I just happened across yet another reader’s blogging game – Third Sentence Thursday. Basic idea? Open the book you’re reading to a random page. Post the third complete sentence on that page. Add a few comments about the book.
Simple, right? Of course not. I can complicate anything, and usually do. But what are you supposed to do, when you’re reading several books at once? (Five pages here, a chapter there, depending on which book is in the same room as I am when I’m ready to pick something up and read.)
There’s only one solution. I’ll just have to post Third Sentences from each of the current batch. Here you go, ready or not –
“‘However,’ said Poirot, after a brief pause during which George tried to speak and failed, ‘many stupid men have been criminals!’”
George – a very, very conventional politician – has been estranged from his obnoxious father for years; but this year, the whole family accepted the old man’s invitation to a Christmas reconciliation. Or did they? Because not very far into the book, George’s father was horribly murdered….
“It rippled again, and an enormous jaw unfolded itself, revealing a triple row of thorn-sharp teeth.”
We’re in an alternate version of nineteenth-century Russia, I think. Two young princes are visiting a boatbuilder, one of the men who can construct the great flying ships, and he is showing them a strange creature he just bought from a fisherman. Meanwhile, outside, a hungry crowd waits for the fishing fleet to unload the day’s tiny catch. But every last fish is going to be sent to the court. There’s about to be a riot….
“If any combatant was struck down, and unable to recover his feet, his squire or page might enter the lists and drag his master out of the press; but in that case the knight was adjudged vanquished, and his arms and horse declared forfeited.”
It’s the Middle Ages in England. Good King Richard the Lion-Hearted is missing; his evil brother John is in charge; and meanwhile, there’s a tournament to win. Scott gets pretty talky explaining the background to us; in fairness, he was in the process of inventing historical novels at the time. (He was also trotting out some fairly objectionable stereotypes, all the while appearing to think he was being very modern and fairminded. But I’ll go into that in my full review, later.)
“That left the long-term residents suspicious of the newcomer elves.”
Because none of the more plausible explanations (such as Bigfoot) of what’s causing the nighttime disturbances in the artists’ colony make sense. Gotta be elves, right? Whatever the real Trouble is, private detective Rosie Lavine has let the Fresh-Out-Of-Faerie elf lord Finandiel talk her into straightening everything out….