The Sleepwalker's Guide To Dancing by Mira Jacob was sent to me by Bloomsbury to read and review. I am exactly halfway through the book.
Here's what's on the page I am reading right now....
She felt Jamie's gaze travel with hers, and the hair on the back of her neck stood up like it was being brushed the wrong way. She let herself look right at him. His hair radiated from his head in a beautiful nimbus, and she felt his face coming closer, the center of some oddly beautiful flower.
'What?' she said, and he jerked back in surprise.
He looked down at her hand. 'Are you going to smoke that?'
Her cigarette had a thumb-tip-sized ash growing on it. She flicked it, stuck it between her lips like a straw, and sucked. A cat with its claws out skidded down her trachea. For one moment she held it in, looking at
the curious expression on Jamie's face, and then she choked and everything came out at once, smoke and tears and spit exploding out of her face. Jamie jumped back.
She gasped and began coughing again, this time jamming her face into the crook of her arm so he couldn't see her. She wheezed, hacked. She felt his hand thumping her back like it would do any good, and she cursed silently through the rest of it, which ended with a few shaky breaths and a swallow.
'Are you okay?'
She nodded, not trusting her voice. She needed to burp and wasn't sure if it would be smoke or air.
'You don't smoke, do you?'
She shook her head, which made him laugh out loud. She dropped the remaining cigarette and stamped it out.
'Why did you ask for one?'
'I just wanted to get out of there.'
'Oh. No shit.' He looked back at the gym and took a step forward toward it, then turned around again. 'So do you want to go for a walk?'
'Around the soccer field or something,' he said, pointing past them like she didn't know where it was. 'And then we can go back inside.'
The sprinklers had gone off recently, and the wet grass tickled her ankles as they followed the lime boundary. Jamie walked a little ahead of her.
- Debolina Raja Gupta