Teaser Tuesday 2#
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly book meme that is 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!
• 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!
Here are my, ahem, few teasers from The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants - Anne Brashares:
She personally thought that the only reason most girls put up with most boys at all was because they needed reassurance that they were pretty. That was one thing, maybe the only thing, Lena knew about herself without reassurance. Lena’s friends called her Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. The beauty part was more or less on target, but the love part was a joke. Lena was not a romantic. “Lena, this is Kostos,” Grandma said. Lena could tell Grandma was trying to be cool, but she was just about blowing a gasket with excitement. “Kostos, this is my granddaughter Lena,” Grandma said with a flourish, as though she were presenting a game show contestant with his new red car. Lena stuck her hand out stiffly and shook his, heading off any spontaneous Greek cheek-kissing. He studied her face while he shook her hand. She could tell he was trying to hold her eyes for a moment, but she looked down.
And the second one:
“Kostos, have you met my sister, Effie, yet?” Effie had been bobbing around nearby the whole time, so it wasn’t hard to find her elbow and pull her over. Kostos smiled. “You look like sisters,” he said, and
Lena wanted to hug him for it. For some reason, people always paid more attention to their differences than their similarities. Maybe it took a Greek to see it. “Who’s older?” he asked.
“I’m older, but Effie’s nicer,” Lena said.
“Oh, please,” Grandma said, practically snorting.
“Just a year older,” Effie chimed in. “Fifteen months,
actually.”
“I see,” Kostos answered.
“She’s only fourteen,” Grandma felt the need to point
out. “Lena will be sixteen at the end of the summer.”
“Do you have brothers or sisters?” Effie, the eager
subject-changer, asked.
Kostos’s face became subtly guarded. “No . . . just
me.”
“Oh,” both girls said. Judging from Kostos’s expression, Lena could tell there was more to the story than
that, and she silently prayed Effie wouldn’t ask any more about it. She didn't want to get into intimacies
here.
Last one! :)
Later, she sat on the single chair outside the front door eating delicious stuffed grape leaves called dolmades, and olives. As many thousands of times as she’d eaten Greek food back in Maryland, it had never tasted precisely like this. Kostos peered out the door. “There you are,” he said. “You like to sit alone?” She nodded. She’d chosen this spot mostly for its one
chair. “I see.” He was very, very handsome. His hair was dark and wavy, and his eyes were yellow-green. There was a slight bump on the bridge of his nose. That means you should go away, she urged him silently.
Kostos walked into the passageway that led past her grandparents’ home and wound up the cliff. He pointed downhill. “That’s my house,” he said, pointing to a similar structure about five doors down. It had a wrought-iron balcony on the second floor painted a vibrant green and holding back an avalanche of flowers.
“Oh. Long walk,” she said. He smiled.
She was about to ask whether he lived with his grandparents, but then she realized that would be inviting a conversation. He leaned against the whitewashed wall of the passageway. So much for the notion that Greek men were short. “Would you like to take a walk with me?” he asked. “I want to show you Ammoudi, the little village at the bottom of the cliff.”
“No thanks,” she said. She didn’t even make an excuse. She had learned long ago that boys took excuses
as further reasons to ask you out. He studied her face a moment, openly disappointed. “Maybe another time,” he said. She wanted him to go back inside and ask Effie to see Ammoudi, but instead he walked slowly down the hill and into his house. I’m sorry you asked me out, she told him silently. Otherwise maybe I could have liked you.
Sorry it was so long but I really thought they were good teasers! Lol! They're on pages 72 and 73 in that edition of the book! You must read this book, I'm hooked! :)