BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS
Are you looking forward to the long Labor Day weekend? That is, if you are here in the US, where we celebrate this first weekend in September as the cusp between summer and fall. Here in Portland, we are having our best summer weather, even if school starts next week. So I am looking forward to a long holiday weekend even if it is a staycation weekend for me.
What are your weekend plans? Do they involve any good books?
Let's kick off the weekend with Book Beginnings on Fridays and share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are featuring this week. Please link to you post below. If you share on social media, please use the #bookbeginnings hashtag.
MY BOOK BEGINNING
I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull.
-- Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe. Robinson Crusoe was published in 1719 and is often said to be the first English novel. It's one of those books that has been adapted and reimagined so many times that I always thing I've read it, but I really haven't.
I'm finally reading it now as one of the books on my Classics Club list. I always get in the mood to read classics in the fall. I don't know if it's a back to school vibe or just the whole cozy feeling that comes with the change of season.
Do you read different books in the fall than you do in the summer? What are you looking forward to reading this fall?
YOUR BOOK BEGINNINGS
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Besides these things, I took all the men's clothes that I could find, and a spare fore-topsail, hammock, and some bedding; and with this unloaded my second raft, and brought them all safe on shore to my very great comfort.
I was under some apprehensions during my absence from the land, that at least my provisions might be devoured onshore; but when I came back I found no sign of any visitor, only there sat a creature like a wild cat upon one of the chests, which when I came towards it, ran away a little distance, and then so would still; she sat very composed and unconcerned, and looked full in my face, as if she had a mind to be acquainted with me.
