Grab your current read and let it fall open to a random page. Post two (or more) sentences from that page, along with the title and author. Don’t give anything vital away!
“‘Of course, sir,’ said the woman meekly, with another look at Fever. She carried her bags through into a kitchen which opened off at the conservatory’s farther end, and the children went after her with the baskets, Fern saying loudly, ‘…and I want all my hair cut off, because it gives you pastarites…’”
-p. 46 of Philip Reeve’s Fever Crumb