Good morning! On Fridays, we play this meme called The Friday 56, hosted by Storytime with Tonya.
Here’s how it works:
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
*Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
* Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.
By my junior year, I thought I had turned myself into a reasonable model citizen of Peninsula High, but even I was aware that the bar I had set for myself was a low one.
Coach Jefferson’s face was coffee-colored; there was gray in his sideburns, but his eyes were an impenetrable mahogany. p.56
This little tidbit is from Pat Conroy’s South of Broad.
Here’s a snippet from Amazon:
Charleston, S.C., gossip columnist Leopold Bloom King narrates a paean to his hometown and friends in Conroy’s first novel in 14 years. In the late ’60s and after his brother commits suicide, then 18-year-old Leo befriends a cross-section of the city’s inhabitants: scions of Charleston aristocracy; Appalachian orphans; a black football coach’s son; and an astonishingly beautiful pair of twins, Sheba and Trevor Poe, who are evading their psychotic father….
What book did you find next to you this morning? I hope you’ll stop by and share….