Teaser Tuesday | The Trouble With Flirting, Warm Bodies, and Hopeless
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!
He gathers the bag handles in his fists and curls and lowers his arm a few times. “Look at that? See that? See my guns? Aren’t you impressed?”
“Stop or I’ll faint.”
“Yeah, I have that effect on all the women.” As we move away from the Starbucks… he switches hands and insists I now check out that arm’s bicep muscle. “I’m not a one-arm wonder, Franny. Both sides are equally magnificent. This is what you call fearful symmetry.”
“Why do you ever wear a shirt?” I say.
“For the mystery of it, Franny. For the mystery.”
~p. 158, The Trouble With Flirting by Claire LeZebnik
Oh my word, I love this book so much and had such a hard time deciding on a teaser…so you ended up with several. =)
“We grunt and groan, we shrug and nod, and sometimes a few words slip out. It’s not that different from before.
But it does make me sad that we’ve forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn everyone else’s, because I’d like to love them, but I don’t know who they are.”
~p. 4, Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
“There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can’t cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.”
~p. 8, Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
“This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses. So far my personal record is four rolling syllables before some…thing…jams. And I may be the most loquacious zombie in this airport.”
~p. 10, Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
“How long has it been since you…died or whatever?”
I tap a finger against my temple and shake my head.
She looks me over. ”Well, it can’t have been very long. You look pretty good for a corpse.”
I wince again at her language, but I realize she can’t possibly know the sensitive cultural connotations of the word “corpse.”
~p. 43, Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion
The word comes to me like it’s always been there, tucked away between ‘like’ and ‘love’ in the dictionary, right where it belongs. “Living,” I say.
The desperation in his eyes eases slightly, and he lets out a short, confused laugh. “What?” He shakes his head, trying to understand my response.
“Live. If you mix the letters up in the words ‘like’ and ‘love,’ you get ‘live.’ You can use that word.”
He laughs again, but this time it’s a laugh of relief. He wraps his arms around me and he kisses me with nothing but a hell of a lot of relief. “I live you, Sky,” he says against my lips. “I live you so much.”
What are you reading this week?