Every Tuesday, Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea posts the first paragraph of her current read. Anyone can join in. Go to Diane's website for the image and share the first paragraph of the current book you are reading.
This week I'm reading How to Eat A Cupcake by Meg Donohue. I love the cover because it reminds me of the cover of one of my favorite books The Dressmaker by Elizabeth Birkelund Oberbeck. I know there's a new book out called The Dressmaker, but I haven't read that one yet and I can highly recommend the one by Oberbeck for some delectable writing. Both the covers of The Dressmaker and How to Eat a Cupcake have the same shop window with red trim. Only this time instead of a wedding dress, the shop window has cupcakes.
Here's the intro to How to Eat A Cupcake.
People frequently make the assumption that I'm unreliable. I chalk this up to the fact that I'm perhaps a bit too creative and flour-flecked in my dress, and I'm not a hedge fund manager, dot-com entrepreneur, or lawyer. Oh, and my hair is curly, which I guess pegs me as unpredictable. Hair, apparently is the new window to the soul.I like this opening, but I'm two-thirds into the book and the opening doesn't seem to go with the character at all -- except she has curly hair. As an author myself, I kind of picture the author coming up with this opening and sticking with it even as the character evolved.
Anyway, I'm enjoying the book.
Also this week is Teaser Tuesdays.
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
Grab your current read
Open to a random page
Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
Treat's opening party was turning out to be the prom I never had. I was decked out in a new dress, the music was pulsing, and I couldn't move a foot without bumping into a friend eager to shower me with a steady stream of praise. I deflected the first few compliments, but eventually I gave in and let the good vibes that were sent my way soak in. Sure, it was a decade late to aspire to being prom queen, but the people -- my people -- had spoken. (p. 162)
Does it grab you?