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Monday, November 28, 2016

What Light by Jay Asher: First Page Mondays






I received this beautiful book as a review copy from PanMacmillan and am almost done. If you haven't already heard about Jay Asher, you should definitely read 13 Reasons Why. That was the first Jay Asher book I read and that is what made me pick this one, What Light, for review.

The book is in the YA genre and is an absolute delight. Review will come up soon as I am about to finish it. For now, here's a look at the first page.

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"I hate this time of year," Rachel says. "I'm sorry Sierra, I'm sure I say that a lot, but it's true."

 Morning mist blurs the entrance of our school at the far end of the lawn. We stay on the cement pathway to avoid damp spots in the grass, but Rachel's not complaining about the weather.

 "Please don't do this," I say. "You'll make me cry again. I just want to get through this week without - "

 "But it's not a week!" she says, "It's two days. Two days until Thanksgiving break, and then you leave for a whole month again. More than a month!"

 I hug Rachel's arm as we continue walking. Even though I'm the one leaving for another holiday season far from home, Rachel pretends like it's her world that gets turned........

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- Debolina Raja

Monday, November 21, 2016

The Green Room by Wendell Rodricks: First Page Mondays




I love all things fashion and style and beauty, and it is no secret that I love biographies and memoirs a lot as well. So when I first heard about The Green Room by Wendell Rodricks, I was sure I was going to read it. It's just that I never got down to picking it up somehow. On a chance trip to a bookstore in Goa (of all places!!!), I spotted the book, and grabbed it up immediately.

I have just about started reading it now, been a month that I got it home. And must say I am enjoying every bit. So without further ado, here's a look at the first page.

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 PROLOGUE
FEBRUARY 2005

What assails the olfactory sense is immediately obvious even to the uninitiated. The overpowering makeup and hairspray top notes clash with the musty odour of black fabric which creates walled spaces. Repeatedly stretched out through a thousand shows, the black screens are moats - to protect the princessess of the ramp from the outside world. There are also hints of nail colour and perfume, sharp notes of white wine, forbidden nicotine traces, and always a lingering notion that there is dust and dirt clawing at the edges. Inhabitants of the green room learn quickly to never touch the wall. Nor lean against the roughly hewn wooden boards. They are so dangerous that splinters can lodge deep into skin if one foolishly dares grasp them. It is always dim backstage. Seasone models and designers develop night vision - carefully picking their way through backdrop supporters, slippery acrylic entryways, floors moistened with dew and a snake pit of electric wires slithering on the floor.

 No one belongs here except beautiful mannequins, makeup and hair armies, dressers culled from local fashion schools and the designer's team. Designers showing a collection at a particular time slot colonize the green room for 'their hour.' However close the friendship between them, the entry of others into the green room during 'their hour' is frowned upon. Should a hapless tailor, steam press man or technician cross the hallowed threshold of the sanctum sanctorum, he is greeted with flashing, angry kohled eyes and half-naked models shrieking in unison: 'Get out get out! What the hell is going on! Who the fuck is this guy? Kya kar raha hai idhar? What are you doing here? Bahar jao!' The .....

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- Debolina Raja

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Ideal By Ayn Rand: Sneaky Peeky Sunday




Found this amazing book at #Crossword Pune and couldn't resist picking it up immediately. So here's the page I am on now. Take a look.



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understood? Silence. Do not answer any questions on the lot or outside. Avoid all references to this morning's papers.
SALZER: Us the papers should avoid!
FARROW: They haven't said much so far. It's only rumours. Idle gossip.
CLAIRE: But it's all over town! Hints, whispers, questions. If I could see any point in it, I'd say someone was spreading it intentionally.
FARROW: Personally, I do not believe the story for a minute. However, I want all the information you can give me. I take it that none of you has seen Miss Gonda since yesterday?

 (The others shrug hopelessly, shaking their heads)

SALZER: If the papers couldn't find her, we can't.
FARROW: Had she mentioned to any of you that she was going to have dinner with Granton Sayers last night?
CLAIRE: When has she ever told anyone anything?
FARROW: Did you notice anything suspicious in her behaviour when you saw her last?
CLAIRE: I....
MCNITT:I should say I did! I thought at the time it was damn funny! Yesterday morning it was. I drove up to her beach home and there she was, out at sea, tearing through the rocks in a motorboat till I thought I'd have heart failure watching it.
SALZER: My god, that's against our contracts!
MCNITT: What? My having heart failure?
SALZER: To hell with you! Gonda driving her motorboat!
MCNITT: Try and stop her! So she climbs up to the road, finally, all wet all over. "You'll get killed someday" I say to her, and she looks straight at me and she says "That won't make any difference to me" she says, "nor to anyone else anywhere."

- Debolina Raja