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Teaser Tuesday

Today I have several little excerpts for you, mostly because I couldn't pick, but partially because I am being forced to read this book for school, and I feel like if I blog about it maybe it'll help me finish it.

Not that I don't like it: it's just that, see, I'm being forced. So sometimes I don't do things simply because I want to rebel.

But this book is actually really good.

Most days I wish I was a British pound coin instead of an African girl. Everyone would be pleased to see me coming. Maybe I would visit you for the weekend and then suddenly, because I am fickle like that, I would visit with the man from the corner shop instead—but you would not be sad because you would be eating a cinnamon bun, or drinking a cold coca-cola from the can, and you would never think of me again. We would be happy, like lovers who met on holiday and forgot each other's names. ~Little Bee, page 1

Little Bee by Chris Cleave

We don't want to tell you what happens in this book.

It is a truly special story and we don't want to spoil it.

Nevertheless, you need to know enough to buy it, so we'll just say this:

This is the story of two women. Their lives collide one fateful day, and one of them has to make a terrible choice, the kind of choice we hope you never have to face. Two years later, they meet again—the story starts there…

Once you have read it, you'll want to tell your friends about it. When you do, please don't tell them what happens. The magic is in how the story unfolds.

Published first published January 1st 2008 | ISBN 9781416589631 | Amazon | Goodreads

 

 


"Please remind me again why you're going to pilgrim camp."

"Okay, first, it's not a camp. It's a living history museum studies internship." I nestled my cell phone between my ear and my shoulder, trying to zip my suitcase closed with one hand. Definitely not working. "And second, ugh," I grunted. That zipper was like beyond stuck. "Like I've said about a million times, I'm not a pilgrim." I sat on the suitcase and tried to zipper it between my legs. "I'm an eighteenth-century New England colonist on the coastline of the territory known as the state of Maine. It's a totally different thing. It's lime mistaking Pucci for Gucci." (Prologue, ARC page 1)

Pilgrims Don't Wear Pink by Stephanie Kate Strohm

A story of crushes, corsets, and conspiracy
Libby Kelting had always felt herself born out of time. No wonder the historical romance-reading, Jane Austen-adaptation-watching, all-around history nerd jumped at the chance to intern at Camden Harbor, Maine’s Oldest Living History Museum. But at Camden Harbor Libby’s just plain out of place, no matter how cute she looks in a corset. Her cat-loving coworker wants her dead, the too-smart-for-his-own-good local reporter keeps pushing her buttons, her gorgeous sailor may be more shipwreck than dreamboat — plus Camden Harbor’s haunted. Over the course of one unforgettable summer, Libby learns that boys, like ghosts, aren’t always what they seem.

May 8th 2012 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt | ISBN 9780547564593 | Amazon | Goodreads

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