A Narrow Door by Joanne Harris -- BOOK BEGINNINGS

BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS

How is your February shaping up? Mine is roaring out the door. February is my birthday month, so I usually like to dawdle around, doing a lot of fun, personal stuff. Not much chance of that this year! We've got a couple of big cases on the boil here at work and it doesn't look like I'll have time to dawdle until some time in March, if I'm lucky!

At least I've had some terrific looking new books come my way lately. I hope I can at least find a few minutes to spend with them here and there. 

Please share the opening sentence (or so) of the book you are spending time with this week. Share your Book Beginning link in the linky box below. 

MY BOOK BEGINNING

I often find that men like you underestimate women like me.

-- from the Preface to A Narrow Door by Joanne Harris. Well, that's just a perfect book beginning for the mood I'm in right now! Of course, I'm afraid the narrator may be a sociopath. 

I've read a few of Joanne Harris's books, like Chocolat, of course. This one looks like something different, described as a "phycological thriller," about the first woman to be the head of St. Oswald's private school. I plan to read it this weekend.

YOUR BOOK BEGINNINGS

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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

From A Narrow Door:

I can't claim the moral high ground, or course: I too favour the [Thirsty Scholar pub], with its battered old bookcases. Some of them are allegedly even from the old St. Oswald's library, which was rebuilt and refurbished in 1834, and refurbished by Jeremiah Smarthwaite, a local mining millionaire with delusions of immortality.