It’s Thursday. Time for third sentence(s).

(Just a quick recap: Third Sentence Thursday is another one of those book-related web games. The idea is to open the book you’re reading to a random page and post the third complete sentence on that page, with a short teaser description of the book.)

Thirteen at Dinner, Agatha Christie

p. 158: “‘She was very startled at seeing me, of course.'”

The next day, you might think she’d have been seriously worried, not just startled, about having seen the speaker (her cousin, a man she’s at least half in love with). She – Geraldine Marsh, the daughter of Lord Edgware – was supposed to be at the opera, but her penniless cousin Ronald met her there during the intermission and persuaded her to go home, sneak in and get her pearl necklace, and give it to him to sell. He’ll wait in the taxi…but as she comes down the stairs with the pearls, there’s Ronald in the hall.

Next morning, she learns that her father was murdered in his library, just off that hall, sometime during the evening when she filched the pearls. (So poor cousin Ronald is now the new, wealthy, Lord Edgware.) What was he doing in the hall instead of the taxi, anyway?

Garden Spells, Sarah Addison Allen

p. 4: “Long roads like snakes with no tails.”

Claire keeps having dreams about her early childhood when she and her mother roamed aimlessly down those snaky roads. Back then, she spent too many nights waiting in the car outside bars and too many days acting as lookout while her mother shoplifted.

But what really bothers Claire is that everything changed when her younger sister came along. Suddenly, her mother decided that children need roots and security. Suddenly, they went home. Her mother and sister wandered off again long ago; Claire’s still there, rooted like the famous family apple tree, careful to make sure nothing ever changes again.

Everything is about to change.


4 responses to “It’s Thursday. Time for third sentence(s).

  1. On Kalis he stumbled into a cave of a yogi, with whom he spent three days, drinking only water, his head resting in the yogi’s lap at night; and besides the frozen lake beyond the highest pass he received a vision of his personal, trantic saint, in whose presence he felt himself diffusing mystically away. (p 102, To a Mountain in Tibet by Colin Thubron)

  2. I like the one for Garden Spells. Very descriptive. Even that one line. Love it! 🙂 Thanks for playing!

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