The idea is to grab a book you intend to start soon, and copy the first line(s). It is always fun to look back and wonder at your first impressions of the book’s first lines after one has read the book! Here are today’s first lines from Gary Paulsen’s Dogsong. Part One is called “The Trance,” and it opens with an epigraph:
I came wet into the world, /On both sides there were cliffs, /white cliffs that were my mother’s thighs. / And I didn’t cry though it was cold / by the white cliffs and I was afraid. / I came wet into the world. (–an old Eskimo man relating the memory of his birth in a snow house on the sea ice)
The actual text begins as follows: “Russel Susskit rolled out of the bunk and put his feet on the floor and listened in the darkness to the sounds of morning. They were the same sounds he always heard, sounds he used to listen for. Now in the small government house–sixteen by twenty–they grated like the ends of a broken bone.”
Goodness! That’s some start! The cover of the book declares it a Literature Connections publication and states it includes “Related Readings” and is a Newberry Honor Book. It is the cover that caused me to take it from the shelf. It shows no less than seven pups in a “nest,” all intertwined and sleeping together, presumably to share each other’s warmth against the snow in the background.
I hope to start it this weekend.
This 2012 NY Times Bestseller is just now being discovered by book clubs, perhaps because it lends itself so well to discussions involving human empathy, ethics, and the fact that the book is just such a darned good story. It is heart wrenching and, as advertised on the cover, deals with “love, loss, and right and wrong,” just the meat for a group to chew on.
In the story, we find Tom Sherborne, a veteran from the Western Front during WWII, were he saw all the horrors of war and is left dealing with the fact he has killed, something very much against his personal beliefs; taking a job as a lighthouse keeper. Not just any lighthouse, but the one on Janus Island, off the coast of Australia, so isolated it is “half a day’s journey by boat to even get to it.” On leave, while on the Australian coast…
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Cleanse your brain he said
Perhaps, he could speak plainer
Oh, go soak your head
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Yesterday got away from me, and so I am writing Sunday’s intended post on Monday. Looking back at the last one on June 18th, I found that I had started Dr. Sleep by Stephen King which I am still continuing to read, in fact, nearing the “finish line”; and my, is it good! Also I had started Carry Me Like Water by Saenz, which I am also continuing to read on Kindle. At the time I was still reading The Lightening Thief by Riordian which I have since finished and reviewed on this blog. We also were continuing our shared project, Book One of the Broken Earth Series as a read-aloud, and this past weekend we made more progress than usual, reading three chapters rather than just two. I hope to get in a chapter a night during the week this week, so we’ll be ready to move on to…
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