The Flight of the Falcon -- BOOK BEGINNINGS

 

BOOK BEGINNINGS ON FRIDAYS

I've been reading one Daphne du Maurier book each month since last November as part of a du Maurier buddy read group on Instagram. I love the immersive reading experience and the lively chat of the group. 

This month we are reading The Flight of the Falcon, a murder mystery, campus novel, family drama set in a fictional Italian hill town contemporaneously when it was written in the early 1960s. There is a lot going on in this story and it has my full attention. I only have 50 pages left and can't wait to see how it ends. 

Thanks for joining me on Book Beginnings on Fridays to share the opening sentence (or so) from the book you are enjoying this week. It can be the book you are reading or just a book that caught your fancy. 

MY BOOK BEGINNING

We were right on time. Sunshine Tours informed its passengers on the printed itinerary that their coach was due at the Hotel Splendido, Rome, at approximately 1800 hours. 

-- from The Flight of the Falcon by Daphne du Maurier.  I usually only share the very first sentence, but this one sows nothing of the story. At least with the second sentence, we know a little more of what to expect. At least we know we are in Rome. 

YOUR BOOK BEGINNINGS

Please add the link to your Book Beginning post in the linky box below. If you share on social media, please use the #bookbeginnigns hashtag. 

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THE FRIDAY 56

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 The Flight of the Falcon:

Mrs. Bloom glided towards me, a frigate in full sail. “Now, Mr. Fabio, you’ll not refuse champagne?”