Gerade bei Älis gefunden und die hat es wiederum von Dagbok und da wurde es wiederum von Charming Quark importiert .. etc. ... etc. ...

Blogvirus

1. grab the nearest book.
2. open the book to page 23.
3. find the fifth sentence.
4. post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

"The forehead was large."

(Monica Ali, "Brick Lane", 2003)

Ohje, hoffentlich habe ich jetzt nicht etwas falsch verstanden, oder hab dem Virus vorgegriffen, aber ich konnte einfach nicht widerstehen ...

Und tatsächlich hat es meine Aufmerksamkeit auf den Absatz gelenkt, aus dem dieser 5. Satz auf Seite 23 von Brick Lane stammt, und der es durchaus wert ist hier zitiert zu werden:

"She is an unspoilt girl. From the village."
She had got up one night to fetch a glass of water. It was one week since they were married. She had gone to bed and he was still up, talking on the telephone as she stood outside the door.
"No", said Chanu. "I would not say so. Not beautiful. but not ugly either. The face is too broad, big forehead. Eyes are a bit close together."
Nazneen put her hand up to her head. It was true. The forehead was large. But she had never thought of her eyes being too close.
"Not tall. Not short. Around five foot two. Hips are a bit narrow but wide enough, I think, to carry children. All things considered, I am satisfied. Perhaps when she gets older she'll grow a beard on her chin but now she is only eighteen. And a blind uncle is better than no uncle. I waited too long to get a wife."
Narrow hips! You could wish for such a fault, Nazneen said to herself, thinking of the rolls of fat that hung low from Chanu's stomach. It would be possible to tuck all your hundred pens and pencils under those rolls and keep them safe and tight. You could stuff a book or two up there as well. If your spindle legs could take the weight.

Chanu went on talking, but Nazneen crept away, back to bed. A blind uncle is better than no uncle. Her husband had a proverb for everything. Any wife is better than no wife. Something is better than nothing. What had she imagined? That he was in love with her? That he was grateful because she, young and graceful, had accepted him? That in sacrificing herself to him, she was owed something? Yes. Yes. She realized in a stinging rush she had imagined all these things. Such a foolish girl. Such high notions. What self-regard.

(Monica Ali, "Brick Lane", 2003)

Ein wunderbares Buch.