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First Chapter, First Paragraph, April 17, 2018

First Chapter

Here’s the opening to my current read:

The Woman in Cabin 10

In my dream, the girl was drifting, far, far below the crashing waves and the cries of the gulls in the cold, sunless depths of the North Sea. Her laughing eyes were white and bloated with salt water; her pale skin was wrinkled; her clothes ripped by jagged rocks and disintegrating into rags.

I’ve had this one on my shelf for quite some time now. It was my BOTM selection ages ago. Ugh. Why do I get these great books and then let them just sit there?! Ridiculous! I’m definitely looking forward to digging in further to this one!!

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First Chapter, First Paragraph – April 10, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m sharing the first paragraph of my current read:

F is for Fugitive

The Ocean Street Motel in Floral Beach, California, is located, oddly enough, on Ocean Street, a stone’s throw from the sea wall that slants ten feet down toward the Pacific. The beach is a wide band of beige trampled with footprints that are smoothed away by the high tide every day. Public access is afforded by a set of concrete stairs with a metal rail. A wooden fishing pier, built out into the water, is anchored at the near end by the office of the Port Harbor Authority, which is painted a virulent blue.

Seventeen years ago, Jean Timberlake’s body had been found at the foot of the sea wall, but the spot wasn’t visible from where I stood. At the time, Bailey Fowler, an ex-boyfriend of hers, pleaded guilty to voluntary manslaughter. Now he’d changed his tune. Every violent death represents the climax of one story and an introduction to its sequel. My job was to figure out how to write the proper ending to the tale, not easy after so much time had elapsed.

I’m looking forward to jumping back in with Kinsey Millhone. And now I want to know what happened to Jean Timberlake 🙂

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First Chapter, First Paragraph – April 3, 2018

First Chapter

So this week I am featuring the April selection for Modern Mrs. Darcy’s book club:

Home Fire

Isma was going to miss her flight. The ticket wouldn’t be refunded, because the airline took no responsibility for passengers who arrived at the airport three hours ahead of the departure time and were escorted to an interrogation room.

Not going to lie …. that immediately caught my attention!! What about you?! Would you continue reading!?

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First Chapter/First Paragraph – March 27, 2018

Well, it’s been three years since I last participated in this … oops?! It even has a new home with Vicki at I’d Rather Be at the Beach ….

This week I’m featuring the intro to Barnes & Noble’s March Serial Reads selection:

Art in the Blood (Sherlock Holmes Adventures, #1)

My dear friend Sherlock Holmes once said, ‘Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.’ And so it was for him. In my numerous accounts of the adventures we shared, I have mentioned his violin playing, his acting – but his artistry went much deeper than that. I believe it was at the very root of his remarkable success as the world’s first consulting detective.

I have been loath to write in detail about Holmes’s artistic nature, lest it reveal a vulnerability in him that could place him in danger. It is well known that in exchange for visionary powers, artists often suffer with extreme sensitivity and violent changeability of temperament. A philosophical crisis, or simply the boredom of inactivity, could send Holmes spinning into a paralysed gloom from which I could not retrieve him.

It was in such a state that I discovered my friend in late November of 1888.

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros #27

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Diane over at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts this meme.

The Masque of a Murderer

Today I’m featuring a review book that I’m reading. 

“Let me tell you –!” Lucy Campion shouted, trying to make her voice heard against the rising wind. She scrambled onto the overturned barrel outside of Master Aubrey’s printer’s shop. “–Of a murder most absurd!”

I read and reviewed Susanna Calkins’ first Lucy Campion book, A Murder at Rosamund’s Gate a couple of years ago. I remember liking it quite a bit. Somewhere along the line, I missed the release of her second Lucy novel, From the Charred Remains. Bummer. But when I was contacted by Ms. Calkins for a potential review of this third book, I jumped on the opportunity. So far I’m about 35% into it and am really enjoying it. It releases mid-April, so look for my review around that time.

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros #26

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Baltimore Blues

Today I’m featuring a book that I’m reading. 

