FRIDAY MEMES: BEGINNINGS & FRIDAY 56 – JAN. 28

 

Good morning, and welcome to our Friday Memes:  Book Beginnings, hosted by A Few More Pages, and The Friday 56, hosted by Freda’s Voice.

In our beginnings, we share opening line(s) and tell how we feel about them.  In the 56, we excerpt something from p. 56.

In both of these, we hop over to the hosts’ sites and add our links, so we can visit the rest of you and your offerings.

Today, I’m spotlighting another graduate from my TBR stacks that is on this upcoming week’s reading list.  A Ticket to Ride, by Paula McLain, is a coming-of-age tale.

 

From Amazon: The summer of 1973 in Moline, Ill., is enlivened and permanently marked for 15-year-old Jamie by the arrival of her charismatic, seen-it-all cousin, Fawn Delacorte, in McLain’s sure-handed if familiar debut novel (after the memoir Like Family). Abandoned by her parents as a baby, Jamie is a lonely, naïve teenager from Bakersfield, Calif., sent to live with her uncle Raymond after her grandmother falls sick. She falls under Dawn’s spell and embraces the dissolute life of layabout teenagers, brushing ever closer to the inevitable tragedy to come….

 

Beginning:  It was August.  For years it was August.  There were pomegranates and wilting patio chairs and long afternoons that seemed seared open.

Okay, I get the message that it’s one of those long, hot summers….

 

P. 56:  The most troubling part was that she claimed to be in love.  Suzette never had a better sales pitch than when she was starting over, newly employed or in love.

 

Now I’m eager to dive right in.  What about you?  What treasures can you share today?  Please stop by….

 

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22 thoughts on “FRIDAY MEMES: BEGINNINGS & FRIDAY 56 – JAN. 28

  1. I love your post. The song “Ticket To Ride” by The Beatles perhaps goes along with this story, especially if you watch The Carpenters sing it on YouTube.
    As always, thanks for the visit on my blog. Have a great weekend!

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    1. Well, I must admit to a “sneaky” aspect to my stacks…I have my OLD ones and then the NEW ones, stashed in different rooms so that never the twain shall meet.

      I have to pull off of both, but there’s a greater satisfaction when I move them off the OLD ones.

      Thanks for stopping by, Kathy.

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