And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

I woke up just after 5:00 yesterday. Would have liked a little more sleep, but I love how much easier it is to wake up when it’s already daylight. Had to work at 9:00. Subbing at another library, enjoying it. Picked up a book.

Okay, people, your really need to read this one.

I finished it before breakfast.

The Lost Girls of Paris

The latest First Words are from Pam Jenoff’s The Lost Girls of Paris:

New York, 1946

If not for the second-worst mistake of Grace Healey’s life, she never would have found the suitcase.

Meh… But she really started losing me halfway through the next paragraph…

The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neverwhere

I remember my own childhood vividly… I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them.

Wow. Now there’s a quote to preface a book with.

The book is Neil Gaiman‘s The Ocean at the End of the Lane… Interesting title.

The quote… Maurice Sendak, in Conversation with Art Spiegelman, The New Yorker, September 27, 1993…

Maurice Sendak. You know, Where the Wild Things Are.

Gotta say… That quote got me.

My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry

First Words

I like to read. And I’m finding the time to read more, as I am finding more time to write. It’s funny sometimes how you find time when you don’t actually have more time… Time is interesting that way.  I even joined a book club and writing group, both at my local library. The local library I worked at years ago, and am back working at, but only as a sub.

Any way, back to reading, and the fact I’m reading more. Every book, at least that I’m actually going to read, needs a good beginning.