So this week, having finished A Tale of Two Cities:
Because Gone Girl is (apparently) going to be told in alternating chapters from the point of view of discontented spouses Nick and Amy, rather than do a single two-sentence teaser, I thought I’d give them one sentence each. So here goes!
Tra and la! I am smiling a big adopted orphan smile as I write this.
I swung wide the door of my bar, slipped into the darkness, and took my first real deep breath of the day, took in the smell of cigarettes and beer, the spice of a dribbled bourbon, the tang of old popcorn.
Well, okay, I gave Amy two sentences and Nick one. But Amy’s were short. Hmm, she seems a lot happier than Nick does. I wonder why …
Although I have yet to see the “Gone Girl” film (I wanted to read the book first), I seem to find myself picturing Nick as Ben Affleck and Amy as Rosamund Pike. Ah, the power of Hollywood marketing. Hey, Hollywood! Hire Jena Malone to play Ambrosia in the film version of Shards, please!
Bernard said, “Maybe they think if they inhale their leader’s smoke**, they’ll inherit some of his strength.”
“Perhaps.” The Rittandic made a noise like a couple of railroad spikes being scraped together; Bernard interpreted it as a snort of derision. “That is not the way inheritance works, but I suppose that sort of animistic mysticism is to be expected from wild mountain Pelts.”
* Me, at the end of A Tale of Two Cities: “Oh, so THIS is what that line is from!”
** Somebody is being burned on a pyre, not having a cigarette break.