crooked kingdom

WWW…Wednesday #11

Buongiorno lettori!
Oggi sono tornata al lavoro ed è già un trauma. Dieci giorni di vacanza sono devastanti, torno più stanca di quando sono partita. Voi come avete iniziato l’anno?
Oggi vi facciamo vedere le nostre letture come ogni settimana, voi lasciateci un commento dicendoci cosa state leggendo. Fa sempre piacere trovare nuovi libri da aggiungere alle nostre infinite TBR.

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Uhm da settimana scorsa, come potete vedere non è cambiato nulla perché in questi giorni non sono proprio riuscita a leggere. La lettura de La Bussola d’Oro procede e mi sta piacendo come la prima volta che l’ho letto.

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Durante queste vacanze sto leggendo davvero pochissimo, purtroppo. Il mio proposito di smaltire un po’ di cartacei è fallito miseramente. Ho finito Baciami sotto la neve di New York che non mi ha entusiasmata. Nel mare ci sono i coccodrilli l’ho appena iniziato, quindi non vi posso dire nulla.

WWW…Wednesday #10

Buongiorno lettori! Passato bene il Natale? Mangiato? Spero abbiate anche trovato il tempo, nella frenesia delle feste, di coccolarvi con un buon libro. Anche questa settimana, con il WWW…Wednesday, io e la Mon vi lasciamo le nostre letture 🙂

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Ho in mente da un po’ di leggere “Il libro della polvere” di Pullman, ma ricordo poco della trilogia dedicata a Lyra e alla Polvere, quindi ho deciso di riprenderli il mano prima di affrontare l’ultimo volume.

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Ho finalmente finito It e non ho ancora capito se e quanto mi sia piaciuto. In questi giorni, poi, ho letto davvero poco, ma finirò a breve Baciami sotto la neve di New York. Prossima lettura: Nel mare ci sono i coccodrilli di Fabio Geda.

WWW…Wednesday #9

Buongiorno. Siamo di nuovo a mercoledì, le settimane prima di Natale scappano sempre via rapidissime. Avete finito i regali? Regalerete un sacco di libri? Intanto raccontateci cosa state leggendo in questo periodo o lasciateci i link ai vostri WWW Wednesday!

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Sono quasi alla fine dei libri della Bardugo e dopo, se riesco, vorrei ricominciare a leggere i libri con protagonista Alice Allevi perché sono bloccata al secondo e mi dispiace non essere andata ancora avanti.

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WWW uguale identico alla settimana scorsa perché nel week end sono stata in giro e inoltre avevo deciso di finire It ad ogni costo. Ora mi mancano meno di 100 pagine, spero proprio che il prossimo WWW non lo veda nemmeno nel letto, considerando anche che iniziano le ferie. 🙂

Teaser Tuesday #144

Buongiorno!
La mia fissa per la Bardugo ancora non è passata, ma credo stia per finire perché sono quasi alla fine dei libri. Sto leggendo Crooked Kingdom e mi sta piacendo un sacco. La seconda duologia con protagonisti 6 ragazzi mi ha entusiasmata molto di più della trilogia iniziale e spero di parlarvene presto.

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R etvenko leaned against the bar and tucked his nose into his dirty shot glass. The whiskey had failed to warm him. Nothing could get you warm in this Saintsforsaken city. And there was no escaping the smell, the throat-choking stew of bilge, clams, and wet stone that seemed to have soaked into his pores as if he’d been steeping in the city’s essence like the world’s worst cup of tea.

It was most noticeable in the Barrel, even more so in a miserable dump like this one—a squat tavern wedged into the lower floor of one of the slum’s grimmest apartment buildings, its ceiling bowed by weather and shoddy construction, its beams blackened by soot from a fireplace that had long since ceased to function, the flue clogged by debris. The floor was covered in sawdust to soak up spilled lager, vomit, and whatever else the bar’s patrons lost control of. Retvenko wondered how long it had been since the boards had been swept clean. He buried his nose more deeply in the glass, inhaling the sweet perfume of bad whiskey. It made his eyes water.

