A Thousand Days in Venice by Marlena de Blasi -- BOOK BEGINNINGS

 

I forgot to post last night because my sister got a new puppy and I was distracted by the cute pictures. She's a little scrappy thing -- the puppy, not my sister. But when her fur grows back and she gets some meat on her bones, she'll be adorable! She was rescued off the mean streets of LA and sent up here to a no kill shelter in Portland where Sis got her. 

BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS

Time to share the first sentence or so from the books we are reading this week! Please share your link below. If you post on social media, please use the #bookbeginnings hashtag. 

YOUR BOOK BEGINNING

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MY BOOK BEGINNING

A Thousand Days in Venice: An Unexpected Romance is Marlena de Blasi's memoir about moving to Venice to marry a man she barely knew. She met him when she was in Venice with friends. A few weeks later, he came to see her in St. Louis and proposed. 

The small room is filled with German tourists, a few English, and a table or two of locals.

The book has been on my TBR shelf for years. I picked it in January as one of the books for my "TBR 20 in 20" personal reading challenge and the Mt. TBR Challenge. But apparently I never got around to doing a blog post on those. How 2020 is that?

THE FRIDAY 56

THE FRIDAY 56

Freda at Freda's Voice hosts another teaser event on Fridays. Participants share a two-sentence teaser from page 56 of the book they are reading -- or from 56% of the way through the audiobook or ebook. Please visit Freda's Voice for details and to leave a link to your post.

MY FRIDAY 56

I think most of us have it, this potentially destructive habit mental record-keeping that builds, distorts, then breaks up and spreads into even the farthest flung territories of reason and consciousness. What we do is accumulate the pain, collect  it like cranberry glass. 

Sadly, I think there is something to what she says. Recognizing this habit is one thing. What to do about it is another.