When I pick up a book, the first few lines decide whether I’ll continue with it or not. If they hold my attention, I take it home with me. There’s so much to read and so little time that I hate mucking around something that is uninteresting, however profound it’s words might be.
The first few lines of the prologue of The Lovely Bones go like this…. “My name was Salmon, like the fish; my first name – Suzie. I was fourteen when I was murdered, in December of 1973…”…..
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