Rose City Reader, is hosting Book beginnings on Fridays.
Please join me every Friday to 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.
Freda’s voice is hosting Friday 56 and the rules are:
*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.
My book this week is One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I think it is a great beginning.
"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."
"In that discomfort, breathing quicklime and tar, no one could see very well how from the bowels of the earth there was rising not only the largest house in the town, but the most hospitable and cool house that had ever existed in the region of the swamp."
Still reading this book. The pages are very dense, hardly without any space at all and it takes time. The story is sort of magical.