Yesterday my daughter and I enjoyed the Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday while my poor husband spent the day in his office, slaving away. You would think with such good weather, we would have spent some of our time outdoors. Instead we made it a pajama day. Mouse slept in allowing me some unexpected reading time. I finally am making progress in Isabelle Allende's Ripper. It's my first book by the author, and I have to say I am surprised. It's not at all what I expected given the way everyone talks about Allende's writing. I am a bit disappointed. That isn't to say I am not enjoying the book. Once I finally had time to settle into it, I do like it. It just took awhile. Hopefully it will continue to get better. I will be reviewing the book for a book tour this next month.
I hope to finish Ripper in the next day or two and then will begin reading Winter's Tale by Mark Helprin, which comes highly recommended. Hopefully I will be able to finish it in time for the movie release.
What are you reading at the moment? Is it something 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.
Set in 1944, this particular book features a murder and a missing bird. The protagonist is a retired private investigator with a keen sense for deduction. The opening paragraph of Michael Chabon's The Final Solution: A Story of Detection:
A boy with a parrot on his shoulder was walking along the railway tracks. His gait was dreamy and he swung a daisy as he went. With each step the boy dragged his toes in the rain bed, as if measuring out his journey with the careful ruled marks of his shoetops in the gravel. It was midsummer, and there was something about the black hair and pale face of the boy against the green unfurling flag of the downs beyond, the rolling white eye of the daisy, the knobby knees in their short paints, the self-important air of the handsome gray parrot with its savage red tail feather, that charmed the old man as he watched them go by. Charmed him, or aroused his sense--a faculty at one time renowned throughout Europe--of promising anomaly.Would you continue reading?
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