Tuesday, June 14, 2011

First Paragraph


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.
Here's mine for this week Anything Considered by Peter Mayle:
Something would turn up, Bennett kept telling himself. On the good days, the days when the sun shone and no bills arrived, he found it easy to believe that this sudden poverty was a temporary blot on the landscape of life, a hiccup of fate, no more than a passing inconvenience. Even so, he couldn't ignore the facts: his pockets were hollow, his checks were prone to bounce, and his financial prospects generally -- as his bank manager had pointed out with the gloomy relish that bank managers convey when imparting bad news -- were vague and unsatisfactory.

Peter Mayle, of course, is the author of A Year in Provence and this is a novel he wrote back in the 1990s, when France still used the Franc rather than the Euro. Still, since my life is a bit stressful right now, I'm running everyday and searching for some escapism in my reading material. Earl read this book and enjoyed it. If it can transport me to Provence for a few hours, I'm there.
What do you think? Would you read it?

6 comments:

JoAnn said...

Oh, I didn't know Mayle had written a novel! I'd read this, too.

Trish said...

Anything that can transport me away like this is great. Sounds like another fun summer read.

judifreud said...

i think i'd give this book a try just based on the cover illustration. oo la la!

Paulita said...

Yeah, my book doesn't have that illustration. It's much more sedate

(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said...

I think I would give this one a try. Great intro.

Linda said...

I read this and several other of his novels all set in mostly Provence. I think he's a great writer of light reads. I actually met him once at a party. He was very nice--and pretty old. I think he might be in his 70's.

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