This week my teaser is from The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver, page 57:
Mother is right about the city ending just south of where we live. It isn't South America, but the streets turn to dirt lanes and it's like a village, with families living in wattle huts around dirt courtyards, children squatting in the mud, mothers making fires to cook tortillas. Grandmothers sit on blankets weaving more blankets for other grandmothers to sit on. Between the houses, gardens of maize and beans.
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It's 1929, I'm 13 years old and live with my mother in a hacienda on Isla Pixol, an island jungle in Mexico. Read More!