Söndags-smakbit #15

Bloggen Betraktelser ger oss på söndagar chansen att publicera ett litet smakprov ur en bok vi läser.
Jag läser Revelator av Daryl Gregory
Jag har länkat titeln till Goodreads där du kan läsa mer.
Smakbit sid.18
-”Even in the gloom the house felt the same as when she left. She knew without taking inventory that everything was still in its place. The hook rug under foot, the cane chairs, the rack holding three guns as familiar to her as family dogs. The house smelled the same, too, decades of wood smoke and tobacco and bacon grease had soaked inte the timbers
The only thing different was herself. She could see now how cramped and dark and worn out the house was, like a tiny wooden ship on a long voyage.”

sid73
-”Stella stood outside the circle, nursing her beer. How the fuck were these people so easy with each other. It all seemed so fake. Desperate, even. A bunch of human beings huddled up like dogs in a den, pretending they wouldn´t turn on each other if they got the cance. Stella had learned to do a passable impersonation of a normal person, but she couldn´t keep it up for long. ”