Selv om det ikke er tid til mye lesing denne travle helgen (jeg underviser i magedans for nybegynnere), så vil jeg allikevel gi en liten smakebit fra ei av bøkene jeg leser nå. Jeg har omsider somlet meg til å plukke opp Wuthering Heights, som har stått alt for lenge i bokhylla:
«The snow began to drive thickly. I seized the handle to essay another trial; when a young man without coat, and shouldering a pitchfork, appeared in the yard behind. He hailed me to follow him, and, after marching through a wash-house, and a paved area containing a coal-shed, pump, and pigeon-cot, we at length arrived in the huge, warm, cheerful apartment where I was formerly received. It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense fire, compounded of coal, peat, and wood; and near the table, laid for a plentiful evening meal, I was pleased to observe the ‘missis,’ an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected. I bowed and waited, thinking she would bid me take a seat. She looked at me, leaning back in her chair, and remained motionless and mute.»
– s. 6
Oversikt over flere smakebiter finner dere hos Ladybug.