Buongiorno, Booklovers. Come sta andando la vostra settimana? Piena come al solito? Distraetevi per qualche secondo da impegni e incombenze gustando il piccolo estratto di Cercando Alaska di John Green che vi ho riservato per la rubrica settimanale Teaser Tuesday.
Prima però ricordiamo brevemente in cosa consiste il Teaser Tuesdays:
- Prendi un libro che stai leggendo
- apri in una pagina a caso
- Condividi un breve spezzone di quella pagina (Teaser)
- Attento a non fare spoiler!
- Riporta anche il titolo e l’autore così che i tuoi lettori possano aggiungere il libro alla loro wishlist se sono rimasti colpiti dall’estratto.
[…] I made it through three entire drags before I felt nauseous and dizzy and only semi-pleasantly buzzed. I got up to leave. As I stood, a voice behind me said:
“So, do you really memorise last words?” She ran up beside me an grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back on the porch swing.
“Yeah,”I said. And then hesitantly, I added, You want to quiz me?”
“JFK”, she said.
“That’s obvious,” I answered.
“Oh, is it now?” she asked.
“No. Those were his last words. Someone said, ‘Mr President, you sure can’t say Dallas doesn’t love you,’ and then he said, ‘That’s obvious,’ and then he got shot.”
She laughed. “God, that’s awful. I shouldn’t laugh. But I will,” and then she laughed again. “OK, Mr Famous Last Words Boy. I have one for you.” She reached into her overstuffed backpack and pulled out a book. “ Gabriel GarcÍa Márquez. The General in His Labyrinth. Absolutely one of my favourites. It’s about Simón BolÍvar.” I didn’t know who Simón BolÍvar was, but she didn’t give me time to ask. “It’s a historical novel, so I don’t know if this is true, but in the book, do you know what his last words are? No, you don’t. But I am about to tell you, Señor Parting Remarks.”
And then she lit a cigarette and sucked on it so hard for so long that I thought the entire thing might burn off in one drag. She exhaled and read to me:
“He – that’s Simón BolÍvar – was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes and his dreams was at the moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness. ‘Damn it,’ he sighed. ‘How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?”
I knew great last words when I heard them, and I made a mental note tp get ahold of a biography of this Simón BolÍvar fellow. Beautiful last words, but I didn’t quite understand. “So what’s the labyrinth?” I asked her. […]