Book Beginnings on Fridays
Book Beginnings on Fridays is a meme hosted at Rose City Reader where you share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading, along with your initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires. Please remember to include the title of the book and the author’s name.
This was first brought to my attention by http://inspirationpie.com/.
Stacy is currently reading:
(I know that it is supposed to only be the first sentence or two, but me, always a bit of a rebel, always does the first paragraph…. just puttin’ my own spin on it I guess, LOL):
Do Not Ask by Elaine Williams Crockett
“Where the lane to Blackhall skirts the house and the borders of flowers fall away, the locust, lilacs, and crepe myrtle paths lead to the high cliff, where I will hold my precious babies in my arms and plunge into the seas.
My name is Josephine, John Rideout is my husband, and Blackhall is our home. The year I met my John was 1773 and John’s situation was precarious. Before the Revolutionary War, John was the Secretary to the British Governor of Maryland, but when the War began and the Governor was ousted, John lost his position of power and influence and became someone whose political views were under suspicion. Despite his situation, I fell in love with John. He was a wildly handsome man, powerful and strong, thick black hair, steely blue eyes, and he had inherited the olive skin the Rideout men are known for. I was a shy, plain woman but the heiress of a well- respected family, and I see now that I was John’s way back to prominence.”
I read the first book, “Do Not Assume” (to which this is a sequel) a year ago and liked it very much. I liked the way Ms. Crockett wrote and the story. So when she contacted us if we would be interested in reading this second one, I was thrilled! I enjoying it just as much as I did the first…. I stay up late into the night, cause “I just got to find out what happens next…. sleep after the next chapter….” Can’t wait to see how this turns out.
Original Destination by J. Yates
“Lilly pushed open the large doors to Chalmers Hospital and entered the long, brightly painted, clinical smelling reception area. Aislin and Maggie followed closely behind her, carrying a bag containing clean pyjamas and a bunch of grapes.
Maggie felt slightly overwhelmed to be back in the hospital again; she thought about the last time she was there after the boat accident and how she had woken up to discover how she had lost everything. She swayed slightly and lent against a doorway. Lilly caught hold of her arm and supported her.”
This book is the third in the “Paradox Child” series, and the series was a great disappointment to me. I was really looking forward to reading it as it is labelled as “Steampunk”. It is geared towards children, but seems more of a primer into introductory witchcraft. I feel like I was deceived. I will finish, but I won’t pursue any more of this series. The only reason I have read this many was because (unfortunately) I had obligated myself to the author thinking it was what I had hoped. : /
Daisy’s Book Beginnings Friday:
Do Not Assume by Elaine Williams Crockett
“The assassin, dressed in black, sat in the twelfth seat back of the 76 bus, riding up Massachusetts Avenue, on his way to Davis Rideout’s compound.”
“I think that this is a very good beginning. It hooks your attention at the very second word, and it has that perfect touch of foreshadowing that captivates you and holds your attention as you read further. An assassin? Did he already kill somebody? Is he going to kill Davis Rideout? Does he work with Davis Rideout? It makes you ask questions, and the only way to get answers is to continue reading. I like that.”
– From “Do Not Assume”, by Elaine Williams Crockett
The Mountain by Charles G. Thompson
“My name is Chuck Thompson. I am retired, have been married 45 years, and I am the father of 3 wonderful children. I am a grandfather to one special grandson – Damien.”
“This does not only tell you a little about who the author is, but it reveals other things about him as well. It shows you that he is a family man, loves them, and is proud of them. He feels his family is important enough to put first, before going on about himself. And the beginning not only tells you about the author, but also about the book. It shows you that the book is a memoir, and that it is straight-forward and to-the-point. It may not be the most captivating beginning, but it is revealing none the less.”
– From “The Mountain”, by Charles G. Thompson
The Friday 56
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that’s ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don’t spoil it)
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url.
*It’s that simple.
Stacy’s Friday 56:
Since I don’t like to do one I will read (and spoil something for myself), and I already covered the books I am presently reading, I like to switch it up, and go in order on my bookshelf of one I have already read… so this is always kind of a throwback reminisce. : )
My particular passion is old books, so many will reflect that… so next in line is:
The Story of a Bad Boy by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (published 1928)(my version)
“Jack Harris was right when he said Conway would give me no rest until I fought him. I felt it was ordained ages before our birth that we should meet on this planet and fight. With the view of not running counter to destiny, I quietly prepared myself for the impending conflict. The scene of my dramatic triumphs was turned into a gymnasium for this purpose, though I did not openly avow the fact to the boys. By persistently standing on my head, raising heavy weights, and going hand over hand up a ladder, I developed my muscle until my little body was tough as a hickory knot and as supple as tripe. I also took occasional lessons in the noble art of self- defense, under the tuition of Phil Adams.
I brooded over the matter until the idea of fighting Conway became a part of me. I fought him in imagination during school hours; I dreamed of fighting with him at night, when he would suddenly expand into a giant twelve feet high, and then as suddenly shrink into a pygmy so small that I couldn’t hit him. In this latter shape he would get into my hair, or pop into my waistcoat pocket, treating me with as little ceremony as the Lilliputians showed Captain Lemuel Gulliver– all of which was not pleasant, to be sure.”
I found this book very entertaining and hilarious… I was frequently laughing out loud at the Huckleberry Finn-esque type antics. I am fortunate to have this copy, as I am pretty sure it would be difficult to try to find. Perhaps reprints can be found on Amazon or for download on Gutenberg Project. (Lol….*note* when I went to find a picture of the cover on Amazon, this is what was wrote about the author… none of which I had known before! No wonder the story seems very “Huck Finn-like”!):
“About the Author
– From “And Poe Said”, by Rene Elda Bard