to start a fire, but couldn't because his matches kept blowing out. Best to concentrate on my Janet Evanovich mystery; worrying wouldn't do me any good, and Andrea said Stefan told her this morning that it wasn't going to snow.Moon Signs by Helen Haught Fanick
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Brenda wrote: "I read book two Kylie, then bought this one and it's still waiting!"Haha, nothing like reading them out of order :)
I'm about a third of the way through and enjoying it so far.
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The Chessmen by Peter May
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Haha, nothing like reading them out of order :)
I'm about a third of the way through and enjoying it so far."
I think I must have got book 2 as a freebie or something.... glad you're enjoying it - I liked #2..
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Great book Phrynne! Sad it's the last though :(
'You want to be a painter who doesn’t paint,’ his father said. ‘Before that you were a student who didn’t study, who became a surfer who didn’t surf. All this aggressive laziness is a pretty shitty philosophy. In my day we worried about Vietnam. Hippies cared in those days.’‘Yes, I’ve heard your Bob Dylan records.'
~Robert Drewe, The Bodysurfers
When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist. They called me a nymph, assuming I would be like my mother and aunts and thousand cousins. Circe by Madeline Miller
By the way, the Oven Roasted Tomatoes came out alright, I didn't have any garlic and that would have made them better. I ended up having them with seasoned tofu, bread, and barbecue sauce. And ate the lot.
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It’s Tuesday!My teaser is from
War Brides by Helen Bryan - set in WWII era looks at the lives of 5 women before, during and 50 years later. ...She was overwhelmed by the sense her life had veered out of control. She was going to have a coloured baby, and she had just seduced another man. She would go to hell - and the Irish Covent - unless the rest of her reckless plan worked...
in the past few weeks my books followed each other, Breath by Tim Winton went to the Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas and how important the word Breath was in the last poem in the collection, the last poem Dylan ever wrote. And from there we went to Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village Memoir - by Anatole Broyard, these were his memoirs, and Broyard first met Dylan and Caitlin Thomas at a party in the Village. "You forgot Dylan’s faults when you read his poems or heard him recite, but he was not at his best at parties. To him, an American party was like being in a bad pub with the wrong people. He appeared to have no small talk — or hardly any kind. The slender young men bounced off him in disappointment. "
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The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah
A moment later, I forget everything because I see that Clayton's set the most elegant table-seriously, it's something Martha Stewart would put together. He covered the table with large palm leaves and bright red tropical flowers. Two white plates sit opposite each other, with a red flower in the centre of each dish, and the appropriate forks and knives are where they belong, along with two, tall, bubbly, mimosas. In the centre is a delicious-looking omelet, along with fried potatoes, tomatoes, and bacon. As if that's not enough, there are two coconut bowls filled with fresh-cut fruit. It's almost too pretty to eat.Mad Love by Colet Abedi
..her memory wasn't that bad. She'd parked exactly where she thought she had, and the space remained exactly as she'd found it: a nice vacant kerbside stretch barely halfway over the No Parking line. It was only the car that was missing, and no matter how many times she turned and stared along the row of vehicles behind her, it didn't reappear when she turned back. Her car was gone.***
She'd had to wait twenty minutes for a bus up the hill, time she spent reporting the theft on her phone. More officialdom. Was she sure she'd left it where she thought she had? Only she'd be surprised how many wom- how many people reported their cars missing, only to remember later where they'd actually parked.
She said, "Is it true most policemen are failed traffic wardens?"
"I think you've got that the wrong way round, ma'am."
"My mistake."
Why We Die by Mick Herron
My teaser is from Thanks, Obama: My Hopey, Changey White House Years by former Obama speechwriter David Litt. In this passage, Litt is newly arrived in Washington and looking for a job:“Even the new Washington, it seemed, rewarded a particular set of skills. A talent for flattery. An unshakable sense of entitlement. A sense of confidence out of proportion to one’s achievements. I don’t mean to imply that 2009 was an endless series of House of Cards sex-murders in a desperate climb to the top. All else being equal, however, a slight inclination toward sex-murder didn’t hurt.”
