Den norska bokbloggaren “Flukten fra virkeligheten” har varje söndag en rolig liten utmaning där man ska skriva ner en liten smakbit av boken man läser för tillfället. Just nu läser jag bland annat ”The Evolution of Mara Dyer” av Michelle Hodkin.
Mara Dyer once believed she could run from her past.
She used to think her problems were all in her head.
She couldn’t imagine that after everything she’s been through, the boy she loves would still be keeping secrets.
”Where is everyone?” he asked evenly.
I pushed Stephanie’s words away. ”Mom’s in the kitchen,” I said. ”And Daniel and Joseph went go go watch someone remove an alligator from a pool.”
Noah’s brows rose above the dark lenses.
He sighed. ”I suppose I’m going to have to wait.”
Noah glanced at the kitchen. Not a peep from my mother. He shook his head. ”Fuck it.” He reached into his back pocket and handed me a piece of paper.
No. Not a piece of paper. A picture. A faded color photograph of two girls; one blond and vibrant, wearing Noah’s half-smile, and the other—
”Holy shit,” I whispered.
The other was my grandmother.