The Friday 56 is hosted at Freda's Voice. Find a quote from page 56.
Check out the links for the rules and for the posts of the participants each week. Participants don't select their favorite, coolest, or most intellectual books, they just use the one they are currently reading. This is the book I'm reading right now:
Book: All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony DoerrBook Beginnings:
Leaflets: At dusk they pour from the sky. They blow across the ramparts, turn cartwheels over rooftops, flutter into ravines between houses. Entire streets swirl with them, flashing white against the cobbles. Urgent message to the inhabitants of this town, they say. Depart immediately to open country.Friday 56:
Not so long ago the Hotel of Bees was a cheerful address, with bright blue shutters on its facade and oysters on ice in its cafe and Breton waiters in bow ties polishing glasses behind the bar.Comments: It seems like I am the last person alive to read this book, and I only just started it. Some have liked it, others not. If you have read it, please comment about why you liked it/did not like it. If you haven't read it, please let me know in the comment section what you think of the two quotes. I confess to already be in love with the language.
