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First Chapter, First Paragraph, September 25, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring a book that was in the stack of books my grandma recently gave me. I originally picked it up because it started with “O” and fits a Goodreads challenge I’m terribly behind on.

One Perfect Lie

Chris Brennan was applying for a teaching job at Central Valley High School, but he was a fraud. His resume was fake, and his identity completely phony. So far he’d fooled the personnel director, the assistant principal, and the chairperson of the Social Studies Department. This morning was his final interview, with the principal, Dr. Wendy McElroy. It was make-or-break.

Not going to lie … this one grabbed me immediately! I was sucked in and read the first 100 pages that first day I picked it up!

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First chapter, Meme

First Chapter, First Paragraph, August 21, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring a book that I have had my eye on since it was featured as a BOTM selection back in February. I was hesitant to pick it as my selection so I ultimately passed on it, but I kept it in the back of my mind. Over the months I kept seeing it and was still interested – but not enough to want to purchase it. So when I saw it available at my library I figured it was as good a time as any to give it a shot.

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There are two kinds of people in the world, those who leave home, and those who don’t. I’m a proud member of the first category. My wife, Celestial, used to say that I’m a country boy at the core, but I never cared for that designation. For one, I’m not from the country per se. Eloe, Louisiana, is a small town. When you hear “country,” you think raising crops, baling hay, and milking cows. Never in my life have I picked a single cotton ball, although my daddy did. I have never touched a horse, goat, or pig, nor have I any desire to. Celestial used to laugh, clarifying that she’s not saying I’m a farmer, just country. She is from Atlanta, and there was a case to be made that she is country, too. But let her tell it, she’s a “southern woman,” not to be confused with a “southern belle.” For some reason”Georgia peach” is all right with her, and it’s all right with me, so there you have it.

For me the intro was wordy, but interesting. I sure do hope you come back next week to see my review on this one!

First chapter, Meme

First Chapter, First Paragraph, August 14, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring a book that I was really looking forward to! It was one of my July BOTM selections. I had read and LOVED Final Girls earlier this year and was eagerly anticipating this one coming out, so I was absolutely thrilled to see that it was a BOTM selection!

The Last Time I Lied

This is how it begins.

You wake to sunlight whispering through the trees just outside the window. It’s a faint light, weak and gray at the edges. Dawn still shedding the skin of night. Yet it’s bright enough to make you roll over and face the wall, the mattress creaking beneath you. Within that roll is a moment of disorientation, a split second when you don’t know where you are. It happens sometimes after a deep, dreamless slumber. A temporary amnesia. You see the fine grains of the pine-plank wall, smell the traces of campfire smoke in your hair, and know exactly where you are.

Camp Nightingale.

I took this book on my plane ride to Vegas and I was immediately hooked! I’m now about 3/4 of the way through and I can’t wait to get to the ending to see what happened! Look for my review of this one next week!

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First Chapter, First Paragraph, August 7, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring one of my BOTM picks from 2017. I have let it sit on my shelves for more than a year … crazy!!

The Seven Husbands of Evenlyn Hugo

“Can you come into my office?”

I look around at the desks beside me and then back at Frankie, trying to confirm to whom, exactly, she’s talking. I point to myself. “Do you mean me?”

Frankie has very little patience. “Yes, Monique, you. That’s why I said, ‘Monique, can you come into my office?”

“Sorry, I just heard the last part.”

Frankie turns. I grab my notepad and follow her.

When I first read that I was quite eager to find out what Monique was walking into 🙂 I sure hope that you come back next week to read my review of this one!

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First Chapter, First Paragraph, July 31, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring Modern Mrs. Darcy’s August book club selection. As usual, it’s outside my comfort zone… but so far I haven’t been let down by the selections, so I’m eager to dig in!

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It was what she would remember always: how the second she stepped inside, before she’d so much as taken her first full breath of new air, she was struck by the feeling – the understanding, the certainty – however improbable, that the house was Joseph. Not merely that it felt like something he would choose or that she saw his handiwork everywhere – fresh paint, thick as cream; re-finished pine floors; green apples in a glass bowl – but that it was him, sturdy and open, light swooping in through every window, forthright and decent and kind. She would not have supposed that a house could be kind, but this one was.

