Each Tuesday, Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea shares the first part of a book that she is reading or thinking about reading. This week I'm sharing the paragraphs that make up the prologue to The Space Between Us by Thrity Umrigar. The Space Between Us was published in 2006 and I've owned the ARC of the book since 2005. I've heard nothing but great things about this novel, so it's high time I give it a try. I started reading the book last Thursday and I'm looking forward to spending the day, curled up on my couch, reading while the snow falls. Yes, we got a snow day, thanks to the blizzard conditions outside!! I can't remember the last time I got to stay home and do nothing but read! :)
The thin woman in the green sari stood on the slippery rocks and gazed at the dark waters around her. The warm wind loosened strands of her scanty hair, pulling them out of her bun. Behind her, the sounds of the city were muted, shushed into silence by the steady lapping of the water around her bare feet. Other than the crabs that she heard and felt scuttling around the rocks, she was all alone here--alone with the murmuring sea and the distant moon, stretched thin as a smile in the nighttime sky. Even her hands were empty, now that she had unclenched them and released her helium-filled cargo, watching until the last of the balloons had been swallowed up in the Bombay night. Her hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with its meat scooped out.
Balancing gingerly on the rocks, feeling the rising water tonguing her feet, the woman raised her face to the inky sky for an answer. Behind her was the lost city of a life that at this very moment, felt fictitious, and unreal. Ahead of her was the barely visible seam where the sea met the sky. She could scramble over these rocks, climb over the cement wall, and reenter the world; partake again in the mad, throbbing, erratic pulse of the city. Or she could walk into the waiting sea, let it seduce her, overwhelm her with its intimate whisperings.
She looked to the sky again, searching for an answer. But the only thing she could hear was the habitual beating of her own dutiful heart...
I've read close to 100 pages and am thoroughly enjoying this book. At this point, I have no idea which character the prologue is referring to.
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