When I found myself flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling with the edge of a stair jutting into my shoulder blades, a premonition told me that the week was about to be shot to hell, but I never expected to end up embroiled in the middle of a murder case.
My parent's Ford wagon hit a concrete divider on U.S. 95 outside Biddeford,Maine,in August 1990.They'd driven that stretch of highway for maybe thirty years,on the way to Long Lake.
Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, "That afternoon when I met so-and-so . . . was the very best afternoon of my life and also the very worst afternoon."
"Just coffe, please. A decaf expresso." I wasn't going to spend unnecessary calories on this encounter. Nor was I going to risk losing sleep.
"I'll have the tiramisu," said my companion - I use the term reluctantly. I should have guessed that this sallow, twitching guy with a frayed collar & happy-face tie would order tiramisu in a deli.
"I don't know what it was that made me abandon my usual path to work on that particular October Tuesday. The morning had dawned misty and gray --my favorite kind-- and it made me groan all the more about heading into the grim Collections job I had desperately come to dread."
Well that depends on which book I read first now! I just stopped by Barnes & Noble tonight.
If I read S L Viehl's Rebel Ice first, the opening sentence is: "When the healer came to my world, I felt pity for her. I wept for her."
Memory In Death, the new J D Robb, has this as ITS opening sentence: "Death was not taking a holiday."
And last but not least, Robert Jordan's Knife Of Dreams starts out with: "The sun, climbing toward midmorning, stretched Galad's shadow and those of his three armored companions ahead of them as they trotted their mounts down the road that ran straight through the forest, dense with oak and leatherleaf, pine and sourgum, most showing the red of spring growth." (Yes, that is ONE SENTENCE. Wordy guy, isn't he? No wonder it takes him so long to write the books!)
Now the trouble is, which do I read FIRST????? (Guess I'll just have to check the ENDINGS..........)
The event that came to be known as The Pulse began at 3:03pm, eastern standard time, on the afternoon of October 1. The term was a misnomer, of course, but within ten hours of the event, most of the scientists capable of pointing this out were either dead or insane.
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Scent to Her Grave by India Ink:
When I found myself flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling with the edge of a stair jutting into my shoulder blades, a premonition told me that the week was about to be shot to hell, but I never expected to end up embroiled in the middle of a murder case.
Teri
The Memory of Running by Ron McLarty
My parent's Ford wagon hit a concrete divider on U.S. 95 outside Biddeford,Maine,in August 1990.They'd driven that stretch of highway for maybe thirty years,on the way to Long Lake.
~Jackie, BookCrossing Member & Warming Families Volunteer
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Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, "That afternoon when I met so-and-so . . . was the very best afternoon of my life and also the very worst afternoon."
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"Murder on the Gravy Train" by Phyllis Richman
"Just coffe, please. A decaf expresso." I wasn't going to spend unnecessary calories on this encounter. Nor was I going to risk losing sleep.
"I'll have the tiramisu," said my companion - I use the term reluctantly. I should have guessed that this sallow, twitching guy with a frayed collar & happy-face tie would order tiramisu in a deli.
Liz
Liz
"I don't know what it was that made me abandon my usual path to work on that particular October Tuesday. The morning had dawned misty and gray --my favorite kind-- and it made me groan all the more about heading into the grim Collections job I had desperately come to dread."
- "The Trouble With Magic" by Madelyn Alt
Donna
Well that depends on which book I read first now! I just stopped by Barnes & Noble tonight.
If I read S L Viehl's Rebel Ice first, the opening sentence is: "When the healer came to my world, I felt pity for her. I wept for her."
Memory In Death, the new J D Robb, has this as ITS opening sentence: "Death was not taking a holiday."
And last but not least, Robert Jordan's Knife Of Dreams starts out with: "The sun, climbing toward midmorning, stretched Galad's shadow and those of his three armored companions ahead of them as they trotted their mounts down the road that ran straight through the forest, dense with oak and leatherleaf, pine and sourgum, most showing the red of spring growth." (Yes, that is ONE SENTENCE. Wordy guy, isn't he? No wonder it takes him so long to write the books!)
Now the trouble is, which do I read FIRST????? (Guess I'll just have to check the ENDINGS..........)
The Cell - Stephen King
The event that came to be known as The Pulse began at 3:03pm, eastern standard time, on the afternoon of October 1. The term was a misnomer, of course, but within ten hours of the event, most of the scientists capable of pointing this out were either dead or insane.
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