Välj min helgläsning!

Jag har tre alternativ.

Ja alltså jag har ju säkert tre HUNDRA alternativ, men jag har tre som jag är mest sugen på för tillfället.

Ni får se inledningarna och bestämma utifrån det, okej?

A:

"What the devil were you thinking, to move him?" The surgeon stank of blood. In the meager candlelight allotted to this section of the makeshift hospital, he was all crags and shadows, and slick to the elbows with the life of other men. 

B:

Almost every night, between nine and ten past, Lainie Graham passionately kissed her ex-boyfriend. She was then gruesomely dead by ten o'clock, stabbed through the neck by a jealous rival. If she was scheduled to perform in the weekend matinee, that was a minimum of six uncomfortable kisses a week. 

C:

As she woke up in the pod, she remembered three things. First, she was travelling through open space. Second, she was about to start a new job, one she could not screw up. Third, she had bribed a government official into giving her a new identity file. None of this information was new, but it wasn't pleasant to wake up to.

Vad tycks? Jag behöver veta ikväll, tack.