BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS
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I was missing in action last week, I know. Sorry! In all the years of hosting Book Beginnings on Fridays, I've never before completely forgotten to post. But I did last week. I didn't remember until Saturday, and then figured it was completely too late. It was a combination of Christmas prep, work deadlines, and a funeral for a friend's husband last Thursday afternoon that erased my brain of anything extra, including that I was supposed to post Book Beginnings, like I do every Thursday afternoon.
So please join me now to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading this week, or just a book you want to share. If you want to leave two links, one for this week and one with your post from last week, please do!
MY BOOK BEGINNING
In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark bridge which is of iron, and London Bridge which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in.
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The Friday 56 hosted by Freda's Voice is a natural tie in with this event and there is a lot of cross over, so many people combine the two. The idea is to post a teaser from page 56 of the book you are reading and share a link to your post. Find details and the Linky for your Friday 56 post on Freda’s Voice.
MY FRIDAY 56
From Our Mutual Friend:
It struck eleven, and he made believe to compose himself patiently. But gradually he took the fidgets in one leg, and then in the other leg, and then in one arm, and then in the other arm, and then in his chin, and then in his back, and then in his forehead, and then in his hair, and then in his nose; and then he stretched himself recumbent on two chairs, and groaned; and then he started up.
