It's Friday . . . time to share excerpts from one of my current reads with:
- Book Beginnings on Fridays hosted by Rose City Reader, where bloggers share the first sentence or more of a current read, as well as initial thoughts about the sentence(s), impressions of the book, or anything else that the opening inspires.
- The Friday 56 hosted by Freda's Voice, where you grab a book and turn to page 56 (or 56% of an ebook), find one or more interesting sentences (no spoilers), and post them.
This week's selection:
Beginning: Chapter One January 1895
Sometimes in the night he dreamed about the dead - familiar faces and the others, half-forgotten ones, fleetingly summoned up. Now as he woke, it was, he imagined, an hour or more before the dawn; there would be no sound or movement for several hours.
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In stunningly resonant prose, Tóibín captures the loneliness and the
hope of a master of psychological subtlety whose forays into intimacy
inevitably failed those he tried to love. The emotional intensity of
this portrait is riveting.
Finalist for the 2004 Man Booker Prize for Fiction
Enjoy life with books . . .
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