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!
Oh. My. God. You guys! This book? Is amazing! I purchased it at the Paradies bookstore inside the Spokane International Airport (along with two others because they were buy 2 get 1 free; who could resist that?!?), and it was one of the best spontaneous book grabs I've ever done. It was the first of the three I decided to read, and got over halfway through during my multiple flights home, later finishing it on the bus during my usual commute. I'm actually reading another book right now which is not as good,a nd is a bit of a let down after reading this one), but I wanted to feature The Taste of Apple Seeds by Katharina Hagena because it's just so dang good! Parts of it were pretty tough for me to read because it hit pretty close to home (not giving anything important away, but the grandmother had dementia), and I'm sure the gentleman stuck sitting next to the sobbing woman on the plane was not too thrilled, but it was just so good, I couldn't put it down! Anyway, here are my teasers from page 72:
Her brain silted up like a riverbed. Then the riverbank began to crumble, until large chunks fell crashing into the water. The river lost its form and current, its natural character. In the end it didn't flow anymore but just sloshed in all directions. White deposits in the brain prevented electrical charges from getting through, all nerve ends were isolated, as was the person in the end: isolation, island, England, gland, electrons and Aunt Inga's amber bracelet, resin went hard in water, water went hard with a hard frost, glass was silicon and silicon was sand, and sand trickled down through the hourglass, and I should sleep now, it was late.