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Sunday Salon

Goodness, what a week it’s been! Yesterday, of course, we were snowed in, with about two feet of snow here yesterday. Somehow, today, I got roped in to shoveling snow, so that’s where I’ve been all morning. My first question wasn’t: so how am I going to get out of the garage in order to get to work? More: how is the mail delivery guy going to get up the driveway in order to deliver packages? LOL.

It’s hard to believe the holdays are upon us! I’m not nearly done with my Christmas shopping yet. I’ve done a bit of it online, as I hate brick-and-mortar shopping around this time of year.

In terms of reading, here’s what I’ve completed:
An advance copy of Sadie Jones’s forthcoming novel, Small Wars. Good, but maybe not 100% my style.

Saplings, by Noel Streatfeild. A coming-of-age novel set during WWII.

Little Bird of Heaven, by Joyce Carol Oates. Stunning, and wuite possibly one of the best books I’ve read all year. I really don’t know how Joyce Carol Oates keeps turning out excellent fiction at the rate she’s going at.

Then this morning, I started Prima Donna, by Megan Chance. A New York opera singer murders her manager, and escapes to Seattle, in the 1870s. How’s this for a first line?:

“Behind me, I heard his gurgling, choking breath, the sound of him choking on his own blood, and then, suddenly, it stopped altogether.”

I do think that the first line of a novel can make or break the book. The first line of a book is the first impression the reader gets of it, so I think the first sentence of a book should always be arresting enough to keep the reader going. What do you think?


Anonymous said…
That's an amazingly strong first line! I'm intrigued.

I hope your Christmas shopping goes well!
Danielle said…
We got snow here in the midwest a couple of weeks ago (still have much of it, too, as it's not melted too much), but not as much you you did! Sorry about all that shoveling--snow is much heavier than it appears, isn't it. I want to read Sadie Jones's book and am looking forward to it. I also have Saplings, too. That's a great first line by the way--I'd want to keep reading, too.
readerbuzz said…
Yes, an author better grab me right away or I'm outta there!
Serena said…
you have been busy. have a great week.
judy said…
Christmas is fine but it does interfere with our reading, no? I finished three last week: The Christmas Cookie Murder, by Livia J Washburn, a frothy cosy of a mystery read for a reading group, but it has good recipes! I read To Siberia, by Per Petterson for another reading group. It was powerful because it was Petterson but did not quite measure up to his astonishing Out Stealing Horses.
Then I impressed myself by reading Desert by J M G LeClezio, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2008. It was so good, it just killed me. Historical fiction for sure but set in North Africa.

I was interested to read about the book on King Alfred, because I am now in the middle of Below the Salt, by Thomas B Costain, which covers the Saxons vs the Normans in the 12th century.

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