Endelig er det søndag igjen. Den dagen man kan gå inn på bloggen Flukten fra virkeligheten og lese smakebiter fra bøkene andre bokbloggere leser. Den dagen man kan tilbringe usaklig mange timer med å surfe på nettet. Og den dagen man kan gjøre akkurat som man vil (nesten).
Min smakebit idag kommer fra The Casual Vacancy av J. K. Rowling. Denne boken har jeg hatt lyst å lese siden den ble utgitt, men det har liksom bare aldri blitt til. Når jeg derimot kom over boken på et loppemarked forrige lørdag, og fikk med meg den og fem andre bøker for 40 kroner, var jeg ikke vanskelig å be. Det gikk ikke mange dagene før jeg kastet meg over den kan du si.
Gavin breathed carefully in and out, in and out, trying not to listen, and wondering what on earth his own brother would find to say about him under the same cicumstances. He had not had Barry’s luck; his romantic life did not make a pretty story. He had never walked into a pub and found the perfect wife standing there, blonde, smiling and ready to serve him a pint. No, he had had Lisa, who had never seemed to think him up to scratch; seven years of escalating warfare had culminated in a dose of the clap; and then, with barely a break, there had been Kay, clinging to him like an aggressive and threatening barnacle.
But, all the same, he would ring her later, because he didn’t think he would be able to stand going back to his empty cottage after this. He would be honest, and tell her how horrible and stressful the funeral had been, and that he wished she had come with him. That would surely deflect any lingering umbrage about their row. He did not want to be alone tonight.