BiblioAddict

Since it is clear that my New Year’s resolution to balance my book budget is now a total bust after two whole months, I thought I’d share some passages from a few of my recent acquisitions:

“Scarce nine the first time I was stolen away, I remember a wild and unthinking fright as I was snatched from my pony’s back and dragged into the arms of one of the men who rode toward my father’s escort party. We were heading north to watch our kinsman, King Malcolm, second of the name, hold an autumnal court on the moot hill at Scone. Proud of my shaggy garron and painted saddle, I insisted on riding alone in the length between my father, older brother Farquhar, and several of their retainers. Then horsemen emerged from a fringe of trees and came straight for us. As men shouted and horses reared, a warrior reached out and plucked me up like a poppet.”

LADY MACBETH by Susan Fraser King.

“Whatever falls from the sky above, thou shall not curse it. That includes the rain. No matter what might pour down, no matter how heavy the cloudburst or how icy the sleet, you should never ever utter profanities against whatever the heavens might have in store for us. Everybody knows this. And that includes Zeliha.”

THE BASTARD OF ISTANBUL by Elif Shafak.

“Every summer Lin King returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. Together they had appeared at the courthouse in Wujia Town many times, but she had always changed her mind at the last moment when the judge asked if she would accept a divorce. Year after year, they went to Wujia Town and came back with the same marriage license issued to them by the county’s registry office twenty years before.”

WAITING by Ha Jin (from Bookmooch).

“I am not a yoga kinda guy. Yoga people are sensitive, aware, largely sober, slender, double-jointed, humorless vegans who are concerned with their own spiritual welfare and don’t hesitate to tell you about it. They are spiritually intense and consequently enormously boring in the manner of folks who, in their own self-absorption, feel you ought be alerted as to the quantity and texture of their last bowel movement. Or so I used to think.”

HOLD THE ENLIGHTENMENT by Tim Cahill (from Bookmooch).