TUESDAY POTPOURRI: INTROS/TEASERS – THE LANGUAGE OF SISTERS – AUGUST 21

Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, from Tuesday/First Chapter/Intros, hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea; and Teaser Tuesdays hosted by Should Be Reading.

Just grab your book and share the opening lines; then find another excerpt that “teases” the reader.

My featured book today is The Language of Sisters (e-book), by Amy Hatvany.

Description:  Ten years ago, Nicole Hunter left her troubled home behind her, unable to cope with the demands of a life with her disabled sister, Jenny. Though her search for happiness—both in career and in love—has fallen short of her dreams, Nicole pretends that all is well. Then a shattering event turns her world upside down, and suddenly, she is back in her hometown, caring for her pregnant sister and trying to heal her embattled relationship with her mother.

Reunited with her family and forced to confront the guilt that haunts her, Nicole finally has the chance to be the sister she always wished she’d been. And when she is faced with the most difficult choice of her life, Nicole rediscovers the beauty of sisterhood—and receives a special gift that will change her life forever.

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Prologue:  I was at work when it happened.  I had just finished folding pungent wild blueberries into the creamy muffin batter, thinking how the brilliant purple streaks that trailed each berry stood out like a bruise against white skin.  I was about to fill the greased-and-readied pan when something stopped me.  Something tangible, like the thump of a fist against my chest—I felt it.  I felt my sister’s voice for the first time in years, the way I used to feel it when we were children, coursing through me like my own blood, hearing her thoughts the way no one else could.  Can you hear a whisper in your heart?  Across the miles, the years, through callused layers of resentment and anger and pain, can a voice as familiar to you as your own slice through it all and find you?  Help, she said softly, and the muffin tin fell from my grasp and landed with a clatter on the concrete floor.

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Teaser:  It had been a decade since I’d seen my sister, since the day I walked out of the Wellman Institute, leaving her in the care of people she did not know, did not love or trust. (1%).

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Would you keep reading?  I know I’m eager to continue…and also want to see what the rest of you are sharing.