I am not participating in the Top Ten on Tuesday meme this week hosted by Broke and Bookish. I ended up catching my daughter's illness late last week and, while I am feeling better, I am still struggling to regain my energy. As a result, I have not been able to keep up with responding to comments, visiting other blogs, or do much blog writing myself.
We did have a nice Easter for the most part. It's not a particularly big holiday in our household, to be honest. We aren't churchgoers. and it's too short a weekend to travel to visit extended family. As a result, it was just the three of us and the cats. Even so, the Easter Bunny did drop baskets off at our house, one for each of us. We also had an Easter egg hunt. Mouse loves searching for eggs--more so than knowing what's inside them. She may have opened a handful yesterday, but otherwise the eggs are still sitting in her basket untouched.
While sick (because I am not a sickbed reader as much as I wish I could be), I watched The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, which I enjoyed quite a bit, much to my surprise. It's silly, but funny with a premise you wouldn't think would make good comedy. With Tina Fey involved though, anything's possible. I also watched a couple of Lost Girl first season episodes, a Canadian show I hadn't really known much about before reading the description on Netflix--I'm already hooked.
What are you reading at the moment? Is it anything you would recommend?
Every Tuesday Diane from Bibliophile By the Sea hosts
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros, where
participants share the first paragraph (or a few) of a
book they are reading or thinking about reading soon.
I thought today I would share the opening of the book I am currently reading, Diamond Head by Cecily Wong. The novel is set over a span several decades, told from the perspective of several different characters.
Inside the car, it smells like hibiscus. It was his mother's idea; something subtle, she told him, but fresh. Something alive. As the man pulls from his driveway he is grateful, just this once, for his mother's meddling. He breathes in. Already, the sweet smell is working on his nerves.
Would you continue reading?
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