Söndags-smakbit # 50

Bloggen Betraktelser ger oss på söndagar chansen att publicera ett litet smakprov ur en bok vi läser.
Där får du många spännande boktitlar att kika närmare på.

Jag är på sista sidorna i en bok jag inte vill ska ta slut! Jag fick tipset av min duktiga bibliotekarie.
Boken heter Prayers for the stolen och är skriven av Jennifer Clement.
Berättelsen handlar om en ung flicka som växer upp i bergen i Mexiko där unga flickor blir bortrövade av knarklangare och gangsters och därför göms undan och kläs ut till pojkar.
Jag har länkat titeln till förlaget där du kan läsa mer.

Smakbit sid. 17

“It was very humid and my body wilted as we moved forward. It was so moist spiders could weave their webs in the very air and we had to walk wiping the webs and long, loose threads from our faces and hope no spider hade fallen into our hair or down our blouses. It was the kind of humidity that made iguanas and lizards sleep with their eyes at half mast and even the insects were asleep. It was so hot that we sat down on some stones, after checking to see there was no scorpion or snake there, and rested for a minute.”

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“On our mountain a refrigerator was our most important appliance, piece of furniture. It was our door to the North Pole, polar bears, seals, and glaciers. On a hot day everyone sat around it with the door wide open. During the day we kept our pillows inside to cool them. At night, for an hour or so, our heads would rest on cool cotton. “

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“Julio was in his early twenties. He was kind to the flowers and the leaves. He cupped the roses with his hands as if he was honored to hold them. He walked gently on the grass as if he did not want the small blades to break or even bend under his weight. Plants in my life had always been something to fight against. Trees were filled with tarantulas. Vines strangled everything. Snakes hid near the prettiest flowers. Because I loved Julio, the cars and trucks outside sounded like rivers. the diesel smoke from passenger buses smelled like flowers My small ugly hands turned into starfish.”