Buongiorno a tutti!
Il teaser di oggi è preso da un libro che ho scoperto per caso spulciando il web ed è una storiella semplice, ma davvero carina. Cosa succederebbe se i personaggi dei libri esistessero davvero e continuassero a vivere anche dopo che abbiamo richiuso la copertina? Cosa succederebbe se una ragazza del mondo reale scoprisse questa cosa e si innamorasse del protagonista della sua favola preferita?
Chi non si è mai messo a fantasticare su un personaggio desiderando che questo diventasse realtà?
Between the Lines prova a rispondere a queste domande e è una piacevole lettura per accompagnare un pomeriggio di relax.
“When ships don’t make it around the Cape of Passing Tides, we collect what’s left behind.” She picks up a diamond tiara. “You just never know when the stuff is going to come in handy.”
Kyrie dives into a pile of gleaming coins, sending them spinning in slow motion in the water. She emerges a moment later, holding a swath of indigo velvet. “I think this one will bring out her eyes,” she says, shaking out a gown with lace at the neckline and sleeves. Golden embroidery crisscrosses the bodice. It’s prettier than anything I’ve ever seen.
Ondine unlaces the back of the gown as Kyrie helps me out of my clothes. I step into the puddle of billowing fabric. The mermaids pull it up around me and tie me in tight. They swim back, examining me.
“What?” I say. “Is it awful?”
“There’s something missing…” Marina muses. She reaches into a wooden chest beside her and pulls out a rope of pearls, fastening it around my neck. “There. Perfect.”
“You think?” I ask shyly, and in response, they reach for my arms again and swim me out of the watery cave, up to the surface. I find myself balanced on the same rock where I’d been sitting earlier, crying.
I look at my reflection in the water. I’m stunning. If a little damp.
The mermaids bob in the waves, the sleek caps of their hair glistening in the sunlight. “This time,” Marina says, “that guy will never let you out of his sight.”
That’s what I’m hoping. I want to go home, but I want Oliver to come with me. Which means we both owe each other an apology.
I look at each of the mermaids in turn. “I can’t thank you enough,” I say.
They all sigh, or maybe that’s just the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks, because when I look back they’ve disappeared, and if not for the fact that I’m wearing a very pretty, very soggy gown, I would think I’ve imagined the whole thing.
I am halfway back to the castle when the ground beneath my feet starts rumbling. I look overhead, expecting a thunderstorm, but all I can see are the dangling bits and pieces of words. Suddenly, there is a cloud of rising dust and a distant whinny, and I can make out the figure of Oliver riding his horse at a breakneck pace in my direction.
When he sees me, he pulls back on the reins, and Socks rears, his front legs pawing at the air in front of him. Oliver dismounts and rushes toward me. Before I can even apologize, he grabs me and hugs me tight. “I’m so sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t thinking of how much you had to lose. Only of how much I had to gain.”
I hug him back. “I know. We’ll find a way to get me home. But you’re coming with me.”BETWEEN THE LINES (Between The Lines #1) di Jodi Picoult e Samantha van Leer
