Buongiorno!
Oggi vi posto un estratto di uno dei libri che abbiamo proposto per la 2017 Book Challenge 🙂
Il libro è particolare, ma mi sta prendendo tantissimo, spero di incuriosirvi un po’ e spingervi a provarlo, così poi possiamo parlarne!
Climbing the trellis under Wavy’s window felt like shenanigans, but as soon as I knocked on the sash, I realized I was too drunk and being stupid. I shouldn’t have been riding, let alone climbing up to her window.
I woulda gone back down, but Wavy opened the window before I could. I guess she’d heard the bike coming up the road. I crawled over the sill and managed to scramble into her room without busting my ass. She closed the window and stood there like a ghost in her nightgown. Waiting for me to say something. Well, yeah, since I just crawled in her bedroom window in the middle of the night.
“I brought you a present,” I said.
“Not Christmas yet.”
“No, not Christmas. It’s a—a birthday present.”
“July.”
“I know your birthday’s in July. I just—I don’t—I’m a little drunk. It’s actually my birthday. I brought you a present for my birthday.”
“Today?”
“Yeah, today’s my birthday. Well, yesterday. I think it’s past midnight already.”
Her teeth flashed in the dark and she took hold of my hand, pulled me toward the bed. It was the only place for me to sit down, but that spooked me. Made me think about climbing through that other girl’s window to get in bed with her.
“No, sweetheart. I just came to bring you a present.”
I’d carried it tucked flat into the back of my waistband, but when I pulled it out, I dropped it on the floor. Before I could pick it up, she pulled me another step toward the bed.
“Cold,” she said.
“Yeah, you need to get back in bed. I let all the cold in opening the window.”
“You.”
I was cold. When Wavy held the covers open for me, I sat down on the edge of the bed. I shrugged outta my motorcycle jacket and kicked off my boots. Left my jeans, belt, and shirt on. Drunk as I was, that seemed okay. She was in her nightgown, but I was still dressed.
Getting under the covers was easy enough. I fluffed the quilts and tucked them around both of us, since my arms were long enough to arrange it all. She huddled up along my side, shivering, and rubbed her feet against my leg trying to warm up.PART 2 – 1 (Kellen)  – ALL THE UGLY AND WONDERFUL THINGS di Bryn Greenwood
