First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros #3
Diane over at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts this meme.
This week I am sharing the intro from a review book I’m reading, The Prophet by Ethan Cross.
Francis Ackerman Jr. stared out the window of the dark copper and white bungalow on Macarthur Boulevard. Across the street, a green sign with yellow letters read Mosswood Playground – Oakland Recreation Department. Children laughed and played while mothers and fathers pushed swings and sat on benches reading paperback novels or fiddling with cell phones. He had never experienced such things as a child. The only games his father had ever played were the kind that scarred the body and soul. The young Ackerman had never been nurtured; he had never been loved. But he had come to accept that. He had found purpose and meaning born from the pain and chaos that had consumed his life.
So I just started this book for a blog tour that I have scheduled in November – and I’m hooked! I’m about 100 pages into it and loving it – but it’s not for the faint of heart, it’s gruesome and I’m not even that far along in reading it – but that’s not stopping me! (I think becoming a mom has made me feel differently about graphic books because that never bothered me in the past.)