Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading. Here's how it works..
- Grab your current read
- Open to a random page
- Share two "teaser" sentences from somewhere on that page.
- BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (Make sure what you share does not give too much away! You don't want to ruin the book for others!)
- Share the title & author too so other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
Okay. I know what you're probably thinking. A book about war?? Not for me. No way. Uh-uh. Now, now. Don't be hasty to dismiss this great read. I stumbled across Tom Clancy, a master - really - during the mid 80's as a young teen. (Ages ago, right? Ha!) I bought a collection of Clancy novels for my father for a Christmas gift, and a few months later, bored and looking for something to feed my voracious appetite for books, I decided to give old Tom a whirl. What could it hurt, I thought. Not my usual fare, but when you're hard up for a book, you'll take risks!
What I discovered between these bright red covers was a novel that captured me, spawning a lifelong Clancy fan. Really, I have a collection of about ten of the man's books. This one, I have read more than once, and that makes it a must for Tuesday Teaser. If you're ever feeling adventurous or wanting something 'different', take a chance on an epic read. The many characters and settings kept me turning pages until wee hours - and a teen-aged girl writing a book report on Red Storm Rising left my high school English teacher flabbergasted. Enough said. Here's the teasers....
Pg. 22 - 'Narod, they called it, a masculine noun that was nonetheless raped in every sense: the masses, the faceless collection of men and women who toiled every day in Moscow and throughout the nation in factories and on collective farms, their thought hidden behind unsmiling masks.
"We cannot purchase oil," a candidate member pointed out.
"Then we must take it."'
Pg. 382 - ' Iceland -
Edwards could make out the machine guns in the Hind's nose, some kind of rotary gun like the American mini-gun that spat out four-thousand rounds per minute. They wouldn't have a chance in hell against that.
"Turn, you son of a bitch," Mike said under his breath.
"Just relax. Don't move at all." Oh, God, don't let them see us now...'
Thanks for stopping by today! Happy reading!