It’s that time again!
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, I’m reading Rose Sees Red by Cecil Castellucci. In short:
Rose has given up. She’s given up on friendship, on happiness, on life being anything other than black, black, black. Yrena wants out. She’s a dancer who doesn’t want to dance, a prisoner in her own home, a resident of New York who never gets to see the city. To Rose, Yrena has always been the Russian girl who lives next door, seen through the window but never spoken to.
At least not until Yrena crashes into Rose’s room-and Rose’s life-and sets in motion a night in New York City that none of them will ever forget. From YA superstar Cecil Castellucci, this is the story of cold hearts and cold wars warmed by simple human connection and the liberty of being young and free in the early hours of a new day.
You guys, this book is all 80s, all the time. It has leg warmers, KGB and CIA agents, Dungeons and Dragons, and is so chock full of 80s awesomeness, it’s making me dizzy just thinking about it.
It was difficult to pick a teaser (and mine’s a little long, but really, you need to read all of it–no spoilers, promise), but here it is:
There were perverts in the Bronx. I knew this to be true because my brother, Todd, was a pervert and he lived in Riverdale. I also knew that his dorky friends were perverts, and they were all downstairs in the garage playing Dungeons and Dragons. Right now, my house was Pervert Central.
~ p. 40, Rose Sees Red by Cecil Castellucci
[INT. SUV, weekday morning, on way to school]
Son: Mom, is this the real life?
Mom: Or is this just fantasy?
Son: I’m caught in a landslide.
Mom: You know what? There’s really no escape from reality.
Son: Open your eyes.
Mom (pointing): Look up to the skies and see.
Son: I’m just a poor boy
Mom: You need no sympathy
Son: Because I’m easy come, easy go
Mom: Little high, little low.
Son: Any way the wind blows
Mom: Doesn’t really matter to me
Son (dramatic): To me!
Daughter: What are you guys talking about?
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So yesterday, Andrew and I went to see To Kill a Mockingbird at the Park Square Theatre with my mom. It was excellent. We enjoyed it very much, and Andrew and I had a good talk about the themes in the play on the way home. Plus! Bought new shoes.
The second we walk into the house, Kyra calls out, “Mommy! Andrew! Come look! We have a frog!”
(Why am I continuously surprised that things find their way into our house when Bob and Kyra are unsupervised? I shouldn’t be. And yet, I am.)
They went to the pet store and added some new tetras to the tank. Well, the tank needed some new tetras (all our other ones have slowly died off, and the danios are kind of lonely). But they also bought a frog, which can live in there as well.
However, since it eats bloodworms, we have to take it out of the tank to feed it. Fortunately, we only need to do this once a week. So, now, my Outlook has the recurring task of “Feed the frog” for every Friday.
The frog is named Matilda.
I think the new rule for Friday will have to be: No one eats until the frog eats.
It’s that time of year again! Yes, we’re walking for the animals for the third year in a row. What started out as a service project as part of Andrew’s seventh grade social studies class has become a family tradition.
And this morning it was nice enough to walk outside … and I’ve decided I need a new pair of shoes before the actual walk on April 30th.
As always, if you’d like to donate, we’d really appreciate it. We are walking as Team Oreo, of course. If you’d like to donate, click on the link and follow the instructions on our team page.
We thank you, and Oreo does too:
Well, she would if she could wake up long enough to.
Cover of Deep Down Popular
What I did, the weekend edition:
- Took two karate classes
- Baked banana bread
- Did the laundry
- Finished reading a novel (Deep Down Popular by Phoebe Stone)
- Finished writing a novel
Yes, the first draft of what I’m calling Speechless (even though I wrote a short story with the same title–actually, the short story inspired the novel) is done.
This is less impressive when you learn that the word count is only 32,000. I did that on purpose. This is an upper middle grade/tween novel and that length gives me plenty of room for revisions. I can comfortably add 10,000 words and not freak the freak out about word count.
And of course, during all this, the kids were messing around with Andrew’s video camera on the back deck. They set it up on a tripod so it was pointed right at me (we have a series of glass doors/windows that face the backyard). Then they would knock on the door and run away (but, thanks to all that glass, I could see them–so yeah, not very subtle). Once, I stepped out on the deck and said something to the camera about trying to write.
Later, they holed up in a bedroom to watch their masterpiece with much giggling.
So, if you’re imaging me in some idyllic writer’s paradise … um, yeah, not so much. It’s me, the cooling banana bread, the dog wanting to go outside, and the kids turning me into their own reality show.