“You’re supposed to drink it, not snort it,” said the barkeep with a laugh.

Retvenko put his glass down and gazed at the man blearily. He was thick necked and barrel chested, a real bruiser. Retvenko had seen him toss more than one rowdy patron into the street, but it was hard to take him seriously dressed in the absurd fashion favored by the young men of the Barrel—a pink shirt with sleeves that looked fit to split over huge biceps, a garish red-and-orange plaid waistcoat. He looked like a dandified soft-shell crab.

“Tell me,” said Retvenko. His Kerch wasn’t good to begin with, and it was worse after a few drinks. “Why does city smell so bad? Like old soup? Like sink full of dishes?”

The barman laughed. “That’s just Ketterdam. You get used to it.”

Retvenko shook his head. He didn’t want to get used to this city or its stink. His job with Councilman Hoede had been dull, but at least his rooms had been dry and warm. As a treasured Grisha indenture, Retvenko had been kept in comfort, his belly full. He’d cursed Hoede at the time, bored with his work shepherding the merchant’s expensive cargo shipments across the sea, resenting the terms of his contract, the foolish bargain he’d made to get himself out of Ravka after the civil war. But now? Now he couldn’t help thinking of the Grisha workshop at Hoede’s house, the fire burning merrily in the grate, brown bread served with slabs of butter and thick cuts of ham. After Hoede had died, the Kerch Merchant Council had let Retvenko take on sea voyages to pay his way out of the indenture. The money was terrible, but what other options did he have? He was a Grisha Squaller in a hostile city with no skills but the gifts with which he’d been born.

“Another?” the barman asked, gesturing at Retvenko’s empty glass.

Retvenko hesitated. He shouldn’t waste his money. If he was smart with his pennies, he would only need to rent himself out for one more voyage, maybe two, and he’d have enough money to pay off his indenture and buy himself a ticket to Ravka in a third-class berth. That was all he needed.

He was due on the docks in less than an hour. Storms had been predicted, so the crew would rely on Retvenko to master the air currents and guide the ship calmly to whatever port they needed to reach. He didn’t know where and he didn’t care. The captain would call coordinates; Retvenko would fill the sails or calm the skies. And then he would collect his pay. But the winds hadn’t picked up yet. Maybe he could sleep through the first part of the voyage. Retvenko tapped the bar and nodded. What was a man to do? He deserved some comfort in this world.

“I am not errand boy,” he muttered.

“What’s that?” the barman asked as he poured out another drink.

Retvenko gave a dismissive wave. This person, this common lout, could never understand. He toiled away in obscurity. Hoping for what? An extra coin in his pocket? A warm glance from a pretty girl? He knew nothing of glory in battle, what it was to be revered.

“You Ravkan?”

Through the muzzy blur the whiskey had created, Retvenko came alert. “Why?”

“No reason. You just sound Ravkan.”

Retvenko told himself to relax. Plenty of Ravkans came through Ketterdam looking for work. There was nothing on him that said Grisha. His cowardice filled him with disgust—at himself, the barman, this city.

Prologo – CROOKED KINGDOM di Leigh Bardugo

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When you can’t beat the odds, change the game.

Kaz Brekker and his crew have just pulled off a heist so daring even they didn’t think they’d survive. But instead of divvying up a fat reward, they’re right back to fighting for their lives. Double-crossed and badly weakened, the crew is low on resources, allies, and hope. As powerful forces from around the world descend on Ketterdam to root out the secrets of the dangerous drug known as jurda parem, old rivals and new enemies emerge to challenge Kaz’s cunning and test the team’s fragile loyalties. A war will be waged on the city’s dark and twisting streets―a battle for revenge and redemption that will decide the fate of the Grisha world.