On the last night of August, Tess Monaghan went to the drugstore and bought a composition book – one with a black-and-white marble cover. She had done this every fall since she was six and saw no reason to change, despite the differences wrought by twenty-three years. Never mind that she had a computer with a memory capable of keeping anything she might want to record. Never mind that she had to go to Rite Aid because Weinstein’s Drugs had long ago been run into the ground by her grandfather. Never mind that she was no longer a student, no longer had a job, and summer’s end held little relevance for her. Tess believed in routines and rituals. So she bought a composition book for $1.69, took it home, and opened it to the first page, where she wrote:

Goals for Autumn:

1. Bench press 120 pounds
2. Run a 7-minute mile.
3. Read Don Quixote.
4. Find a job, etc.

Personally, this caught my attention immediately … what do you think?!

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros #25

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Diane over at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts this meme.

Dust and Shadow

Today I’m featuring a book that I’m currently reading. 

At first it seemed the Ripper affair had scarred my friend Sherlock Holmes as badly as it had the city of London itself. I would encounter him at the end of his nightlong vigils, lying upon the sofa with his violin at his feet and his hypodermic syringe fallen from long, listless fingers, neither anodyne having banished the specter of the man we had pursued for over two months. I fought as best I could for his health, but as a fellow sufferer I could do but little to dispel his horror at what had occurred, his petrifying fear that somehow, in some inhuman feat of genius, he could have done more than he did.

Sherlock Holmes vs. Jack the Ripper … yes, please! So far I’m really enjoying this book! It’s so atmospheric, I feel like I’m right there in Whitechapel with them!

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros #24

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Diane over at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts this meme.

port mortuary

Today I’m featuring a book that I just started reading. 

Inside the changing room for female staff, I toss soiled scrubs into a biohazard hamper and strip off the rest of my clothes and medical clogs. I wonder if Col. Scarpetta stenciled in black on my locker will be removed the minute I return to New England in the morning. The thought hadn’t entered my mind before now, and it bothers me. A part of me doesn’t want to leave this place.

A few years back I devoured this series pretty much back to back. Then I hit a wall where the books just didn’t do it for me anymore and I quit reading them. But the last couple of years I have tried to read at least one book from the series each year. I decided it was time to read another Kay Scarpetta book.

Personally I can’t tell much from this introduction, but I kept on reading, so it must have hooked me somewhere along the way…

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros #23

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Diane over at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts this meme.

Father of Fear

Today I’m featuring a book that I am currently reading for review. 

Donny Jeung considered removing his badge before sticking the hypodermic needle in his arm. It was a strange and fleeting thought. What difference did it make? He could take off the uniform and the badge and the gun, and he’d still be a cop. And he’d also still be a junkie. Such thoughts floated into the ether as he depressed the plunger and the heroin entered his veins. He leaned back against the toilet bowl, the porcelain cool on his back. Sounds and smells took on exaggerated vibrancy. The aroma of pine-scented air freshener and the acrid tang of urine swirled over the muted conversations and scraping of plates in the restaurant. Euphoria enfolded him, and for a few moments, he forgot the argument he’d had with his father earlier that evening.

I’m reading this one for a blog tour in September. I read and reviewed The Prophet back in 2012 and loved it! So I was excited to get pitched this one! This is actually the start of the prologue, and I never know how much to share so this is the first paragraph. I’m not very far into this one, but I’m definitely enjoying it so far!! I hope you come back on September 2nd to see my final thoughts

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First Chapter, First Paragraph Tuesday Intros #22

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The Qualities of Wood

Today I’m featuring a book that I am currently reading for review. 

In the small, congested airport, Vivian didn’t recognize her husband. Summertime. Outside, the sun beamed white on the runway and grassy fields. Inside, the terminal was stuffy and warm. Vivian passed a group of brightly-clothed summer slowly along an eye-level, smudged window and into the crowded inlet beside the gate, all the while hunting for Nowell. Somehow, she walked right by.

She imagined the terminal was normally empty, the surrounding community being rural and unworldly. But it was the season of vacations: eastern hometowns, tropical beaches, exotic cities. Not everyone was headed to an abandoned house in the country, she thought. The travelers dispersed purposefully, trailing loved ones or heading solo toward the cars parked in rows at the front of the building. Vivian was pulled along with the crowd. Nowell was late. At first she felt irritated but quickly dismissed the feeling. It was a reunion, after all.

A large hand gripped her shoulder and she spun around.

I accepted this one for review when I was contacted about it. It immediately caught my eye and so far I’m really enjoying it! I sure hope you stop back by in a little bit when I post my final thoughts!