Hm.. I’m not entirely sure about this one. It seems rather “flowery” with the descriptions … that’s not necessarily my cup of tea. I’ll read on, but I can’t say that this intro grabbed me immediately. What about you?!

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First Chapter, First Paragraph, July 24, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring a backlist read that I was looking forward to getting around to! I always love a Harry Bosch novel (and now that I’ve joined Amazon Prime, I’m really looking forward to checking out the Bosch TV show!!!)

Lost Light

The last thing I expected was for Alexander Taylor to answer his own door. It belied everything I knew about Hollywood. A man with a billion-dollar box-office record answered the door for nobody. Instead, he would have a uniformed man posted full-time at his front door. And this doorman would only allow me entrance after carefully checking my identification and appointment. He would then hand me off to a butler or the first-floor maid, who would walk me the rest of the way in, footsteps falling as silent as snow as we went.

Good old Harry Bosch!! I don’t know why I don’t read these more often than once a year … I always enjoy working the case with Harry. I’m also really loving the direction the series is heading for Harry 🙂

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First Chapter, First Paragraph, July 17, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring a book that I picked up for a Goodreads challenge, but one that I was really looking forward to digging into!

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I consider myself a professional; a psychic intuitive who is proud of how she makes a living; confident that the skills and abilities I innately possess give me a unique advantage to deal with just about any quirky, strange, bizarre or unusual situation that may crop up in my line of work.

I read and enjoyed the first two books in this series last year. Actually I enjoyed them so much that I quickly acquired the next three in the series. And then I let them sit on my shelves. So I was excited to pick this one up and get back into the series! I hope you’ll come back in a few weeks for my review!!

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First Chapter, First Paragraph, July 10, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring a book that I impulsively picked up off my shelves. After many weeks of having a pretty strict reading schedule, I’m enjoying having some time to select books based on my mood. This one is the 3rd book in the Lucy Stone series (I thoroughly enjoyed the first two) so I’m looking forward to digging in to it!!

Trick or Treat Murder

“I could just kill him.”

Monica Mayes pressed the gas pedal of her little BMW to the floor and zoomed around a pokey Dodge Caravan, cutting it a bit too close as she pulled back into her lane. The driver of the Caravan braked, and the van swerved, but Monica didn’t notice.

“How could he do this to me?” she asked herself, pulling out the cigarette lighter.

This intro definitely sucked me in! I couldn’t wait to find out what “he” did 🙂

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First Chapter, First Paragraph, July 3, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring a book that I’m reading right now. It was my April BOTM selection. And I’m really loving it!! Such a creepy thriller!

Our Kind of Cruelty

The rules of the Crave were simple. V and I went to a nightclub in a predetermined place a good way from where we lived. We raveled there together but entered separately. We made our way to the bar and stood far enough apart for it to seem like we weren’t together but close enough that I could always keep her in my vision. Then we waited. It never took long, but why would it when V shone as brightly as she did? Some hapless man would approach and offer to buy her a drink or ask her to dance. She would begin a mild flirt. And I would wait, my eyes never leaving her, my body ready to pounce at all times. We have a signal: As soon as she raises her hand and pulls on the silver eagle she always wears around her neck, I must act.

I cut that off in the middle of the first paragraph, which lasts a page and a half. It drew me right in, I wanted to immediately know more about the Crave! This is one messed up psychological thriller for sure! I hope you come back for my review in a couple of weeks!

First chapter, Meme

First Chapter, First Paragraph, June 26, 2018

First Chapter

This week I’m featuring the July selection in the Modern Mrs. Darcy Book Club! I had never even heard of this book before she announced it in her Summer Reading Program. But since all the other books I’ve read so far for this club have been really good, I figured it was worth my try! A little outside my comfort zone, just because of where it’s set (Bombay in the 1920s), but I’m definitely looking forward to it!!

The Widows of Malabar Hill

On the morning Perveen saw the stranger, they’d almost collided.

Perveen had come upon him half-hidden in the portico entrance to Mistry House. The unshaven, middle-aged man appeared as if he’d slept for several days and nights in his broadcloth shirt and the grimy cotton dhoti that hung in a thousand creases from his waist to his ankles. His small, squinting eyes were tired, and he exuded a rank odor of sweat mixed with betel nut.

Hm… I’m not sure about this beginning. I wanted to share more than just that first sentence about the stranger, but then it got really wordy in that second paragraph. We shall see how it goes!