I have a super fun treat for you guys today. As some of you may know I really enjoy the Time-Traveling Fashionista series. I may not be anyway close to a fashionista, but I do love traveling back in time. The newest book in this series by Bianca Turetsky came out yesterday, this ones sounds particularly interesting because it takes place in Egypt, The Time-Traveling Fashionista and Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile. I always wished we could study more about Egypt in school, it's such a different place and period. Her first book was set on The Unsinkable Titanic and the second was in the Palace with Marie Antoinette. These books have the most gorgeous illustrations to go along with the story so you can see exactly what everyone is wearing. This are fun novels and I highly recommend that you check them out. So now, without further ado, I bring you an excerpt from book #3...
When Louise left the bedchamber and entered the covered arcade to deliver the mammoth scroll to Cleopatra, the first thing that hit her was the intense heat. It felt as if she were baking in an oven. It had to be over a hundred degrees! Way over, she thought, wiping a torrent of sweat already running down her face. She glanced down and discovered the back of her hand was covered with smudged red rouge and greasy black eyeliner. She didn’t even want to know what Charmian’s makeup was looking like right now. The air wasn’t like Connecticut in August, though. It was a dry heat, with no humidity, like being in a sauna…or a desert. No humidity means no frizzies!Louise thought, instinctively reaching up to her head and accidentally pulling off a bob-length wig. Wait, where was her hair? She dropped the scroll on the floor and frantically felt the top of her prickly head, which was shaved close to the scalp. Charmian was bald! Startled, Louise quickly put the dark braided wig back in place and nervously looked around to see if anyone had seen her gaffe. Luckily, no one had. She tried to check out her reflection in the polished marble wall and could barely make out a blurry version of her familiar face under a wig that was completely askew. She hastily adjusted her way-off-center part, picked up the scroll, and kept walking. If she was with Cleopatra, then she was probably in Egypt, Louise deduced, halfway around the world and a few thousand years from her real life. Whoa. It was an exhilarating and terrifying realization. She had definitely never been this far from home before. (p. 69-70)
When Louise left the bedchamber and entered the covered arcade to deliver the mammoth scroll to Cleopatra, the first thing that hit her was the intense heat. It felt as if she were baking in an oven. It had to be over a hundred degrees! Way over, she thought, wiping a torrent of sweat already running down her face. She glanced down and discovered the back of her hand was covered with smudged red rouge and greasy black eyeliner. She didn’t even want to know what Charmian’s makeup was looking like right now. The air wasn’t like Connecticut in August, though. It was a dry heat, with no humidity, like being in a sauna…or a desert. No humidity means no frizzies!Louise thought, instinctively reaching up to her head and accidentally pulling off a bob-length wig. Wait, where was her hair? She dropped the scroll on the floor and frantically felt the top of her prickly head, which was shaved close to the scalp. Charmian was bald! Startled, Louise quickly put the dark braided wig back in place and nervously looked around to see if anyone had seen her gaffe. Luckily, no one had. She tried to check out her reflection in the polished marble wall and could barely make out a blurry version of her familiar face under a wig that was completely askew. She hastily adjusted her way-off-center part, picked up the scroll, and kept walking. If she was with Cleopatra, then she was probably in Egypt, Louise deduced, halfway around the world and a few thousand years from her real life. Whoa. It was an exhilarating and terrifying realization. She had definitely never been this far from home before. (p. 69-70)
Bianca Turetsky is the author of the stylish Time-Traveling Fashionista series, which has been translated into nine languages. After graduating from Tufts University, Bianca began working for artist/filmmaker Julian Schnabel. She managed his studio for the past 11 years and was his assistant on the Academy Award-nominated film The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. She lives in a cozy studio apartment in Brooklyn, New York, that houses her very extensive and much-loved vintage collection.
Visit her website: http://timetravelingfashionista.com/
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