So I'm going to go ahead and date this for yesterday, because I forgot to post. That's what I get for taking a break.
Happy Wednesday! On the 2nd Wednesday of the month, I share what I am currently reading and provide a line or few from a randomly chosen page. This week, I am reading Roshani Chokshi's The Star-Touched Queen.
I've never read Indian mythology or folklore, so because this book is "steeped with" it, as the blurb says, this is a whole new world for me. But so far, I'm liking what I'm reading. Here is the premise:
"Maya is cursed. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of death and destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father’s kingdom. Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran’s queen, she finds her voice and power. As Amar’s wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Protection. Desire…
But Akaran has its own secrets—thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most…including herself."
Even this didn't give anything away for me, because in the first 60 pages a lot happens! It's an intense start with a lot of great imagery. I have one big suspicion that I'm going to hold on to. If it doesn't happen, I'll be pleasantly surprised.
I am 92 pages into the book, and because I don't want to spoil anything for myself, I will let Random.org generate up to page 93. It chose page 72, so let me share a line from there.
The inhabitants of the Otherworld moved airily through the Night Bazaar, sidestepping dancing conch shells and examining iridescent fruits. With their long limbs, stark cheekbones and symmetrical features, they were too perfect to be mistaken as human.
That last line creeps me out a little. It gives me the feeling that they look human but eerily too human. It reminds me of a scene from The Haunting where the main character is trapped in a room of mirrors, and the first one she looks in, her reflection is almost her but not, and then it smiled, and I died.
What are you reading this week?