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!
MY TEASER:
This a long teaser Tuesday, but well worth it. In this excerpt, Anne is feeding the hungry and poor in the kitchen of the home she serves in. She had been saving a cube of sugar to give to the Master's dog, but blessed this little girl with it instead. The little girl had never seen or tasted sugar. Here is what happens when she asks what it is:
The door blew open in the March wind as yet another of Tiverton's needy slipped into the kitchen. Anne took a little notice. She knelt before the ragged girl and grasped her sparrow thin hands. "For this moment, you are a duchess," she said softly. In your mouth is the taste of Christmas plum pudding, black currant ice cream, treacle, and the Turkish delight. You are dressed in a gown of fine green silk caught up with rosettes of pink ribbon. At your neck is gathered a link of the most exquisite Pointe d'Angleterre lace. your hair is braided, looped, and curled. Your skin is scented with fragrant heliotrope.
"Now that's a good 'un," a man said with a laugh. "She smells more like coal dust, I should think."
"Hush!" a woman gave him a sharp elbow. "Do not spoil it."
Anne watched the little girl drift in the vision she had created. "White gloves slide up your fingers and over your arms, all the way to your elbows. You have in your possession a lace fan figured with tiny Chinamen trotting across a footbridge. On your feet you wear thin slippers of emerald green kidskin. Pale mint ribbons wind around your ankles. You dance like the wind; your voice sings as high and clear as a bird's; you can draw and stitch and play the pianoforte better than anyone in the realm. In short, my little one, you are the most enchanting dutchess in all of England. That is the taste in your mouth. It is dreams."
"Coo!" the little girls eyes popped open, and everyone chuckled as she threw her grimy arms around Anne's neck. "I almost thought it was true!"
• 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!
MY TEASER:
This a long teaser Tuesday, but well worth it. In this excerpt, Anne is feeding the hungry and poor in the kitchen of the home she serves in. She had been saving a cube of sugar to give to the Master's dog, but blessed this little girl with it instead. The little girl had never seen or tasted sugar. Here is what happens when she asks what it is:
The door blew open in the March wind as yet another of Tiverton's needy slipped into the kitchen. Anne took a little notice. She knelt before the ragged girl and grasped her sparrow thin hands. "For this moment, you are a duchess," she said softly. In your mouth is the taste of Christmas plum pudding, black currant ice cream, treacle, and the Turkish delight. You are dressed in a gown of fine green silk caught up with rosettes of pink ribbon. At your neck is gathered a link of the most exquisite Pointe d'Angleterre lace. your hair is braided, looped, and curled. Your skin is scented with fragrant heliotrope.
"Now that's a good 'un," a man said with a laugh. "She smells more like coal dust, I should think."
"Hush!" a woman gave him a sharp elbow. "Do not spoil it."
Anne watched the little girl drift in the vision she had created. "White gloves slide up your fingers and over your arms, all the way to your elbows. You have in your possession a lace fan figured with tiny Chinamen trotting across a footbridge. On your feet you wear thin slippers of emerald green kidskin. Pale mint ribbons wind around your ankles. You dance like the wind; your voice sings as high and clear as a bird's; you can draw and stitch and play the pianoforte better than anyone in the realm. In short, my little one, you are the most enchanting dutchess in all of England. That is the taste in your mouth. It is dreams."
"Coo!" the little girls eyes popped open, and everyone chuckled as she threw her grimy arms around Anne's neck. "I almost thought it was true!"
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