'He did not wait to wash, but went straight over to the lamp, sat down on a stool and with terror at his heart began to rip open the envelope. So there was something in the bad luck that had pursued him all day today. He had struck a hard seam and nearly wrenched his muscles out, all for a rotten fifteen trucks of coal. That queer feeling of something clutching at his heart all through the shift--it had been a warning. Now it had come, the ill-luck had stolen up to him.'~A. Avdeyenko, I LOVE
I'm currently reading
The Guilty Dead by P.J. Tracy (#9 in the Monkeewrench series).The two detectives, Magozzi and Rolseth, are visiting a suspect in a trailer park when they discover his feral girlfriend running a meth lab in the back:
"That was truly heart-warming, wasn't it, seeing a relationship based on mutual love, trust and respect? I felt like I was living a romance novel in a Breaking Bad sort of way, and look at them now, riding off into the sunset together in the back of a patrol car."
'Tell me,' asked Zazie without budging, 'why aren't you married?''That's life.'
'Why don't you get married?'
'Haven't found anyone who suits me.'
Zazie whistled admiringly.
'You certainly think a lot of yourself.'
~Raymond Queneau, Zazie in the Metro
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Making Memories by Kerrie Paterson
"I'm sorry," Isabelle said."There's nothing to be sorry for." Hayden shrugged. "It was a marriage like any other. It began with promise but it wasn't to be. Now we're just another statistic."
Found in
The Artisan Heart by Dean Mayes - I am just over half way through.
Davide Bouvier stood at the window of his office in the Administration block. He kept it open at all times to draw in fresh air. His lungs were bad. Not that he was complaining. Far from it. He knew he was lucky to come away with nothing worse than shoddy lungs after two years of the tunnels at Peenemunde and Mittelwerk. Most came away in sacks.From The Survivors by Kate Furnivall
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I'm about a third of the way through, enjoying it so far :)
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Yes, I know. I got it yesterday & it jumped the queue lol
I want to dive into those green eyes and scream ‘Geronimo!’ and splash into the world of Caitlyn Spies and never come back up for air.From Boy Swallows Universe by Trent Dalton
which is brilliant, especially if you know Brisbane and surrounding areas!
Her face flickered in the swirling purple haze of magic as she ushered frantic orders to the Dark Fairy. "You must get into that castle, Maleficient! Go by fire! Go by smoke! Go by Rhyme! Go by an means available to you, but go!
Mistress of All Evil: A Tale of the Dark Fairy by Serena Valentino.
Today's teaser is the opening line of a book I only started today....The girl leaned, rather than walked, into the wind, clutching the damp package of fish and chips grimly under one arm even as the gale plucked at the paper, trying to unravel the parcel and send the contents skittering away down the seafront for the seagulls to claim...
It is from
The Death of Mrs. Westaway by Ruth Ware
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Jack spent the morning in the malt house poring over a stack of papers that he brought in with him when he got home last night.
The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton
Brenda wrote: "Something very interesting has happened. This afternoon we had another visitor.Jack spent the morning in the malt house poring over a stack of papers that he brought in with him when he got home l..."
I'm looking forward to reading this! It's on order at the library, and it's safe to say I am number 1 on the reservation list ;)
I could have asked Ma'ani to put Jordan down so he could explain himself, but I didn't feel like it. I was beginning to find Jordan as a hanging basket more tolerable than his previous incarnations.From The Spotted Dog by Kerry Greenwood
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Jack spent the morning in the malt house poring over a stack of papers that he brought in with him whe..."
It's a big book Brooke - but I'm over half way now; still loving it!
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I'm not starting this one until closer to publication date Kylie - but it's safe to say I'm really looking forward to it!
I haven't had time to read today - so here's one from one of my weekend reads."Diana Cowper had planned her funeral and she was going to need it. She was murdered about six hours later that same day."
The Word Is Murder by Anthony Horowitz
Brenda wrote: "Kylie wrote: "I could have asked Ma'ani to put Jordan down so he could explain himself, but I didn't feel like it. I was beginning to find Jordan as a hanging basket more tolerable than his previou..."Yes, I'm enjoying it :)
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I haven't started my next book yet but here's a teaser from
OVEN-ROASTED TOMATOES (serves 4 as a side)
Ingredients:
About half a kilo of medium-sized tomatoes
To taste: minced or chopped garlic, olive oil, oregano, salt and pepper
Method:
Preheat oven at 200C. Cut fresh tomatoes in half with a sharp knife. Line a tray with baking paper, place tomatoes on top, and sprinkle with garlic, olive oil, oregano, salt and pepper.
Bake for roughly 30 minutes, or until the tomatoes shrivel. Keep an eye on them so they don't burn!
Once ready, allow the tomatoes to cool for a bit, then enjoy on a hunk of sourdough with eggs and roasted herby mushrooms, or however you prefer.