Book Beginnings & Friday 56: Ghellow Road by T.H. Waters (with chickens)

Find out about Ghellow Road here.

Book beginnings:

I was born in the arms of the City of Lakes.  It was not a big city like New York or L.A.; not a city that had yet learned to swallow you whole.

And from page 56:

Home.  I was home at last.  I wasn't sure if I would ever see this place again.  My room was exactly as I had left it, furnished in the gold-gilded bedroom set that Daddy had bought at Sears especially for my 7th birthday.

So we can see how straightforward yet peppered with detail and figurative turns this Minnesota memoir will likely be, from a scant few lines.  I'm looking forward to a Labor Day weekend with Ms. Waters's new 'novel' in hand.

If you're ready to take a peek at more fabulous sentences and perhaps find your next blazing TBR, check out Book Beginnings for more tantalizing openers and at Freda's Voice for the Friday 56 .

Finally, for the Crazy for Books blog hop today, we're asked to offer up a personal little tidbit by responding to the question "Do you have any pets?"



Blackie & Mrs. Dutta.



Why, yes; yes, I do.  My two laying hens (who no longer perform their main utilitarian duties) are currently thriving in their late middle age.  They still make excellent deer-alarms and have lately learned to sing back-up on Neil Young's "Beautiful Bluebird" (harmonica solos bring out their vocal best).  From time to time 'the girls' also see fit to let us know - in no uncertain terms - that the sky is definitely, definitely, definitely falling.  We try to construe this strident hiccup in their otherwise quiet nature as a source of mild amusement.  We hope the neighbors are doing the same.

MFB,
L