Here’s the opening to my current read:
In my dream, the girl was drifting, far, far below the crashing waves and the cries of the gulls in the cold, sunless depths of the North Sea. Her laughing eyes were white and bloated with salt water; her pale skin was wrinkled; her clothes ripped by jagged rocks and disintegrating into rags.
I’ve had this one on my shelf for quite some time now. It was my BOTM selection ages ago. Ugh. Why do I get these great books and then let them just sit there?! Ridiculous! I’m definitely looking forward to digging in further to this one!!