TUESDAY TEASER

This thank you to Sarah of “Brainfluff” who first introduced me to “The Purple Booker” ‘s meme goes out on Tuesday, June 25th, a rainy day on the Texas Gulf Coast. At least with the thunderstorms and rain, the “feels like” temperatures are no longer 111degrees. “Feels like” temps factor in the humidity, for which we are notorious. A UK visitor to an author friend of mine stated, “Wow, I feel like I just stepped into a Turkish Steam Bath,” upon deplaning, walked across the tarmac, and upon being seated in her waiting car, he promptly fainted.

Today’s teaser is from You Can Do Anything by George Anders. The book explains the value (Yes, there is one.) of a Liberal Arts Degree in today’s techie world. He quotes C.P. Snow’s essay, “The Two Cultures” in chapter five as follows: “…Each group had a curious distorted image of the other based on dangerous misinterpretations. People who understood the Second Law of Thermodynamics had no idea what Shakespeare had to offer and vice versa.”  Anders goes on to suggest that we look for jobs based on our ability to “…present data to people who aren’t data people.” He cites the high demand for Plain English and continues, “That means explaining things simply and creating trust by making other people feel smart. ” (chapter 5)

TUESDAY TEASER

The blogger at Purple Blogger hosts the meme Tuesday Teaser.  The idea is to take the book you are now reading and at random, copy a couple of sentences that might tempt another person to read the same book. I am still reading The Distant Hours by Kate Morton, and here is where I left off:

(1939) “Percy didn’t go home. Neither did she go on to the village hall to assist with the arrangement of corned beef tins. Saffy (her sister) would later accuse  her of forgetting to collect an evacuee on purpose, of never having wanted one in the first place; but although there was an element of truth in the latter accusation, Percy’s failure had nothing to do with Saffy and everything to do with Mrs. Pott’s gossip. Besides, as she always reminded her twin, everything had worked out in the end…”

Three old maids live in their author-father’s ancestral home, a literal castle, during WWII when London children were evacuated to the country towns to be saved from the bombings in London. Meredith, the evacuee who eventually ended up with the three women and their senile father, is involved in mysteries and family secrets that are not unravelled and revealed  until 1992 by Meredith’s daughter, Edie.  This generational tale of eerie settings, Mud Monsters rising from the old moat, young romance, friendships and betrayal is written in the most artful style imaginable.  Little clues, dropped here and there like breadcrumbs for the reader to follow make unraveling the quirks of the characters and the family secrets a pleasure.

Please look at what you’re currently reading and leave a teaser from it in the Comments box. Please remember to give title and author, and no spoilers, please.