Bookish selfie… (PG Rated 😉)

A snapshot of my reading week in quotes…

….The magnate turned the frame around, revealing the image of a radiant blonde with green eyes who could have passed for a European actress. Though the pale, bottomless pools of her eyes and the glint of mischief behind them caught his attention first, Treviño’s gaze quickly wandered to the waves of hair that framed the perfect oval of her face like a crown. Her nose was perfectly sculpted, and it was hard not to want to stare for a long while at the remarkable curves of her full, sensual lips. This girl was born to eat the world alive. Like anyone seeing Cristina for the first time, Treviño was floored.
….“She’s sixteen,” said her father.
….“About to be seventeen,” her mother corrected.

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….“You feeling better?”
….“I’m all right.”
….“Sometimes just some little thing will do it. Like a change of water, something like that.”
….“Probably too much lunch.”
….“What’s that?”
….Somebody was out front, rattling the door. “Sounds like somebody trying to get in.”
….“Is the door locked, Frank?”
….“I must have locked it.”
….She looked at me, and got pale. She went to the swinging door, and peeped through. Then she went into the lunchroom, but in a minute she was back.
….“They went away.”
….“I don’t know why I locked it.”
….“I forgot to unlock it.”
….She started for the lunchroom again, but I stopped her. “Let’s – leave it locked.”
….“Nobody can get in if it’s locked. I got some cooking to do. I’ll wash up this plate.”
….I took her in my arms and mashed my mouth up against hers. . . .
….“Bite me! Bite me!”
….I bit her. I sunk my teeth into her lips so deep I could feel the blood spurt into my mouth. It was running down her neck when I carried her upstairs.

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….He conducted her about the lawns, and flower-beds, and conservatories; and thence to the fruit-garden and greenhouses, where he asked her if she liked strawberries.
….“Yes,” said Tess, “when they come.”
….“They are already here.” D’Urberville began gathering specimens of the fruit for her, handing them back to her as he stooped; and, presently, selecting a specially fine product of the “British Queen” variety, he stood up and held it by the stem to her mouth.
….“No – no!” she said quickly, putting her fingers between his hand and her lips. “I would rather take it in my own hand.”
….“Nonsense!” he insisted; and in a slight distress she parted her lips and took it in.
….They had spent some time wandering desultorily thus, Tess eating in a half-pleased, half-reluctant state whatever d’Urberville offered her. When she could consume no more of the strawberries he filled her little basket with them; and then the two passed round to the rose trees, whence he gathered blossoms and gave her to put in her bosom. She obeyed like one in a dream, and when she could affix no more he himself tucked a bud or two into her hat, and heaped her basket with others in the prodigality of his bounty.

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Those are the days and nights when he misses what’s implicit, the shared assumptions, all the things that don’t need to be said. . . Days and nights when he has to explain everything and listen to everything. One of the modest pleasures of making love to someone from your own country is that if at some point (in that zero hour that always follows the urgency, the enthusiasm, the give and take, the up and down) you don’t feel like talking, you can say or hear just a brief monosyllable, and that little word becomes heavy with associations, implied meanings, shared symbols, a common past, who knows what else? There’s nothing to explain or be explained. There’s no need to pour your heart out. Your hands can do the talking: they’re wordless, but they can be extremely eloquent. Boy, can they be eloquent. Monosyllables, as well, but only when they bring with them their whole train of associations, implications. Amazing how many languages can fit into a single one, Rolando Asuero says and tells himself, contemplating his own reflection. Then he repeats, gloomily: Shit, those bags!

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So…are you tempted?

36 thoughts on “Bookish selfie… (PG Rated 😉)

  1. There seems to be an amourous theme among the extracts this week, FF. The Postman… is intriguing, there’s a definite style going on there. I suggest Tess gets over her shyness and starts gobbling those strawberries while she can!

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  2. Well, there is a bit of spiciness in your choices this week, FictionFan! I hope you’ll like the Cain. The Soares sounds interesting, too. And as for Tess….…well, I’ll be interested in what you think of that one when you’ve finished it.

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    • Haha – yes, gang wars, massacres and murders never stop male authors from writing about… ahem… relationships! 😉 I’m still reading most of them so haven’t really formed final opinions yet, except for Tess which a much-loved re-read…

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  3. Whew, safe again!! You know my reading tends toward mysteries, thrillers, and such. I’ll sit tight until you come across something more to my taste (and in the meantime, enjoy your “PG rated” delights!)

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    • Ah, do not be fooled by all these… ahem… romantic quotes! The books include a gang war, a revolution, two murders and a suicide… but when did that ever distract men from admiring an attractive pair of… eyes… 😉

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    • Ah, those Victorians knew how to write about … ahem… romance without involving biting her till she bleeds! Somehow strawberry juice is so much preferable… 😉

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  4. I don’t know… the writing in the selection from Don’t Send Flowers immediately appealed to me, but I’ll wait for your full review before I commit another book to the old TBR list. I like the thematic unity of your quotations this week, FF!

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    • Sadly I abandoned it last night after struggling to the 40% mark. The writing is very good, but it’s grossly overlong and stuffed full of info-dump about the horrors of the drugs gangs in Mexico, while the plot disappears for huge stretches. But it must be me because all the other reviews seem to think it’s great, so don’t let me put you off if it appeals to you… 🙂

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