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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 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!

This week’s teaser is from The Light Fantastic by Terry Pratchett, p. 28.

Many of the books were magical, and the important thing to remember about grimoires is that they are deadly in the hands of any librarian who cares about order, because he’s bound to stick them all on the same shelf. This is not a good idea with books that tend to leak magic, because more than one or two of them together form a critical Black Mass.

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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 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!

This week’s teaser is from American Rust by Philipp Meyer, p. 53.

From the top of the ridge they could see over the meadow, the half-collapsed remnants of the main Standard Steel Car factory, grown over with vines, the small machine shop where they’d found the body. There were old boxcars in the field and a peaceful, pleasant air about the place.

It was hard to find teaser sentences from this book. Most of the sentences are short and choppy and, well, not very teasery. This one is good, though, because you get a feel of the depression of the area, plus the fact that there’s a body.

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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 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!

My teaser for this week is from The Color of Magic by Terry Pratchett, my first read for the Terry Pratchett 2010 Challenge, p. 123.

“Oh,” he said, “I expect in a minute the door will be flung back and I’ll be dragged off to some sort of temple arena where I’ll fight maybe a couple of giant spiders and an eight-foot slave from the jungles of Klatch and then I’ll rescue some kind of a princess from the altar and then kill off a few guards or whatever and then this girl will show me the secret passage out of the place and we’ll liberate a couple of horses and escape with the treasure.” Hrun leaned his head back on his hands and looked at the ceiling, whistling tunelessly.

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I’ve been meaning to read as many of Terry Pratchett’s books as possible, and this is a perfect excuse to get started.

Marg, at ReadingAdventures, is hosting this challenge. There are many levels, beginning with Cashier at Ankh-Morpork Mint (1-3 books) on up through Death’s Apprentice (10-12 books). I’m going to shoot for the Academic at the Unseen University (6-8) books, but hopefully I’ll read even more. For more information about the challenge, click on the image.

Tuesday Teasers is a weekly meme hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading.

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The rules are to turn to a random page in your current book and pick 2 teaser sentences, being careful of spoilers.

This week’s teaser is from Sunnyside by Glen David Gold (ARC), p. 16.

The band assembled into neat rows flanking the strongest boy in the twelfth grade, who wore a bass drum strapped to his belly, and who beat on it with a joyous rhythm from the heart of East Texas. There were last-minute panicked repinnings of bunting that had diabolically chosen this moment to sag, and all the town spilled onto the platform in a mass, from the patients at the Ralston Confederate Retirement Home in their wicker-strap wheelchairs to the girls who had turned out in their best dresses, dresses so fine that when the newspaper accounts described the catastrophe to come, they still spent inches serenading local color (“Miss Kate Ogden, pink albatross and white velvet; Miss Fannie Stewart, pink velvet; Miss Hattie Chapman, pale-lavender teatime dress”), and all the girls, no matter how much they hated the others’ high-handed ways, stood linking arms so that – hang your light refreshment and a morning drink- they would be the most inviting sight for Chaplin’s eye.