Tuesday, October 22, 2013

First Chapter, First Paragraph -- Grape Expectations by Caro Feely

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.
I've been reading, but I haven't been blogging about my reading. I thought I'd change that this week by playing along with First Chapter, First Paragraph.
I read a memoir about a family moving to France -- this one with little kids and they bought a vineyard. Everyone's dream, right? Wow, the author makes it sound a lot harder than anyone imagined in her book Grape Expectations by Caro Feely.
Here's the intro from Chapter 1:
"I think this wine is like an ageing dance. Her moves are slow and supple. Then she performs a pirouette just like she did when she was younger."
Pierre-Jacques dipped the pipette into the wine-stained oak barrel, transferring tastes swiftly to our outstretched glasses.
We stood in the entrance to his cellar, a cave hewn out of the chalky cliffs, captivated by the softening sun and his sensuous descriptions. The wine was smooth and serene across my tongue before fresh raspberries twirled at the finish. 
As you can tell, this book can teach you a lot about wine tasting, but it's also a fun read about a family too. I'll have a full review of the book on Friday as part of France Book Tours. 


kayerj said...

this book is off to a good start. enjoy! Kelley at the road goes ever ever on

Nise' said...

Sounds romantic, but I am sure it is hard work.

JoAnn said...

This sounds great!

Anonymous said...

this book is really awesome. euh no, actually not romantic at all, so hard work, incredible, but very very inspiring. can't wait to read your review Paulita, and here are some others for now, with giveaway, if some of your readers want to know more today:

(Diane) Bibliophile By the Sea said...

Oh this does sound fun and light. I'd read more . Thanks for joining us this week.

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