Oggi il Teaser è tratto da un libro che ho appena finito e che non mi ha convinta del tutto. Che cavolo ci fai un Teaser sopra vi chiederete voi. Beh, è un libro talmente particolare, soprattutto per la modalità di lettura, che va letto e provato.
Cassiopeia moaned again.
“Shhh,” Lyra said. “It’s all right.”
“It’s going to die,” 72 said flatly. Luckily, Cassiopeia didn’t hear, or if she did, she was too sick to react.
“It’s a she,” Lyra said.
“She’s going to die, then.”
“Someone will come for us.”
“She’ll die that way, too. But slower.”
“Stop,” she told him, and he shrugged and turned away. She moved a little closer to Cassiopeia. “Want to hear a story?” she whispered. Cassiopeia didn’t answer, but Lyra charged on anyway. “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Matilda. She was really smart. Smarter than either of her parents, who were awful.” Matilda was one of the first long books that Dr. O’Donnell had ever read to her. She closed her eyes again and made herself focus. Once again she saw fire, but she forced the smoke into the shape of different letters, into words floating in the sky. Extraordinary. In the distance she heard a mechanical whirring, the sound of the air being threshed into waves: helicopters. “Her dad was a used-car salesman. He liked to cheat people. Her mom just watched TV.” Safe, she thought, picturing the word pinned to clouds. “Matilda liked to read.”
“What is that?” 72 asked, in a low voice, as if he was scared of being overheard. But he sounded angry again.
“It’s a story,” she said.
“But . . .” He shook his head. She could see sand stuck to his lower lip, and dust patterning his cheekbones. “What is it?”
“It’s a book,” she said. “It’s called Matilda.” And then, though she had never admitted it to anyone: “One of the doctors read it to me.”
72 frowned again. “You’re lying,” he said, but uncertainly, as if he wasn’t sure.
“I’m not,” she said. 72, she’d decided, was very ugly. His forehead was too large and his eyebrows too thick. They looked like dark caterpillars. His mouth, on the other hand, looked like a girl’s.
Nine (Lyra) – REPLICA di Lauren Oliver