Welcome to another Tuesday celebrating bookish events, from Tuesday/First Chapter/Intros, hosted by Bibliophile by the Sea Every Tuesday, Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea posts the opening paragraph (sometime two) of a book she decided to read based on the opening. Feel free to grab the banner and play along.
This week my opening comes from Boundary by Andrée A. Michaud which will be published in the UK on 23 March 2017.
It’s the Summer of 1967. The sun shines brightly over Boundary lake, a holiday haven on the US-Canadian border. Families relax in the heat, happy and carefree. Hours tick away to the sound of radios playing ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ and ‘A Whiter Shade of Pale’. Children run along the beach as the heady smell of barbecues fills the air. Zaza Mulligan and Sissy Morgan, with their long, tanned legs and silky hair, relish their growing reputation as the red and blond Lolitas. Life seems idyllic.
But then Zaza disappears, and the skies begin to cloud over… Amazon
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First Chapter ~ First Paragraph ~ Intro
The children had long been in bed when Zaza Mulligan, on Friday July 21, stepped onto the path leading to her parents’ cottage, humming A Whiter Shade of Pale, flung out in the bedazzlement of that summer of ’67, by Procoi Harum, along with Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. She’d drunk too much, but she didn’t care. She loved seeing objects dancing around her and trees swaying in the night. She loved the languor of alcohol, the odd gradients of the unstable ground forcing her to lift her arms as a bird unfolds its wings to ride the ascending winds. Bird, bird, sweet bird, she sang to a senseless melody, a drunken young girl’s air, her long arms miming the albatross, that bird of foreign skies that wheels over rolling seas. Everything around her was in motion, all charged with indolent life, right up to the lock on the front door into which she couldn’t quite manage to insert her key. Never mind, because she really didn’t want to go in. the night was too lovely, the stars so luminous. And so she retraced her steps, crossed back over the cedar-lined path, and walked with no other goal than to revel in her own giddiness.
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I don’t know about you but I found that an incredibly evocative scene although I had a sense of unease as I wondered what would come next.
Would you keep reading?