Dem Titel kann man doch nur schwer widerstehen, also schnappe ich mir direkt das Stöckchen vom female nerd.
Drei Sätze aus dem Buch, was ich gerade lese (Silver on the Tree von Susan Cooper), auf Seite 123, ab Satz fünf:
Jane shrieked, and then Simon was past her in a flurry of arms and legs, clutching at Lewis, crying out as the toe of one heavy boot met his own shin. Simon was never quite sure precisely what happened then. Fighting to drag Caradog Lewis away from John Rowlands’ inert form, he found himself suddenly thrust down towards the sea in Lewis’ grip, quite unable to resist.
