Teaser Tuesday: The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender by Leslye Walton
2015 Christmas Card(s)

Bonus Teaser Tuesday: Poisoned Apples by Christine Heppermann


Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm.  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. (I tend to go over this limit a LOT!)

•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!

I actually read this book in one day - December first to be exact. After finishing the wonderful book The Strange and Wonderful Sorrows of Ava Lavender, I initially wanted to read the new Gregory Maguire book, After Alice, but my nook is becoming increasingly annoying and required me to "unlock" my book by providing my name and credit card number. As if I'm going to have that information readily available when I'm sitting on the bus, and even if I did, I wouldn't be pulling out my credit card when there's people around to see it. Sheesh! Anyway, I decided to try another book in my library in the hopes it would already be unlocked, and Poisoned Apples was the winner!

It's a collection of poetry about the unrealistic notions of fairy tales and the modern beauty industry, and how it can make young girls feel about themselves. It's really a very good book, with some great poems in it, as well as some really cool photography, so if you're in the mood to read some funny, dark, serious, thought-provoking poems, check this book out! Here's my teaser called The Giant's Daughter at Spring Formal which is on page 34 on my nook:

It's bad enough

that the other girls shopped at Teeny


and I'm decked out in

Tarp City,

but even through the perfume

of my pumpkin-size corsage,

Papa will smell Jack on me when I get


those greedy little hands.

He'll stagger around the castle

hunting for bones to grind

until I tuck him in. Then I'll toss

the bottles down through the clouds

where Mama won't find them,

and wait out by the beanstalk.

Someday I'll meet a guy

I can look up to.

One who's not a drunken oaf

or a shrimp whose jeering buddies

dared him to make the climb.


Have a great Tuesday! Cheers!