En Smakebit På Søndag #3
Denne søndagens smakebit er fra bok nummer 3 i Fallen-serien skrevet av Lauren Kate. Når jeg legger ut smakebit pleier jeg å ta med det som står på baksiden av boken, men jeg dropper det denne gangen da jeg forrige søndag la ut baksidetekst og smakebit fra første bok i denne serien.
(I denne smakebiten er en setning litt forkortet for å ikke røpe noe vesentlig).
Smakebit:
If only
Daniel were here… But he wasn’t. All Luce could do was hope that he’d be
waiting for her- and not too angry- when she figured out what she was doing and
came home.
At the top of the stairs, Luce darted inside the first room she came to. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it to catch her breath.
She was alone in a vast parlor. It was a marvelous room with a plush ivory upholstered love seat and a pair of leather chairs set around a polished harpsichord. Deep-red curtains hugged the three large windows along the western wall.
A fire crackled in the hearth. Beside Luce was a wall of bookshelves, row after row of thick, leather-bound volumes, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, so high there was even one of those ladders that could be wheeled across the shelves.
An easel stood in the corner, and something about it beckoned to Luce. She’d never set foot upstairs in the Constance estate, and yet: One step onto the thick Persian carpet jogged some part of her memory and told her that she might have seen all of this before.
At the top of the stairs, Luce darted inside the first room she came to. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it to catch her breath.
She was alone in a vast parlor. It was a marvelous room with a plush ivory upholstered love seat and a pair of leather chairs set around a polished harpsichord. Deep-red curtains hugged the three large windows along the western wall.
A fire crackled in the hearth. Beside Luce was a wall of bookshelves, row after row of thick, leather-bound volumes, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, so high there was even one of those ladders that could be wheeled across the shelves.
An easel stood in the corner, and something about it beckoned to Luce. She’d never set foot upstairs in the Constance estate, and yet: One step onto the thick Persian carpet jogged some part of her memory and told her that she might have seen all of this before.
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Har ikke lest boka, men har hatt litt lyst. Så har den på leselista mi. Høres ut som en spennende bok :)
SvarSlettDet hørtes fint ut. Jeg kjenner ikke til bøkene men jeg tror jeg må ta en titt på dem :-) Ønsker deg en fin søndagskveld!
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