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 is like a meme within a meme, because I'm taking part in Diane's First Chapter First Paragraph, but my emphasis this month is on France with the Paris in July meme sponsored byThyme for Tea and Bookbath. I'm hoping I find lots of new books set in France that I wasn't aware of before so I can put them on my list.
Here's what I found: From Here, You Can't See Paris by Michael S. Sanders. The book blurb describes it as the remembrance of an author who started out exploring life inside a French restaurant and then got drawn into the wider world of a village in Southwest France. Here's the first paragraph:
By eight o'clock on a late summer day what passes for the morning bustle in Les Arques is well under way. Elise Segol, the widow who owns the little house across the street from the restaurant, has thrown open her windows and doors for the fresh air. Wearing a voluminous flowered apron over her dress, she leans on her broom, chatting with Max, the gruff village gardener and jack-of-all-trades, who is watering the flower beds around the statue of the Virgin and the war memorial that mark the entrance to the village.
What do you think?
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.
Here's the teaser from page 106:
ike so many of our conversations, this one was spontaneous, for I had just wandered up to the village to see if anything was going on and happened upon them in a relaxed moment. As always, Jacques had asked me if I was hungry, insisting it would be no trouble to scare something up. I refused the offer of food, knowing it would delay the staff's departure and accepted instead a glass of the sparkling Vouvray they were drinking.